Wild Sarizard Attacked!

I haven't much to say, you see and therefore I've not said much.
Ucas! Meeeeeep. And ramadan, oh the fasting! It makes me sleepy. But it's harder on the first days, after that it's okay. I'm a bit annoyed because we're going to someone else's house to break fast, but I suppose I'll get over it.


I'm supposed to be editting my book, but I do about a chapter and then get really really irritated. I hope it's cause I'm fasting.

School is school. I find myself clock watching more often than I like to. My friends are great thought. Homework seems to pass me straight by. And then I'm like what??? we had homework?? I didn't do it! I just hope that I do okay in the tests. I'm sure I should. I'm good at tests, right?

Year thirteen is strange, everything is a last, last first day, last open evening, last autumn assessments. I would have though it would be stranger having no one to look up to, but it's not.

I keep missing my stupid period, which is annoying because my mum keeps being on my case about it. What does she expect? I'm also super thin due to fasting, my stomach doesn't go OUT it goes DOWN! Isn't that cool?

University! Aaaaha. I don't know if it's for me, but I want to go anyway. I just want to have the funness, I'm not sure about the course. Maybe I should only apply for three year courses then? Or I'll change when I get on them. I'm just not really sure at all what I want to do.

I know I want to finish my book and send it to a few literary agents and hopefully get published, fingers crossed!


I think that's all, I lost Megan, no idea where she is or how she is but to be honest, I don't think I was making much of a difference anyway. Surprisingly, I wouldn't kill luke for breaking up with her, because I think I saw it coming or something. I would kill him for getting involved with her in the first place if he didn't think he would see it through, but I can't really blame him because Megan is really pretty and probably confused him with her femenine wiles. Yasamin troops on this week, alonnnnne with no cocktail.


:)

Get ready for ISWEEK!

Fiendish

As always I haven't been blogging. I think it's because I've been writing a lot, so I haven't been writing so much about me. Anyway, I've been talking a lot too so maybe I talked all the talk out of me.
I love the summer holidays, I feel like I spend all the summer holidays floating, you know?
I've been writing a lot, although I don't know how I'm ever going to get published at this rate. I just feel like I push my friends into reading my stuff even if they don't really like in.
On the plus side, I've written a lot of original fiction this summer and I prefer it to writing fanfics a l'instance.

How about peppermint tea. It makes your throat feel good!
Rachel and Kim are stars, brilliant brilliant friends. Kim is concerned about her boobs. Everyone, if you see Kim, tell her she had good boobs!!! It's what a friend would do.

I also miss Nandi and Mush but I think they should come back before school starts. It's a crime to miss school.

Okay, everyone, we are going to work this year. We all need to. No more sitting in the computer room and wasting time! We're going to STUDY in room 27 okay? OKAY? is that clear?

I can't believe we're going to university next year! (although rachel's dropping out to be a nail techincian) We're all so young, Fishy and Vicky can't go to university! They'll explode it! EXPLODE IT.

I love Megan, who is amaaaazing but thinks that she's shitty. But she's wrong! So wrong (call me, biatch)

That's all for now! Remember, this term STUDY STUDY STUDY!

Year Twelve

Wow! I've pretty much finished year twelve! I've had my exams, two in each subject, and on monday I go back to school to start my year thirteen syllabus. It's just unbelievable, me, in year thirteen. Doing my A-Levels.

So let's summarise the year. I've made tonnes of new friends, and stayed in touch with most of my old ones which is something. I've probably got more work done than your average seventeen year old. And look at that, I'm seventeen! I wrote the Marmalade Chronicles which were fantastic, if you don't mind my saying. I did a ridiculous amount of extra curricular activities. I really go into Doctor Who :p I went out more than I'm used to, and I had a great time. I made some very responsible decisions, and I slept a lot.

I think I developed well as a person, and I've kept my temper remarkably well. I've also managed to tone down my bitchyness and not really been particularly mean to anyone, I don't think.

It's strange to have nothing to do, but School on Monday, and it'll be work work work. No idea what subject I'm dropping, and no idea what course I'm taking. I still want to develop as a person, I'm not finished yet, so I don't know what kind of person I'll be or what job would be most suited.

Kim and I are getting way excited about the 21st of July which is of course the release of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows. Does anyone know what a Deathly Hallow could be? It sounds a bit like Godric's Hollow. Hallow, Hollow. It sounds like I'm talking on a telephone.

I got myspace, which means I have another website to go to.

My internet life is a bit dull right now, but my regular life is pretty good. On Thursday, Rachel came around to my house at about 2ish, and we met Kim and Ellen at school at 3.45. Then we all went to eat at this nice restaurant which is lovely, because it's never full and they never turn you away. It wasn't vair expensive either, even though we were completely full afterwards, and we got tricked into buying olives and bread. I didn't want to, but Ellen and Kim insisted that it would be free. Shows what THEY know. Lollerskates.

I think it's great when you get to a place where you stop wanting to be friends with someone, or wishing that you could meet someone, and start to really appreciate your friends, instead of constantly reaching for something you can't attain, you just float. I feel like this year I've gotten that with Rachel and Kim, who are lovely, both for different reasons, both equally.

I'm also at war with one of my friends. We've divided into two teams. There is team Sarah, and Team phishy. I kidnapped Team phishy's most treasured possessions and held them ransom, then they stole my lunch and stationary, next I have something big planned, but I cannot divulge any information here, for fear of it being intercepted.

Todays Doctor Who was vair scary. I was scared. Hummm I'm going to have some hot chocolate. Also, Jess sent me a lovely mixed tape and I did some gardening.

THE PATRIOT

So, tonight was post sixteen evening. That's where all the students who want to come to our school for the last two years of education before university can come and look around. Most of the students are internal, so they know the school and are just interested in the specific subject areas, but we get a few students who are the smart cookies in their schools and are considering transferring in. It's a bit of a nerve wracking time, because you have to make the choice whether or not you're going to leave your friends to do something on your own, and even if that's a brave sentiment, it might not necessarily be the best thing to do. Also, it's terrifying. I stayed on at my school, and I'm so thrilled that I did, because everything here fits, I've got my niche, but it also means that I can't really understand how those girls are feeling, as they walk around.

I always volunteer to help out at open evenings, so it made sense to volunteer for post sixteen evenings. Every year I volunteer as a guide, which means you put on your good uniform, you polish your schools and then take a group around your school, answering questions and showing them what they want to see. It can be difficult, because sometimes the people in your group have colliding interests, or sometimes no interests at all! I enjoy guiding because I'm genuinely enthusiastic about our school and passionate about my subjects. As a guide, I can offer insights, answer questions, reassure them and basically, make conversation. Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm pretty good at making conversation. Basically, if I had a calling in life, it would be guiding, or bothering patients in hospitals. Either way, it's a captive audience, and all that talking means I'm not a blabber mouth later on, because I've used up all my conversational skill.

Granted, I've scared a whole lot of potential students. I can't help it! I become relaxed, and there is no thought process when I start speaking. A lot of things which seem funny, are really not, and a lot of things I find funny which again are really not. Luckily, more recently I feel as though I am able to distinguish between what is, and what isn't suitable to say, what's being quirky, and what's being weird, how far you can push the normal social boundaries before people become uncomfortable. Little by little, I'm improving.

So tonight, Kat came to my house first, actually, I'll just go through my day. I woke up this morning with an epiphany. I realised that I had triple booked myself. I was supposed to be doing biology coursework from nine to twelve thirty in the morning, going to a talk on oxbridge at eleven and going to the orthodontist at half past. It's amazing how I had before this not put the thoughts together. I'd spoken about going to the talk, about having to go to the orthodontist and I was very aware of my coursework, but it was only when I woke up that I realised what had happened, and how I was now supposed to be in three places at once. I immediately made a plan. I couldn't cancel biology, nor orthodontist, but I could get someone to tell me about the talk, so I crossed that off my schedule. Unfortunately, that still left me supposed to be at the dentists when I was carrying out an experiment. I mused over the problem while eating my breakfast ( not covered in orange juice- ewww) and alighted on a small fact which could be my saving grace. Someone had mentioned that if you finished the coursework, you could go, you didn't have to stay for the full three and a half hours. However, that would mean for me, finished everything in less than two hours, almost half the time it would take everyone else. I'm not going to outline my biology coursework, but I decided that if instead of doing my repeats after the original experiment, I could do them all together, collect all three sets of data, and finish early enough for my to catch the bus to the surgery which was a risky business in itself, given my prowess at getting the bus.

I started my biology coursework in school, and surprisingly it all ran smoothly, barring a smashing glass incident ( I swear test tubes used to be made out of stronger stuff) and I actually finished before eleven. My teacher looked at my skeptically when I asked if there was anything further for me to do, but after looking at my results said that I had finished the experiment in the shortest time anyone had ever done it, and gotten accurate results. I scampered off out of school, it was second period, and I intended to get back in time to catch the end of the third. After getting the bus ( he charged me a pound, so not fair) I arrived at the surgery, tried to open the door (wrong one genius) then walked calmly through the sliding door. I was called in fairly quickly and although I had been hoping to get the dastardly things taken off, he just put a new set on, a tighter one! Obviously my teeth immediately started to feel tense but I put on a brave face. It was at this point that I realised I didn't have enough money to get back to school (darn that bus driver) so I decided that since my house was within walking distance, I would go home instead, get some paracetamol and then let my mom take me back. While I was walking, I realised that the next three periods I had were history, lunch and then a free, which I was supposed to speak to the french assistant in. I had already missed the beginning of history, but I wasn't worried, as I'm fairly adept at history, and could easily catch up. Lunch would probably be easier at home, not to mention cheaper, and I hated spending that free period with the french assistant.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is when I decided to ditch school.

Yeah you heard me, DITCH SCHOOL. As in, not going to a lesson, because I don't feel like it! I've gotta say I've never done it before, and man is it empowering!

Truth be told, I spent that extra three hours drafting out a french essay on multiculturalisme, but at least I wasn't stuck in school with the stupid french assistant, having to give my opinion on having pets!

I resurfaced in school for sixth period, which was Chemistry, and I kinda needed to be in the class because no one takes it seriously, and thus no one has notes for me to copy up. I was in amazing spirits, having spent the previous three hours eating cookies and enthusiastically colour coding my notes (french law= blue, french politics= red) and basically had a super time. Unfortunately my classmates thought I was high.

So there you have it, ditching class, IS healthy.

Kat and I walked home, we were having a really good time, I think, although I'm sure she was upset about something or other and man does that girl walk slowly. When we got home, Kat amused herself in my room, tinkering with all my stuff and lounging around on my bed, while I changed and then we had tomato soup. Kat's never had tomato soup, can you believe?? She thought it was amazing, as it is. I reassured her that she'd have plenty when she went to university. We watched a french film and then got ready for the post sixteen evening.

Post sixteen evening always makes me feel patriotic about my school. Seriously, by the end I was very close to handcuffing myself to a pillar and refusing to leave. It just feels so great, it's like..my second home. I love love love school. I never wake up in the morning and say "uuuh I don't want to go to schoooool." Sometimes I don't want to get out of bed, and sometimes I don't want to go to a lesson, but I never don't want to go to school. Just thinking about graduating depresses me.

To begin with, I took a family around and met my friends in different rooms. I love that friendly feeling I get when I say hi to my friends in the corridor, and I can see how perfectly I fit in to school, how nice it all is. After that I spent some time in history, with my history homegirls, who were at first appalled at my skipping class, but soon lightened up. Then I went to french and did a double act with Kat, which seemed to go down quite well although I'm sure some teachers were laughing at us. I swung by the library for a little while and gushed about how I loved it before returning to history and chatting to potential historians, while sharing tidbits about the more scandalous side of history. For example, when Louise XIV was in Paris as a child, he fell in a fountain and was too short so he couldn't get out and was eventually found there in the evening. The girl I mentioned that to laughed, but said it couldn't possibly be relevant, to which I retorted that it actually was relevant and that I'd used it in an essay. FYI, it was one of the reasons he created Versailles and moved out of the capital.

At the end of the night, after some more historical bonding, I met up with Kat and her mum, who dropped me home and I wrote this! What a day! Tomorrow is the first day of book club, set up by Nandi. I'm the secretary!! No clue what I do as secretary. I finished reading the musketeers which was great, a very good all round story, I was sad to see it end. I'm currently battling with "far from the maddening crowd" by Hardy, which is difficult, but the plot pulls me on. Haven't had any time to read today, and shan't if I want to get to bed at a decent hour.

I recieved a letter from Yasamin, and also a lot of glitter, I shall reply to you m'dear, but not tonight, as obviously I've been vair vair busy. I also got an email from Jess, in which she revealed that if you live in California, your life is like a montage from the OC. (honest Megz :p)

I hope Melissaaaaaaaaah is betttaaaaar.

Does anyone know what a wolfkin is?

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