Guess who I saw?!

I wrote this yesterday, but I didn't post it....

Just after I’d finished on the computer yesterday, I met Faye and Joel for a little passing chat. Joel headed off for an exam, Faye went home and I walked into town because I needed to go to the library and do some shopping. The way I normally walk was blocked off. I didn’t really think anything of it; they must have been doing something to the path, or digging up pipes or whatever those city council people get up to. It didn’t matter anyway, all I had to do was walk along a tiny bit to use the steps. When I got up there, there was quite a big crowd and loads of police (they were the ones that had blocked off the path) and stuff, which was quite exciting by itself. I walked straight on, towards the crowd, because where I was going was on the other side of it. I got pas the crowd and was content with thinking that it was all a bit random, but I wasn’t bothered about what was going on. But, before I had properly moved away from the crowd loads of people started shouting things and taking pictures, so obviously curiosity got me, so I turned around and Prince Charles was standing about 3 metres away from me!! Half of you are probably thinking that it’s rubbish, but I’ve never seen a famous person before, never mind a royal! By this time I was a little bit stuck in the crowd so I thought I might as well take a picture on my mobile, because I have a feeling that when I see everyone on Thursday they’ll be expecting some evidence. The camera on my phone isn’t that great though, and I don’t know how to get the pictures off it, so I can’t show you the ones that I took myself, you’ll just have to imagine the scene yourself.

Maybe I shouldn’t get that excited about seeing a Prince. I suppose getting excited about seeing Prince Eric or Prince Charming is ok (if only they were real!), but perhaps not Prince Charles.

No! What am I on about?! I still think it was great anyway! The nearest I’ve been to something interesting concerning the Royal family other than this was that I was at Buckingham Palace that day that the ‘Fathers For Justice’ guy dressed up as Batman and climbed up the side of it. Even then, I didn’t actually get to see it happen. I had literally just left the place. Bummer.


In other news…..

I used to feel completely full after eating a whole plate full of Chicken and Vegetable pie with potatoes, broccoli, cauliflower and carrots all smothered in gravy, but for some reason today I ate all of that.

Then slurped all the gravy off the plate. (Yes, yes, you did see that right. I literally sucked off all the gravy from the plate because it was that good. And of course it went all over my chin, I’m proud of that fact too.)

Then I had 2 yoghurts.

And a whole plate full of crackers (Jacobs, of course).

And I’m still hungry.

This can only be a good thing, right? I must be on my way to being heavy enough to give blood! Surely!

I can't resist....

I saw this picture on Ruans blog. It's so cute I couldn't resist putting it on here and showing you all how great this little baby rabbit is! I seriously want one of my own.



I'm so predictable. This really is typical of me...

Would you believe me...

... if I said that I lived here?

I was just looking at my brothers photos and came across these which he took while on a walk near my house.

The Time Traveller's Wife

After only joining the library on Friday afternoon, I have already managed to read the whole of The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. It's one fat book. I'm quite proud of myself. I took it back to the library today, and seeing as I couldn't find the other books that I wanted, I decided to get Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. Anyway... as for The Time Traveller's Wife....

I think I can describe it as being 'quite good', not good enough to fit into my favourites list, but then it wasn't bad either. The actual storyline is very basic - a tale of 2 people and their love story, with some sad parts in it, obviously. The only reason why it's made interesting is the fact that Clare, the wife, met Henry, the husband, when she was 6 and he was 36 or something like that. And they were married when she was something like 22 and he was 28. Confused? You should be. It sounded so weird and rubbish before I read it, but it does make total sense when you read it.

I give it a score of:
10 out of 10 for originality (I've never heard of a story like that before)
7 3/4 out of 10 overall


Ooh, I could do reviews of all the books I read! I'd look so sophisticated!! haha. Well, perhaps not. Anyhoo, time to go!

I wouldn't normally.... but....

I wouldn't normally even read these things, let alone put them on my blog... but it was actually quite freaky, assuming all the information was completely right, so you can see it too.

This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets more interesting:

1) New York is the 11th state.
2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number 11.
3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11
4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers. 6+5 = 11
5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now >>known. 9 +1+ 1 = 11
6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911. 9 + 1 + 1 = 11.

>>Sheer coincidence..?! Read on and make up your own mind:

1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254. 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.
2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year. Again 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.
3) The Madrid bombing took place on 3/11/2004. 3 +1 + 1 + 2 + 4 >>=11.
4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers incident.

Now this is where things get totally eerie:

The most recognised symbol for the US, after the Stars & Stripes, is the Eagle.
The following verse is taken from the Quran, the Islamic holy book: "For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was peace." That verse is number 9.11 of the Quran.

Still >>uncovinced about all of this..?! Try this and see how you feel afterwards, it made my hair stand on end:

Open Microsoft Word and do the following:
1. Type in capitals Q33 NY. This is the flight number of the first plane to hit one of the Twin Towers.
2. Highlight the Q33 NY.
3. Change the font size to 48.
4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS

What do you think now?!!



... It's probably all rubbish and made up by someone with too much time on their hands, but nevermind. It's not like anyone is actually gonna work out which day of the year september the 11th was, is it?

I know I'm a geek because...

….. I like Classic Fm. It makes me want to be a ballerina even more.

…... I think Libera are the greatest thing ever. Don’t know what they are? Then you’re either not geeky enough or failing that, not English.

…… I’m proud of my friends that love X Men and that they go out and get the comics and share them with each other.

…… I like computer games. The Sims has probably been my all time favourite, even though I’m now completely bored of it, with Sim City in 2nd place. I also like watching my brother play counter strike and games like that. I only like to watch those ones because I know I’d be rubbish if I actually played it myself.

…… When I’m watching TV, which isn’t actually that often, I flick to Discovery Animal Planet before MTV. Actually, I think I’d watch Nick Junior before MTV. Shows how childish I am too.

…… I have the Prince of Egypt Soundtrack. And I’ve put it into my computer. And I listen to it. And I know all the words.
……I watched the full, BBC version of Pride and Prejudice no less that 6 times last year.

Things I want to do, but in most cases can't list

Have Ballet lessons. I still 8 years old inside, I want to be a ballerina.

Have Salsa lessons. Looks like so much fun! And it would make me fit too. I can’t be doing with this ‘gym’ and ‘running’ business that everyone else is into, what’s with that?

Go horse riding. I used to do it a lot when I was younger, but the stables that my school used when I came to England was really rubbish and all the ponies were evil, so I stopped. I wish we could have just gone somewhere else. But, alas, I wasn’t the one which got to make the decisions unfortunately.

Go to New Zealand. Someone’s French presentation today was about New Zealand, and even though the presentation wasn’t very thrilling, I still spent the whole time thinking, ‘yep, I’m gonna go there’, but I can’t afford it, especially if I do this. (I haven’t actually told you what it is yet, but I will do soon). Maybe I could take mum on holiday. She’d have to chip in with the payment area of the holiday, obviously!

Have an extensive list of amazing books that I’ve read, so that when something pops up in conversation, I’ll be able to say that I’ve read it. I admire people that like to read. Even though my list isn’t that impressive at the moment, I do love reading. It’s nice to have a break from reality every once in a while. But there isn’t a fiction section in our library, so I think I might make next week’s mission to join the library in town and see what they’ve got to offer. One problem though. It takes usually takes me absolutely ages to find a book that I want to read. I have to know it’s going to be awesome before I read it. Take the ‘His Dark Materials’ trilogy for example (to all you none readers, it’s northern lights etc etc). I only read that because Shaun read it. Then Ben read it. And then Jess read it, and they all thought it was great, so I knew I would.

Be better at the violin. I quit lessons when I was about 14 and didn’t play it for years because I was still in the ‘I hate it’ stage. But since my mum has started learning it’s been out of it’s hiding place, and I’ve actually played it. I want to get better at it. I’m also dying to find out where my old grade 4 pieces have disappeared to. Anyone know?

Be good at French. Yes, I have been learning it since I was 11, but for some reason I’m rubbish. I’ve forgotten everything since I did my A Level exam. I’m determined to actually feel like I’ve improved.

I know there’ll be more to add to this. Just you wait.

I can't believe it!

Well, actually, yes, I can.

Whilst continuing to make my life more exciting and to be more spontaneous, in town this morning bewtween lectures, me and Jess decided that we'd give blood. Neither of us had done it before so we thought it would be a great idea.

But I wasn't allowed. Why?

Because I got my ears pierced in the summer?
Because I've been out of the UK in the last 4 weeks?
Because I have some horrible, infectious, minging disease that I didn't know I had?

No.

It was because I don't weigh enough. I'm gutted. I can't be a good person and give some needy person my blood because I'm not fat enough. Someone could die because they wont get my blood! Can you believe it? So now I'm not only too thin, I'm also a murderer. It's ridiculous, really.

The only good thing that's come of this is that I've set myself a new mission. To either a) grow a few more inches b) get fat c) get some muscle.

I think I'll choose a mixture between b and c. I'm going to make my diet the most awesome thing ever and I'm going to do some excercise to get a bit of muscle, because to be honest, the muscle I have at the moment is capable of moving my bones around, and nothing else. In other words, I'm a weakling, and also quite unfit.

I'm not going to be a body builder or anything and go on a constan chocolate eating binge, so don't panic, but I'm determined to be heavy enough to give by the time I leave uni. That's 3 1/2 years away, I know, but I've hardly changed weight in the last 2 years, so I think I've got a chance if I set my target to 3 1/2 years. I think I need to gain about 12 lbs. Is that possible for me though? Because I'm the most rubbish weight gainer ever.

I shouldn't really be complaining about this, because most people struggle to get rid of weight, nevermind gain it. But it's just as hard for me to gain it as it is for others to lose it. I'm not really that bothered that I'm naturally really thin, I just want to be able to give blood, that's all.

Congratualtions to Jess though, she managed it!

And tommorrow, I'm joining the library! Go me!

Right.

I want to read a book, but I don't know what to pick. I read The shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon over the holiday which was good, but now I want something else. Does anyone have any suggestions?

I also have a french presentation this evening. The seminar starts at 4pm, but because there are so many people to get through i probably wont end up leaving until about 7pm. ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz.

If anyone knows a good driving school in Sheffield please feel free to leave a comment about it. Yes, that's right people, I think I might actually be getting round to learning to drive!!

My Life Expectancy

According to the BBC, my life expectancy is 86.4 years. I'm quite pleased with that!

Want to know yours?

I haven't done one of these for ages!

Your 1920's Name is:

Ivory Sammie

What's" Your 1920's Name?

Yay, or nay?

There's been a major development in my 'new, more exciting life'. I'm not going to tell you what it is yet, because I'm still not sure about it.

What do I do? Do I go, or not?

Yay, or nay?


In other news....

Today was the last day of my holiday at home in Germany. When I get back to England I'll be doing some serious French work. Not really looking forward, but keeping in line with being less lazy and generally more active, I'm not thinking negatively about it at the moment.

I have a cold. The last day of my holiday. Typical. Stupid nose, argh! Hopefully it'll disappear soon. I'm just glad I don't have what my dad has!

Dilemma

I'm bored, very bored, and I don't like it.

I've decided that my life needs to be more exciting and I need to be more spontaneous. I guess you could say I'm making it my new years resolution. I'm going to make a list. A list of everything that I want to do and achieve. It's pretty short at the moment, but I'm going to make it longer, and then feel satisfied when I can cross things off. I suppose this is like ages ago, when VJ posted about me needing to be 'more random'. I can even remember a quote from what she said: 'Randomness is like a muscle, which should be exercised regularly'. I didn't do greatly on that, but I've had a change of heart (again) and have decided to be less lazy and more active and exciting in everything that I do. The first thing I've decided, is that I'm going to go on holiday. A proper holiday. But I'm not sure where yet. I can't think of somewhere. Help me decide, here's the criteria:

- It can't be too expensive (I'll probably have to get a job to pay for it anyway)
- It should be for this summer
- Somewhere that I've never been to before (I've done the whole France, Spain, Italy malarky many times), but not somewhere too far away. For example, if I went to New Zealand, I'd want to make a proper job of it i.e would go for quite a long time and would take LOTS of money with me.

I was thinking of Ireland, but I'm not sure. Help me! Think of somewhere I can go, as well as other things I can add to my list of aims!

I think that me not being that exciting in the stuff that I do is from a life of not being able to do anything like that. When I was younger, I mean. I'm not saying that I was deprived or anything like that, I'm lucky that I got to go on holidays and stuff, lots of people don't, but our holidays were always the same - staying in a caravan somewhere in france, going to the beach and sitting there playing in the sand for up to 6 weeks at a time. My dad isn't one for adventures, so I guess that's why we never really did anything new. That's not the only reason that I don't have as much sense of adventure as I would like though. I think it's from being at boarding school. It was quite strict, so when we were younger we were never allowed to go off doing things on our own and the only time I ever went anywhere was when I came home, to Germany. I like being with my family, don't get me wrong, but there's nothing to do and I don't have any friends left here. I get more bored here than anywhere else. It's the same day in, day out, so I want to do something about it. But I've spent so many wasted hours of my life doing nothing that I'm, yes I admit it, quite lazy. The most exciting times in my life have been staying at Christiana's house. It's my second home I think, and they're my adopted family. Her dad even introduced me to someone as his adopted daughter once, which made me laugh. I love them so much, they're great. They're exciting, that's what I love about them the most. They're always doing something, and I love being a part of it. I guess I ruined that by going to Winchester. Actually, if I hadn't of been leaving Leeds, then I would probably have never spent so much time at their house. It's strange how things work out in life, isn't it?

Well this is turning into an essay, which it wasn't supposed to. But I'm just thinking outloud as it were, so nevermind.


So, here's the start of my list:
1. Go to Christiana's house in the lakes
2. Plan and go on some sort of holiday

I've just remembered the real reason why I started writing this post. while searching on the Internet, this came up on my screen at lastminute.com. It's a completely serious site too, just has very bored/silly employees with nothing better to do, obviously:

Sorry, our site has amnesia.

It sounds silly, but our site just can't remember what you were looking for.

Try to Refresh this page to remind it
Hit Back and wait a minute before submitting your information again

If you are still unable to access any information please return to the site later on today, after we've given it some computer medicine (that stuff always works).

The Story of my Life, in pictures

Here goes....


Here's me the day after I was born, with my mummy (9.8.87)

7 months. I soon started to explore the world, beginning with this yellow blanket.

My 1st birthday. It would have been much cooler if I had actually been born on this day, instead of the year earlier, becuase it would have made my date of birth 8.8.88, which I would have been proud of.

My 2nd birthday. I didn't make a habit of not wearing clothes, don't worry. Blame my mother for that one. Or the hot weather, you choose. I've spent most of my birthdays in hot countries, mostly France.

Me and Teddy. I still love him to this day as much as I did then.

I've shown this picture before, of me aged 4, staring in 'Hickory Dickory Dock'. I soon learned that things like this aren't an embarrassment, because I manage to embarrass myself daily without the spoon for aid.

See what I mean? I think I'm 6 years old in this picture.

The one horrifying thing, that I do look back at and shudder was my hair. I know everyone had bad childhood hair cuts, but this was bad. Blame my mother again for that one. It didn't last too long though I guess and the only ridicule I got for it was from my brothers and sisters, which is as expected.
My 9th birthday, while on holiday in Itlay.

Here I am aged 11, ready to start big school.

Me and my sisters. The only other hair mistake was 'the fringe'. It looks strangly tame in this picture though. It wasn't as bad as Sarah's, so I guess I shouldn't complain.

Look how big the snowman is!! I'm 12 or 13 here I think.

We don't really have many pictures of me from when I was at school, of when I was about 13-15 years old, which is probably a good thing. Here I am at 15. That's the latest I'm putting on there, because there are plenty of pictures of me aged 16+ on flickr and my msn space.

So there you go. The Story of my Life, in pictures.

Princess Christiana

She looks like a princess. A beautiful, lovely princess. I miss her.

Happy New Year

A couple days late I know, but nevermind. I'm quite proud of England already this year. The fireworks were actually really good, unlike most of the other shows I've seen. Can you remember the millenium ones? What was with the barges?