Break...

Well, bloggers, its that time of the year again. One word: EXAMS. I have five coming up in January and I plan to fail all of them. Its quite comical really, I went from getting A*'s at GCSE, to getting U's on every single test I've ever sat at A Level. Wait. No, I told a lie, I once got an E on my psychology mock...


So, in the interest of pushing my grades up, this is the last post I'm going to do on here until after my last exam (the 20th of January, if anyones wondering). If you're that desperate to keep up to date with my ramblings, I just started a tumblr (how much of a hipster am I?). You can find that here. Basically, its easier and quicker to post a couple of pictures than write a whole essay for you to read. Its only until the end of January though, I promise. Then I'll get back to my usual rambling, ranting, boring old self. 


Also, since I'm not going to be posting for a while, I'm going to be nice for a change. A few people have asked me to put my dailybooth back up because they didn't get to see it the first time round. So, until the end of January, when I shall return, you can see what I look like here. 


So, yea, until after my exams, bye....

Creative Writing 2...

So, I'm doing another one of them posts where I show you my homework. Sorry! Don't worry though, its not maths or chemistry or anything boring like that, its creative writing! Yay.... 
so this was a group activity, we're each writing as though we're a different person affected by an earthquake. Sounds cheerful, doesn't it? 

The lift pinged as I stepped out. I was running late, as usual Quickly, I darted to my desk, numerous files, notebooks and folders threatening to slip from my grip, the coffee that I'd just bought balancing precariously on the top. I got to my desk and let out a sigh of relief. It was Friday, only seven more hours until I could leave my mundane desk job and celebrate the start of the weekend. I dropped the files on the desk. I had just sat down when I heard it. The building itself seemed to shake as the low rumble ran its course though the offices; turning faces to shock, surprise and terror, as the noise reached the one by one. My first thought was that the air conditioning must really be playing up today. Everyone elses thoughts seemed to be a little more sinister. People began running in all directions, dropping work across the floor, creating a carpet of paper that the crowds slipped and fell on, causing even more panic. 
I got slowly to my feet, a frown etched across my forehead. Why was everyone making such a fuss? I dropped my coffee as the second growl ripped its was across the floor. Well, it was safe to say that it wasn't the air conditioning. Ignoring the mess that the coffee had made, I grabbed my phone and made for the lift. 
The floor was almost empty now, those too impatient must have gone down the stairs. As I turned the corner, there was a queue of about eight people waiting for the lift, all looking as confused as I was. The door pinged familiarly as I reached it, and we all just about managed to squeeze into the claustrophobic space.
The door shut, sealing us from the outside world. Creeping slowly down the many floors, we all looked worried. I had to admit, I would be happy to see solid ground again. Sixteen floors to go. Fifteen, now. Fourteen. At thirteen, we stopped. The doors opened to show more confused faces, which quickly changed to disappointment as they realised just how full the lift was, many turning towards the stairs. The doors shut. Twelve. Eleven. Ten. Nine. Eight...
We never made it to seven. The lift shuddered to a stop as the third ground shattering tremor hit. The cables that kept us from dropping back to earth creaked threateningly. We were forced to grab onto each other as the lift lurched back and forward, from one side to another. 
Realisation seemed to hit us one by one. I could hear screams from both above and below us, but none coming from directly outside the door. So here I was, in the middle of an earthquake, stuck somewhere between floors seven and eight. 
All screams stopped and a deathly silence made us all to aware of what was about happen. As the fourth, and final tremor hit, we dropped. 


So, what do you guys think? I'm off to bed, so yeah. Byeee.....

January...

Why, hello there! I'm surprised you're even reading this, considering that I haven't posted in so long! Tut, tut, inconsistent blogging. So, a rather quick post today, because, well, I'm tired...

January. So, I've mentioned before that last January, I had a bit of a rough time. I've never really told anyone about this, not even my really, really close friends, so this is kind of a big deal. Last January, I was kind of in a bad place. I'm trying to do this without it sounding really cliche, but I'm failing slightly. 

In about June 2010, I was screwed over by my old friends. I'd considered them my best friends for about six years, and suddenly, they wanted nothing to do with me. I'm going to admit, it hurt. I suddenly found myself without many friends, and thinking that anyone who tried to be my friend was going to hurt me. Nice, right? I spent about 3 months not talking at all during school, and eating my lunch in the art rooms, on my own. 

Over that summer, I made new friends. And, well, I love them all to bits, and couldn't live without them. I started to trust people a bit more, and I became a little bit more confident in school. 

In January, I kind of took a step backwards. I was having a rough time in lessons, I was starting to get paranoid that my friends were going behind my back and stuff and to be honest, I was in a shit mood constantly. I don't think I've ever cried as much as I did in January. Literally it was every night, I would cry myself to sleep. Its hard to explain, but things started to pile up in my head. One little paranoid thought would lead to a mountain of really unlikely scenarios, which I would convince myself were going to happen. I would go for days without eating in order to get control over something. I contemplated suicide. It sounds stupid writing it out like this, but at the time I was completely overwhelmed. 

It took me a while to get back to my 'normal' self. I've still got a couple of issues that I'm sorting out. The eating things a big one. I still can't eat in front of people that I don't trust, which is ridiculously annoying! I hate it when I think people are looking at me, or talking about me - it just makes me paranoid. I hate not feeling included in something. If someone says something like "Do you think tha- Oh, never mind...", I can't let it go. I have to know exactly what people are thinking around me. 

So, yeah, thats basically what happened in January. 

If anyone from my school is reading this (I know a few people found my blog via my boyfriend's), please do me a huge favour and don't tell anyone? I don't really fancy the idea the whole school knowing this...thanks. 

Sorry for the depressing nature of this post. I promise I'll do something a little bit more like my usual self next time. For now, byeeeeee.....