Three Cheers For Five Years

So today, I officially left high school. I still have to go back for a few exams and then, that's it. Over. Finished. Terrifying.

I've had my ups and downs there, but I always had people to fall back on. I've met some awesome people (some not-so-awesome too, but never mind). I've made friends I don't want to leave, and I've met people who have literally changed my life.

I remember being "shoved in Lottie's form" as my Head Of Year so eloquently put it, and thank Christ I did! Those three years in CJ were times I'll never forget. The little things like sports day! Ronald & Bat The Rat! :-D

Then there's the teachers who've left us over the years! Mrs Herwin, the brilliant eccentric English teacher; Madame Peneranda, the half-Spanish French teacher, Madame Pigois, the French teacher who got accused of pretending to be French; Miss Cox, the bubbly I.T teacher; Mr Redmond, the embarrassing dad-like Assistant Head; Miss Shaw, whom there are no words to describe; and of course, Miss Beevor, the wonderful, incredible English teacher, whom I adopted as my mother for a week.
Oops, not forgetting Mr Kiiza, the Math teacher who was a dead spit of the Halifax man!

I've changed a lot over these five years, and I know everybody else has too. It's been strange watching everyone turn into different people than the ones I grew up with.

I've moved around a lot in terms of friendship groups, and I honestly think that's a good thing. I've definitely ended with the right people, not that my other friends aren't great too!

To anyone reading this, thank you for the past five years. Even if we hardly ever speak, and have never been close friends, you being there has made an impact on our year group, and any small change could have made everything different. I know that everybody, yes everybody, can achieve everything they want.

School reunion in 20 years? I think so :)

Thistley Hough;
5th September 2004 - 3rd June 2009
x

A GAY Osmond!

I don't have too much to say about this, but I am happy to announce to you that there is now (officially) a GAY OSMOND!

Yes!

Marie Osmond's eldest daughter (I believe her name is Jessica) came out recently.
Marie has decided to "stand by her". Which is a stupid thing to say, but whatever.

I dislike Marie Osmond, strongly.

Religious Education Exam

Hmm, yes. What fun.
Actually, I do enjoy Religious Education when I have a real teacher (no offence to my RE teacher, but he's really a history teacher and doesn't really know what he's doing, I wish I had this other teacher instead.) But anyway, I wanted to share something that I wrote in my exam, and was really proud of.

When asked... something about forgiveness, I wrote "very often, people are aware of their own mistakes. Sometimes, that's punishment enough."

I reminded myself of my own situation as I wrote that.
About 9 months ago, I did something. Something really awful that hurt somebody I cared about a lot. In doing this, I lost her and a few other people. Ever since then, things have been different for me. She says I've changed, and doesn't seem to realise that it's because of what happened.
A lot of stuff has happened since then, relating around the same people.

I just hope that she knows that I'm in enough pain still, and there's no need for her to come around every few months to badmouth me. Trust me, I still feel like shit over it.

Not that you'll ever read this. But you know I'm sorry. Stop acting like this.


RANT OVER!

& now the happy part, I don't think I failed that exam! & I think Barney in How I Met Your Mother, is going to confess to the gorgeous Robin!
AND, I'm going to watch Chelsea Lately.

Goodbye my little spanners.
x (I really wanted to end it with "XOXO Gossip Girl"!)

People are dumb.

Okay so, I'm a pretty huge fan of Chelsea Handler. I'm borderline obsessed. A teacher at my school told me that I talk like Chelsea. I freaked because they knew who Chelsea was. I've read both her books a gazillion times, I never miss her show, and I absolutely adore the woman.

Which is why I get pissed off when people say stupid things about her.

I'm posting a blog directed at those stupid people.

Firstly, to the stupid Jonas fans. Hey Jonas Fans. I know you're entitled to your opinion, and if you choose to kill your brain cells by listening to these LOSERS then that's up to you. Very much in the same way that it's up to Chelsea if she wants to give her opinion. She can make fun of them, and she doesn't care if that annoys you. Guys, she's a comedian! And she's a TV host, and she makes fun of anyone. Tori Spelling fans don't write in complaining... (note to self: do Tori Spelling fans exist?) She didn't make fun of his diabetes, she's not that heartless! She made fun of the media surrounding his diabetes. They DO sport "pubic hair afros" and as for the gay thing, to quote Chelsea herself, "until they penetrate, who knows what side of the see-saw they sit on?"

Secondly, to the Chelsea fans who complain that she does the same bit more than once. Are you stupid? No matter how smart, talented or funny, nobody can come up with new material for each new appearance. If you want to see her talk about something new every time, watch Chelsea Lately. But of course in her stand-up, she's going to repeat jokes. If you went to see Kings of Leon you wouldn't complain about them performing Sex on Fire because you saw them do it on TV. It's the same concept. They're both called 'gigs' and they're both, simply, performances from an entertainer. Stop being ridiculous.

Seriously though, if you don't know who Chelsea Handler is, you should.

U.S : Chelsea Lately is on 10/11c on E! (Weekdays)
U.K : Chelsea Lately is on Midnights on E! (Weekdays)

"9021ohhhhh"

Yesterday, I found this description of my favourite ever fictional character, and I thought I'd share it.


Spoiled, Brenda-Walsh-boyfriend-stealing, addict-mother-having, torn-between-Brandon-and-Dylan-being, fire-surviving, cult-joining, coke-habit-having, rehab-acing, stalker-having, Valerie-hating, gunshot-surviving, Jessica-Alba-baby-wanting, failed-wedding-having, rape-surviving, murder-committing, Dylan-soulmate-enjoying Kelly Taylor. I love her.

See that?
Now THAT is a good character.
and they even forgot to mention the eating disorder!

Hmmm, I thought I had more to say than that.
Obviously not.
I'll go watch a movie now (:

Kelly Taylor; yup, still hot.

Tweet, freaking tweet

Hey guys, I'm back :]

from, well, being here, but not blogging.

And I feel the need to discuss TWITTER!
For those of you who don't know, Twitter is basically, a website that is similar to the idea of a Facebook status.

You just, write what you're doing, thinking, or whatever.
It's stupid.

So why is it so addictive?

It's getting to the point where everyone has a Twitter. There are official Twitters for 10 Downing Street, Barack Obama, Jesus...
okay, I made that last one up, but you get the point.

I don't know if it's the opportunity to see Perez Hilton's every thought, or the notion that Tina Fey might care what I'm doing that keeps me hooked, but I am. I update frequently, even via text. It's becoming a serious issue.

The celebs are hooked too, as proved by the reports that Jennifer Aniston dumped John Mayer, because of his Twitter obsession. I worry about the world if the guy that's dating Jen Aniston would rather be updating his Twitter!

Ughh, anyway. I should be working, but I'm not. Instead I'm eating an Easter Egg, listening to Garbage, blogging, and Twittering!

Bye!

I felt the need to write this...

For a few days now, I have been silently pondering the death of Natasha Richardson.

I remember when I was six years old, and The Parent Trap was released. I remember that I liked Hallie and Annie, I liked their dad, the butler, the nanny, the grandpa, but I LOVED their mother, Elizabeth. She was so elegant and beautiful, and had a knockout smile. Little six year old me found out the name of this woman, and decided she wanted to see everything Natasha had ever been in. I did see some, but of course, at six years old, some of her films weren't quite suitable, and I gave up. Until I saw Maid In Manhattan, and very excitedly told my mother that "IT'S NATASHA!!" She told me to be quiet, and when I got home, I googled Natasha Richardson. However, once again (as I so often tend to do), I moved on. I saw her again in Wild Child last year, and got quite excited that she was back in my head, but again, it didn't last.

That was, until Wednesday, when I was walking through the supermarket, and saw on the front of a newspaper, "Neeson's wife in critical condition after ski fall." I can't even describe how I felt in that moment, all I remember is I prayed (which is not something I do, ever), and repeatedly told my mother how I hoped she'd be okay. But the next morning, when my mum came into my room and said "bad news", I knew that she had died.

I had no connection to her, I didn't know her, and I never met her. I can't even say I've seen that many of her films or performances, but I feel so deeply saddened by this. She was so young, and it is such a tragic and sudden loss. I think the reason I have been so affected is that the thought of somebody being there one day, and gone the next, is terrifying.

She was beautiful, talented, and sweet. Her smile glowed off the screen, and she had an energy you could feel as you watched her. As many people are saying, "she was the greatest actress of her generation". That is not something I would argue with.

Natasha Jane Richardson

11th May 1963 - 18th March 2009
Rest In Peace.