I did it! Can you believe it?!

I reached into the cupboard, and pulled out two objects from the top shelf.

I smelled the first before replacing it back down on the table, and then lifted up the second and took a long breath in through my nose.

I couldn’t decide.

I smelled them again, pulling a ‘should I, shouldn’t I?’ face.

Into another cupboard I went… but there was nothing there, so I washed a mug that was sitting by the sink, flicked a switch, and stood there, nervously, waiting for my brain to make up its mind.

There was only one thing for it. Eeny-meeny-miny-mo. The choice was made. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. If only I’d been to the shop on the way home, I would never have had to put myself through this.

‘Click’. It was ready......

I was starting to feel slightly glad about the choice I’d made. I’d decided that smelling the first item had given me a headache so the second must be the right one for me. Maybe I breathed in too deeply.

I went to the fridge and pulled out my housemate’s milk, remembering that the only reason I was doing this to myself was because mine had gone off so I couldn’t make hot chocolate. How stupid of me. Oh well, it’s too late now.

I poured in the water, almost trembling.

Then the milk.

I’d done it. But there was only one thing left to do. I had to drink it.

‘Drink what?’ you may ask.

Tea.

That’s what.

I’m drinking a cup of tea.

It’s got 2 spoonfuls of sugar in it, but it’s still tea. I can hardly believe it myself.

This probably doesn’t seem like a big deal to you, but it is. It really is. My brother will be so proud.

According to his opinions, his youngest sister reached real ‘maturity’ at 15.17 on Wednesday 22nd February 2006.

I feel like I can actually justify calling myself ‘English’ now too.


I’ve done it. I’m a proper grown up. I drank a cup of tea. What an achievement!



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But I don’t think I like it… maybe with a couple more sugars……

Actually no. I still think it's gross. Oh well, you can't say I didn't try. Maybe I'll have to go for the coffee next time.

Some crackers for ya

Thought you might like me to share some of the comedy genius from the back of some of my penguin wrappers…


Q. Who is the leader of the Hankies?
A. The Hankie Chief.

Q. What is unique about the word ‘dreamt’?
A. It’s the only word in the English language that ends with ‘mt’.

Q. Why did the sand blush?
A. Because the sea weed.

Q. Why did the elephant bring toilet paper to the party?
A. Because he’s a party pooper.

I know, you're all rolling around on the floor in fits of laughter now, aren't you?

My Weekend

I've just had a really great weekend, but I think I'm going to wait until I've got some pictures from it before I tell you all about it. While you're waiting for the exciting tale, I'll leave a few hinters as to what it involved:

- playing childish games until 4 in the morning (including our very own version of 'Deal, or No Deal', chinese charades, signs and mafia)
- Deepest, darkest Buckinghamshire
- nearly breaking my face (it reeeeaaaaaalllllly huuuurrts!)
- 'Mr Darcy!'
- sleeping bag races
- Staying in a private prep school
- getting lost down country roads in the middle of nowhere and having to stop and ask for directions in one of those 'local' pubs, where everyone turns around and stares when you walk in
- about 30 different yummy cakes
- 'Food Tech' with Miss Harmer

Ooooh twas a lot of fun. And only cost me £15 for the whole weekend!

Young Homer Simpson Lookalike

We decided (Michael noticed it first and gets all the praise and honour for it) that Hughz looks like Homer Simpson when he was young. He's going through one of those phases where he hasn't cut his hair for ages, so he doesn't normally look like him, but he does at the moment!!

Watch this film, it's the best thing EVER!

I must admit, when I saw the adverts I thought that it looked a bit pants. But I watched the new Peter Pan film for the first time this weeked and I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT! Peter Pan was the only Disney film that I never really liked, but this new Peter Pan film is amazing! Go here to see who is in it.

The whole world should go and watch it NOW!

Errrr....

Last Tuesday, me and my friends ate a whole strawberry cheese cake, a chocolate cake, a carrot cake, jelly and apple dipped in chocolate sauce after eating a meal of bolognaise, (of which I had second helpings) weren’t in the slight bit greedy or piggyish about anything. *Ahem*

It’s all the little things

When I’m walking around, or doing whatever, I always think of things to put on my blog, but when it actually comes to posting, I’ve either forgotten them or just don’t have something else that’s better to say. But it’s all those little things that make my life that little bit more interesting or exciting.......

……. Like the time when that really strange man was lying on the path up the hill from the tram tracks shouting things. Not shouting at anyone in particular, but just, well, shouting. And I think he’d taken his trousers off too, which is quite strange. That was one of those times where you think to yourself ‘Just keep walking, just keep on walking…’

……. Like when I walk home at a certain time of the day, and the people that work at the Ford car dealers at the bottom of Granville Road are letting go of the balloons that they’d attached to some of the cars for sale earlier on in the day. There’s nothing better than seeing different coloured of balloons floating off into the evening sky while you’re strolling home.

……. Like that drunk pikey guy by the station the other day that was peeing on the path (we went up a different path because we didn’t fancy getting bottled by him!) but a Japanese girl was coming down that part of the hill already so she had to pass by him. When she got to the bottom she ran across the tram tracks into the train station, but he ran after her, wine bottle still in hand. We were too far away by that time to do anything about it, so we just had to hope that she was ok by the time she got into the busy station properly. It wasn’t nice. I’d have run a mile without stopping if that guy was following behind me.

……. Like how I always feel like I’m the Railway Children or the Secret Garden every time I walk down Norfolk Road, with all the old houses and the ivy growing on the wall on one side.

……. Like the guy with the crazy hair that lives on the same road that collects really old cars. Every time you go past there’s a new one.

……. Like that massive house that’s all boarded up. There are even chains on the gates and a sign on the side of the house that’s been nailed up, and I really want to know what it says, but it’s too far back from the road to be able to read it. Think old Victorian mansion, Famous Five adventures and a horror story with skeletons under the floorboards and I think you’ll have it pictured just about right.

……. Like when we were walking through town and someone fell down some steps about 10m in front of us. They didn’t get up, and when we got closer we realised it was a really little old lady and she had banged her head quite badly. She wasn’t saying anything, but was just kind of squirming her legs around like she was in pain, if you know what I mean. There were already some people crowding round to help her, so we didn’t stay but I kept thinking about her the rest of the day. It was horrible.

……. Like the ants that were on our kitchen table. I didn’t realise it, but apparently they reeeeeaaally like Malibu, which unfortunately had been spilt all over one corner off it and also down the wall some time around New Years. No one had cleaned it at the time, so even though the table had been wiped recently there was still some stuck right on it, practically inviting the ants to come and have dinner with us. Of course, it was me who ended up having to scrub the table clean. I don’t even know whose the Malibu is.

……. Like when we went to the play park in the middle of the night. Now that is the definition of FUN.

……. Like the time when me and Faye were invited to this ‘new’ church at Norfolk Park, only to find that everyone there was African apart from one girl that played the piano and they were all shouting ‘AMEN’ over and over again.

Pastor: ‘I still can’t hear you!’

Everyone else (minus me and Faye): ‘Amen!’

Pastor: ‘Louder! I still can’t hear you!’ Amen!’

Everyone else: ‘AMEN!’

*continues into shouting match between the pastor and the congregation, getting louder every time until the pastor was satisfied*

Oh how we felt out of place. Then they terrified us by asking for our addresses because Faye had said that she could also play the piano a little bit and I (accidentally) let out that I can play the violin – they’d been searching for new musicians because that one girl on the piano was the only person in the whole place that could play anything, and she needed a break. One sure way of scaring new people is by saying, after them only being there for 5 minutes is ‘You’re the answer to all our prayers!! You’ll have to come back next week and then you can do all the music for us!’ Err… no thank you. They didn’t even quite get the point that a) I am severely out of practice on the violin b) it’s in GERMANY i.e. hundreds and hundreds of miles away c) my mum is using it because she’s starting to learn and d) I said NO, oh and of course there’s always the fact that I wasn’t ever intending going there ever again. Not being mean or anything, they were very nice and welcoming, but they should have stopped after introducing themselves. Seriously.

……. Like how I think it’s cool that I’m reading a book by Joanne Harris, when my middle and last name is Joanne Harris (I didn’t pick it because of that, don’t worry). No one else think that’s cool? Ok then, just me. That’s fine. I might still tell you about it when I’m finished if it’s a good one. Actually, I’d quite like to know if she’s related. She is from Barnsley after all. Does anyone know?? Actually, I guess if she is, it’ll be quite distantly, so no one will know!

Flodge

Flodge aka Falkland Lodge, aka my home from 2003-2005.

Ruined. Ruined forever.

I was just looking at some pictures of someone whi was in the year below me at college and there are loads of people in my house, My Flodge, that I don't recognise. So I left her a message that simply said...

FLODGE IS MINE!!!
Get those weirdos out!! Grrrr
There are far too many people in your pictures that I don't recognise. I think I need to come down and show them what 'being a flodger' really is, because, honestly, I rocked at it. hehe

I think I should go down there and sort them all out. Because I wasn't exaggerating, I, along with Jade, Jess, Alex, Hughz, Johnny, Amy, Ally, Michael, and the guys in the year above me, made Flodge. We were awesome. These newbies will have to go a long way to prove themselves worthy of the title 'Flodger', and the only reports that I've heard about them so far haven't been great...

Hmm when can I go to Winchester...?? I've got the weekends of nearly the whole of the next month booked up, but I want to go before soonish. Obviously the main part of my visit will be to see Gemski, but I want to visit Flodge too, just to see what it's like now and to see people like Belinda, Normpi, Jon etc. It's really expensive to go down there too. Hmmmm. I'll just have to see.

Oh dear....

I got sent an email which had one of those list things in it, where you had to go to google and type in your name and then 'needs' adn then add your name to the list with what it says about you and then you send it on. Obviously those things are really annoying when everyone does it and you end up with the same email 1000 times, just with a different name on the bottom. Anyway, mine said...
(all these were listed on one website!!)

Becky needs more friends because she's so lonely.
Becky needs a wardrobe upgrade.
Becky Needs Our Help
Becky needs to turn her life around
Becky needs more people like you on her side
Becky needs to go to bed
Becky needs a texas scout show
Becky needs to be rougher and uglier
Becky needs music and ministry as much as anyone else—well, sort of.
Becky needs all dues ($15) as soon as possible
Becky needs no introduction
Becky needs a change of scenery
Becky needs to be with her family right now so we're postponing dinner till another day
Becky needs her coffee

Riiiiiiiiiiiight.

The secret is coming out!

Every Tuesday I have French from 4-6pm. We’ve had a couple of extra weeks off after Christmas because some people had exams but now we’ve had time off it’s actually light when we go, which is a nice change. There was hardly anyone there today, but we waited a bit to see if anyone else was coming anyway. I stood looking out at the window for a bit and then turned round and said:

‘Ooh! You can see my house from here!’

My French teacher, as she comes wandering over to the window and peers out: ‘Oh really? Where is it?’

Then I pointed out of the window and said ‘You see those two hills? My house is between those two hills and, wait! Err…. Yeh, its, err, umm, up there.’


If you don’t know why I suddenly stopped myself from talking, then you’re obviously not a devout Narnia fan, like me, or Faye. I realised that I was actually quoting from the BBC Narnia without even realising it. And Johnny did call me an ice queen today too (he was joking, thankfully, I’m NOT really an ice queen or anything near it) but there does seem to be some sort of recurring theme here…

Spring!

Ok, I know it's still Febrary, but the Daffodils are starting to grow in the Cholera Monument park which I walk past on my way home, so I'm happy!

Please someone, shoot me now!

You know, I'm starting to wish that people would just LEAVE ME ALONE.

What have I done to deserve this?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

If you're think of asking me something, DON'T BOTHER.

The answer will be NO.

Just like all the other questions I've been asked by different people that are exactly the same. You're all the same, the whole lot of you.

NO NO NO NO NO.

And one more thing....

No.

Oh, I forgot to say... don't even think about asking me stupid questions when the answer is obviously and will ALWAYS be...

NO.

Permission will only be granted for you to talk to me if I feel like it and if you're going to be nice and in no way stupid/annoying.

Seriously, how many times can I be asked the same question in one day??



Dear World,

Please swallow me up. You can spit me back out when I'm ready for it.

Lots of love,

Becky xx

Musique

I have almost 112 hours of music on Philip (my computer, yes, yes I named him. Yes yes, it is a ‘he’, I’m sad, so shoot me…). But 90% of it is part of ‘Every single number 1 since 1954”aka a load of rubbish, (apart from a few gems that I’ve found, mainly from 1963 and the surrounding years and also so classics like take that and boy zone (woot woot!))…

So anyway, even with all that music on my computer I’ve got bored of nearly everything else that is on there so I’ve stolen all of my housemate Danny’s music and am now putting them all onto my computer. I would count how many cds there are, but even if I had 17 hands and 3 feet I still wouldn’t have enough fingers and toes to count them all on.

I don’t know why I find getting new music so exciting, but I do, that’s just me and my sad little ‘beaky world’ that very few people have been able to fully understand (I'm sure many have died trying. It's that weird in my head, seriously.).

If I had to spend the whole of my life only doing one thing, I would choose listening to music, because you can never get bored of it. Sure, I’d starve to death pretty quickly, but to be honest, I’d still rather sit and listen to music all the time that eat constantly, because you’d probably still die – I reckon I’d eat myself to death pretty soon! Anyhoo…. I have one more point to make…

If I were Queen I’d make it law that musicians (and also people who think they’re musicians because they make ‘music’ but actually they’re not proper musicians because I’m better at singing their songs and playing their instruments than they are i.e. they suck more than vacuum cleaners do) should put all of the song titles actually on their cds, not just on the box or in the booklet with it because it would make my life sooooo much easier. I’m being completely selfish, of course, but if I was Queen, I really wouldn’t give a monkey’s bum about that.

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Note to self: DON'T press the ‘clear’ button on your playlist when you mean to click ‘sort’. AARRRRGGGHHHHHHHH NOW I HAVE TO MAKE IT ALL OVER AGAIN!!!! Do you realise how long it’s going to take me to sort through all those stupid number 1s??? There were about 700 songs on that! It went something like this....

“GASP!”

“Undo!” *searches around the screen for an undo button knowing that I’m not going to find one, but still hoping anyway*

“Undo. Undo. Undo! Undo undo undo undo undo UNDOOOO!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! ARRGGGHHHHH”

*Slams head down on desk*

“I can’t believe I just did that”

“Idiot”


Yes ladies and gentlemen, I talk to myself quite often. Well every time I do something ridiculous, so I guess you could call that often.

Lack of inspiration

I'm lacking inspiration for posting at the moment, and I'm spending so much time on computers that I'm really bored of them. Once I've done all the other things I need to do on the Internet when I go online I'm fed up and can't be bothered to post. I think what I'll do is write them on my computer at home when I get the urge and then bring the posts to uni to use the Internet.

Apologies if you were expecting something exciting from me, you'll just have to wait!

New Discovery

The Yellow Pages is strangly a rather interesting book! Never would have thought that before I saw it yesterday!

I know, I know...

I haven't posted for nearly a week. I was planning on doing something interesting today, but I just wrote the most massive email ever to Christiana that I've decided that I'm just going to get some information for my work quickly and then say goodbye to the Internet for a while.

Here's a snapshot of what I've been doing since I last posted...

- chocolate fondue (ate so much chocolate that I felt sick!)
- Signed the contract for my house next year - ooh that reminds me, I need to ask dad about insurance...
- Hausaufgaben
- My college friends came up for the weekend and as usual we were very silly and had lots of fun...
- went on a 'middle of the night' search for food with Michael
- got beaten up (everytime I see these guys I go home with bruises. The worst one is across my leg where I got picked up and thrown into the bed/onto a pile of people.... don't ask....)
- watched band of brothers (again!!!) It's brilliant, so seriously, you should watch it a thousand times yourself!
- Struggled to read more of my book, I just can't get into this one, I'm considering scrapping it and getting a new one.
- Eaten Country French Chicken Tonight (highlight of my week, obviously) mmmmmmmmmm
- discovered some interesting birthdays... Sarah's is on the 6th August, Becca's is onthe 7th Auguest, and mine is on 8th August, which is really exciting. Even thought they're in the summer, I'm determined that Crofty will make us all a massive cake! I don't want to miss out!

That's about it I think! Laters.....