It’s been a good few weeks. There was Easter (which was pleasantly uneventful) and then the first week of school, which, despite draining me to exhaustion point was quite fun. A few days ago I got the results of my music exam back, and I was relieved, to say the least.
After my horrific sight-reading and some other parts of the exam that I have forcefully removed from my memory, I was pleased to discover that I got 118. With 100 being a pass and 120 a merit, this wasn’t too shabby. I’m actually really happy with it because I know that if I improve my sight-reading everything will be shiny and wonderful. I also haven’t looked at my viola in weeks which makes me happy and…un-stressed.
So that’s one think to be thankful for. My first week of Easter was so fantastically easy and agreeable. It consisted of getting up at 9:30 every morning and going for coffee with some friend or another. Nights I stayed with a friend or just stayed at home shamelessly watching “Gossip Girl” (with more on that coming up).
Week Two was spent in Portrush where I took long walks on the beach and played dangerous amounts of '”The World Ends With You”. It’s a fantastic little DS RPG set in Tokyo’s coolest district – Shibuya. I would explain the whole story but you just have to play the game and let it unfold naturally. Let’s just say that I became very, very addicted. (For those that care this week was called ‘Week Two’ because that’s what they do in the game. Now anything that consists of a day and a number is just unbearably cool to me.)
That weekend was my first time in the water since March, but I wasn’t surfing. We found this amazing little pool place, and, nearby, an even more amazing little pool. It was really deep and had a large rock hanging above it so you could dive in from several metres up. Major fun. So, as you may have guessed, that weekend was all about exploring the dear Antrim coastline in my wetsuit.
Going back to school was unpleasant, to say the least. 7:35 is such an ungodly time. For the first five minutes I trudged around like a stupefied zombie, boiling the kettle and painfully climbing up the stairs. Mornings are awful. But then when I got to school everyone was there and it was fun and we chatted and laughed and everything was as easy as breathing. I’ve decided that I need people around me or I go all philosophical and depressing.
So the rest of the week commenced like that, but with the growing pressure of my impending drama performance, which is how we skip to today (or yesterday, because the story begins then).
Let’s be clear. Yesterday kicked ass. It was funny and fun and school is fun because there are lots of people. So when I destroyed my poor ankle in P.E. I just lay there laughing for about five minutes because I was having too jolly a time to let pain get in the way. After that I milked the ‘I’m in pain’ thing until I got home.
Skip forward to this morning, and my foot was STIFF. I doddered even slower than usual to the kitchen then practically pulled myself upstairs into the shower. Everything was hunky dory except for how slow I was. Then, just as I was buttering my (home-made!) pancakes I took a sudden bout of sickness. I collapsed into a chair, sweating, freezing and ghostly, and proceeded to retch unsuccessfully into a bowl. I didn’t eat my poor breakfast and felt so bad because my homemade pancakes just sat there not being eaten.
So I watched TV and did the whole sick thing for a while and now I feel fine, which is irritating. A sixteen-hour day is far too long if you don’t have school to contend with. Right now it is 1:40 and I am bored numb. Hence the blog post. I can’t believe I need school so much.
Well, anyway, I started texting various friends to keep them busy (because school is just as boring as home when you’re there) and then my friend Ben said that my drama performance was tomorrow, first period. Which was like “OH MY DAYS I’M SO SCREWED” and I got all angry at him because he just told me to spite me because he’s like that. However, my teacher never told me this and even though I know it’s true I can just say I didn’t know when the performance was and Ben’s grand plan will be foiled. Because I am 100% not ready to perform tomorrow MORNING (opposed to tomorrow at 11:00am which I had assumed to be my time). So, I’m freaking out and all nervous and angry and stuff.
I actually have a lot going on tomorrow. It will be hellish. There’s the whole drama thing, then my music lesson (which is always a stressful experience) then I miss the whole afternoon for my Duke of Edinburgh practice expedition. It all points to carrying a lot of bags to school tomorrow.
That’s all a bit too ‘real’ for my taste, so let’s delve into Gossip Girl. It’s an American TV series (what else) set in New York’s lavish Upper East Side, and wow is it superficial. I positively love the glitz and glamour and all the scary, edgy parties and bitchiness and the venom and the fashion and the silliness of it all. The best part is that it’s seen through the eyes of a blogger called Gossip Girl who reports in her acidic, intrigued manner about all the cool people and their worries. It’s so clever because it makes what are sometimes serious matters seem so trivial and juicy. I do love it.
One last thing. I LOVE LaGaGa. Her actual songs are a bit samey and electronic, but she is a fantastic person. Her rendition of ‘Viva La Vida’ puts Coldplay to shame and she has SUCH an infectious flair for music. She’s also positively bonkers, which I love. Her teacup is hilarious.
P.S. I’ve been reading until my eyes bleed. I was about to say that I’m not going to do a review but I am enjoying procrastinating doing nothing by writing this post, so I think I will. The book was “Broken Soup” by Jenny Valentine and it was for my library club this Friday. I didn’t like the look of it at first because the blurb was VERY uninformative and it irritated me. However, I gathered from it that the book was some sort of mystery: intrigue, scandal, mad characters. I was mistaken.
Sure, chapter one was like that, but chapter two set the scene for the whole book. The protagonist’s brother, Jack drowned and now she and everyone around deals with it. There’s also a mystery element but it is drowned out by all the lament. I have to say I was disappointed that it was about some guy that had died (make no mistake, he was the main character) and I wasn’t getting BORED of reading about these people’s shattered lives, I just didn’t want to be all depressed by the nature of death. The author did have good writing ability, but it was all rather pessimistic and samey. The mother was the Mary-Sue ‘crushed parent’ who just lay around taking drugs. She frustrated me. However, I liked everyone else (except for Bee’s druggie dad that everyone loved but I thought they were stupid for leaving an infant in his care) and overall it was a good enough read. It was sweet and it taught me all about the importance of family etc.
And because I love Gossip Girl:
XOXO Gossip Girl
