Sunday, 8 March 2009

Lists of apprehension and excitement, and comments on soocer and paintball

Yo! So, yeah, in the ict room, again. It's starting to wear on me, eventually, I reckon I'll meld to be part of it- too freakin' slow computer, bad jokes and banned websites. Don't forget, the future's bright, the future's orange. (the phone company, in case you didn't know). Anyway, so, eventually, eventually, I'll get around to talking about Cambridge. Until then however, lets talk about the most recent events. These involve quad biking with an 8 year old, football (and discovering I have an 'accurate shot', that's a direct quote), Leeds, being dressed up like a doll and experiencing a...surreal talent show. First however, the talent show! Well.....where to begin? Every year, for a while now, our school has had a talent show. This year, due to the fact I have 24 extra curricular activities, one of them was helping to organise this (not that I got any credit). It doesn't matter though. Oh, and recently, in fact, since I began this post I went paint balling. A word to the wise- paint balling is great, however, pellets of paint that come at you at 180 miles an hour at close range into your un-padded leg really hurt, and give you MASSIVE bruises. Oh well, I guess I deserve it. I'm looking at the next few weeks with a mixture of apprehension and excitement which can be summed up in a small, mildly important list:

  • The school play- 'The Kiteman' in which I am in every scene but two, and have three costume changes (but no shoes)
  • My Nan's visit to see said play (I'm not sure if I'm more worried about her view on my room or the play)
  • Finally going to see 'Slumdog Millionaire- I really hopes it lives up to my expectations after reading the book, and I urgently need to find a present/card for my friend's sister's birthday
  • The field day I'm going on tomorrow for RAF (No, I have not ironed my skirt yet)
  • The music festival or senior choir (I think I know the songs)
  • My year's retreat on Tuesday (sure to be action packed with prayer, hail Mary's, coloured pens and paper and duck duck goose)
  • And the French Exchange, which leaves at an unearthly hour of the morning, and from which I have to go to the house of a girl who seems nice enough, but who speaks as much English as I do french (see previous comment about languages and the mysteries of the bi-lingual), although, when I say she seems nice enough, it is an assumption from the two emails I've received from her a week before I go.

I would include packing, but there is absolutely no excitement in thinking about that, only apprehension, so it's not quite eligible. Anyway, that's about all for now, sorry it took me so long. Finished from the library. Ba-Bye!!