| GCSEs |
[23rd. Aug, 2007|04:39 pm] |
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| |  abso-bloody-lutely ecstatic | ] |
English: A
English Lit: A*
Maths: A*
Biology: A*
Chemistry: A*
Physics: A* (oh my god)
French: A* (357/360 - thank you, M. Bardou for not letting me give it up in L5)
Spanish: A*
Religious Studies: A*
DT: A*
1 A, 9 A*s.
YAY! |
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| ...don't believe the talking stain! |
[25th. Jul, 2007|08:53 am] |
| [ | Location |
| | London | ] |
| [ | Mood |
| | jolly | ] |
| [ | Music |
| | The Beach Boys | ] |
David Mitchell is in a women's fashion magazine. Only a really tiny bit and talking about food, not clothes, but still - it's a bit random.
Edit:
KITCHEN CONFIDENTIAL
DAVID MITCHELL
STAYING IN
My cooking style: I'm a very bad cook, so I'd cook very basic things. I might grill some sausages or something like that/
In my fridge: cheese, milk, jam, tomatoes. And beer.
I'm impressed by: souffles. I like them and I've heard they're difficult.
Celebrity food moment: about ten years ago, a TV producer took me and Robert Webb [his comedy partner] out for lunch - it was the first lunch we'd ever been bought. We were desperate to seem competent and we were, right up until Robert poured mineral water all over his chips thinking it was a posh kind of vinegar.
GOING OUT
My favourite London restaurant: The George & Vulture
My favourite out-of-London restaurant: The Beetle & Wedge Boathouse
My favourite cocktail: a whisky sour.
Burgers or berries? I like the posh end of unhealthy stuff; a fillet steak over a salad. But not a hot dog.
Never touch: I've never eaten sushi. I sort of plan to, but maybe I never will. I hate oysters. |
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| This is the dawning of the age of Aquinas |
[2nd. Jul, 2007|01:07 pm] |
| [ | Location |
| | London | ] |
| [ | Mood |
| | happy | ] |
I am essentially updating because I found the coolest post-subject-title-thing ever and thought I just had to use it.
Boat prom! Lots of fun! I thought it might be a bit rubbish but it was really good and I'm so glad I went. I met loads of people I've heard so much about and... yeah. Great time.
I have baked some bread today and went ice skating yesterday. Eve hurt her ankle and Maya hurt her back. But, er, other than that it was fun. |
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| FREEDOM! |
[26th. Jun, 2007|10:11 pm] |
No more exams! The total lack of Physics on the horizon gives me more joy than I ever thought was possible. Mrs Moynihan is out of my life for ever and ever and ever! No longer will I be tortured with her looking through me and becoming selectively deaf whenever I have a question!
Ahem. Yep - exams and exams. Bio ext, R+P (lots of gender qs, bit hard), Physics (terrible calculation question which I swear we had not been taught properly).
Last day at Habs EVER. Mrs Radice's Garden Party. Hm. She did not appear for ages, it was not in her garden and it was not much of a party. Everyone clustered, including the teachers.
Funny thing that happened! Maya and I had just been talking to Miss Considine when Miss Buckley appeared and started talking to Miss Considine. Maya and I moved slightly away. Mrs Radice entered just as Miss Buckley said she had to go, and seemd to be walking purposefully towards Miss Considine. Miss Considine then said pointedly, "Didn't you have something terribly important you had to tell me, Suzanne?" I said, "Yes, erm, perhaps we should walk this way, come on Maya, yes I did, very very important, the thing I had to tell you was... it's OK, she's gone." Miss Considine then said, "Oh, has she? Oh, how important and interesting." I think it was one of those 'had-to-be-there' things so I don't know why I'm bothering trying to explain it but still.
Maya and I went to Camilla's for a book burning but left after about an hour as everyone was starting to get drunk and it wasn't much fun for sober people. Eve was drinking vodka. We walked back to my house and I, idiot that I am, mixed up two roads so we ended up walking the wrong way. Thank goodness we realised before too long! We watched An Ideal Husband and I insisted Maya borrowed a Goodies DVD.
I have been in the wars lately. Nearly fainted this morning (no idea why), hurt my ankle walking up the stairs (now bandaged) and am also freezing. Vest, top, jumper, cardigan - still cold. I feel like Scrooge sitting in his office insisting no more coal be put on the fire, except I'd pile the fire high and sit toasting in its warmth.
I notice from the lack of comments on my last entry that no one reads this and no one cares. Ah me, what a tragic life I lead. Oh well. C'est la vie, whatever that is supposed to mean.
Oh, and South Yorkshire is flooded. Bit of contemporary issues there. |
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| Things I have been up to lately |
[18th. Jun, 2007|10:50 pm] |
Buying clothes: Exciting jumpers, and I found a lovely blouse on eBay which I may or may not buy.
Selling bikes: Ha ha, byebye childhood memories. We're selling three old bikes on eBay. We'll finally have some space at the end of the garden if/when they're gone, as well as a little money.
Panicking: What will I buy for teachers? I have no money and no imagination.
Planning: Lille vs. Calais. Eurostar vs. ferry. Gah, choices.
Making friends! (on the internet)
P.S. If you read this, do comment! Even if it has nothing to do with the actual post. It's nice to know people care... |
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| Ear ear. |
[17th. Jun, 2007|10:14 pm] |
It's offical. I have a bad but localised allergy to nickel/non-gold metals. Which means I can only wear expensive gold hypoallergenic earrings. And I have some astonishingly lovely earrings which I cannot wear. Wah! |
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| Ouchies. |
[17th. Jun, 2007|06:30 pm] |
I stubbed my toe really hard and a bit of nail broke off. I think I have an ingrowing toenail and it hurts. It doesn't look too bad at the moment but is just starting to be red and painful. *cries* What, oh what, shall I do?
Looking on the bright side of life: I started "the dress" with my mum yesterday. |
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| Physics |
[14th. Jun, 2007|07:06 pm] |
One cannot help but feel a strange sense of doom when one thinks of the joys awaiting me tomrorrow. Physics. I have revised a little, but not enough, and it just seems to go in on ear (or eye) and out of the other (or the back of my head). I have a million things I'd rather do - well, OK, just a few things - and not one of them is remotely related to my GCSE Physics exam.
I washed my hair today.
David Hatch is dead! It's just terrible. R.I.P. |
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[10th. Jun, 2007|11:59 am] |
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| Rant! |
[5th. Jun, 2007|03:06 pm] |
| [ | Location |
| | London | ] |
| [ | Mood |
| |  angry | ] |
A British national day is a crap idea. They'll just try and make it all "multicultural" and "inclusive", totally destroying the point. I should perhaps clarify at this point - multiculturalism and inclusiveness is a GOOD THING but not when it's done for the sake of it. Although another day off school is a great idea. It's a far more important thing to make St George's Day a Bank Holiday than force some rubbish "community spirit" upon us. Also: they say that it will be a day for everyone to come together and meet the neighbours and volunteer and so on. BOLLOCKS. Does everyone observe Easter as a religious holiday, or is it just a day for some chocolate and a long weekend? Also also: Surely there are more important issues the government needs to address than some crap community spirit idea. How about drugs? Crime? Immigration? The general crapness of their policies? Having a day off work that will supposedly allow us to connect with our neighbours is not going to solve an awful lot. Britishness has almost disappeared anyway. We do not have a strong cultural or national identity. Stop trying to drag one out of us. "Anyhow I thought promoting patriotic values was terribly un-PC!!" - precisely. For people who ban Christmas book displays in libraries because it might offend Jews or Muslims, a Britain day doesn't sound terribly inoffensive. "Let us have a national 'Freedom Day'. This could be held every year on the date that Blair finally goes....What other event could be so unifying an act within the United Kingdom." - ha ha! I cannot think of anything else that would unite us more.
I have may overreacted slightly to this. Check back in a few hours to see if I have calmed down... or not. Also also also: Olympic logo - CRAP. Bloody awful. Nothing to do with London or the Olympics. Looks like a three-year-old sat down with a sodding crayon.
Alternative ones here and here.
Ones I like:
First lot - 1, 6, 10
A second helping - 1, 2, (6), 8, and 11 very much so!
Edit: This is a bit sinister, isn't it? Like a cross between a car advert and a horror film. |
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| I dream my dreams away... |
[4th. Jun, 2007|09:19 pm] |
| [ | Location |
| | London | ] |
| [ | Mood |
| | talkative | ] |
News! I have a stalker! *waves* Hello Gibbon-Posture!
Anyway. Pyjama day today. More Biology revision (in pyjamas). Did a whole exam but then when I tried to mark it I found I was missing half the answers! What, oh what, to do? I sent a general cry of alarm on facebook, in the form of a note which was fascinatingly headed with "Help for Bio revision". Something that sounds that interesting was sure to elicit thousands, nay millions, of replies but no one has the answers to question three, although I have now managed to mark question two.
Finished Michael Palin's diaries (at last!). In pyjamas, of course. I can hardly remember the beginning as I started it so long ago hat I may or may not read the first hundred or so pages again. Spent some time with the index looking up all the Goodies references. Geek? Yep.
Bought 'Underneath the Arches' and 'Leaning on a Lamppost' from iTunes. Started an ISIHAC playlist, containing songs from Pick Up Song. It'd be too confusing to have ones from One Song to the Tune of Another. Looked for 'The Archers Theme Tune', just out of interest, but they don't have it. Also looked for 'Por Onde Andara Stephen Fry' - more on that later...
Flea-treated the cats, still in pyjamas. It wasn't even the pills! Just little drops of liquid in the skin at the back of their necks, but Atticus was trembling like a badly contructed card house in an earthquake.
Got dressed!
Watched two of Stephen Fry's appearances on HIGNFY on Youtube. I have now watch all The Goodies catastrophegoodies has uploaded so far, so must look further afield to satisfy my comedy-lust. (That possibly came out directed slightly wrong.) They played a bit of this song, 'Por Onde Andara Stephen Fry', with English subtitles, and I'm desperate to get hold of it. What with my amazing Spanish-speaking skills and all maybe I could translate it as practice in the holidays. OK, you got me. It's just because it's a cool song about Stephen Fry. Which reminds me: I watched the extended HIGNFY from last night this morning (I had recorded it). Very funny. Australian guy puts his foot in it rather. Not sure if he's the same Aussie guy who was on Mock the Week (Youtube, ily) and only has one real foot. If so - how witty I am. If not - oh well.
Food related news: Mum bought croutons. At last! No coleslaw, though. Tragedy after tragedy unfolds... first the exams and now no coleslaw.
This is a slightly longer entry than intended. I do tend to talk too much sometimes. It's just that when I get going I can't stop and tend to meander around, saying things. Speaking of which (randomness alert) the ISIHAC I went to was broadcast today! Yay! Very funny - although no Happy Birthday song.
SHUT UP, SUZIE. I will stop talking... now. |
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| bewildered amusement. |
[3rd. Jun, 2007|08:32 pm] |
| [ | Location |
| | London | ] |
| [ | Mood |
| |  in pain | ] |
Period. Erk.
I was sitting in the sitting room with my mum having just asked her for more painkillers. She was suggesting alternative treatments.
M: Perhaps we should try some brandy or smelling salts.
S: Or leeches!
(Enter dad, not knowing we were talking about peroids)
D: What's going on?
M: Suzie's not well and we're tryng to cure her.
D: Ah... how about bleeding?
At which point we burst out laughing, much to the bemusement of my dear old father. Bleeding... oh, the irony... |
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| Stratford-Upon-Avon |
[30th. May, 2007|11:22 pm] |
Saw King Lear yesterday. It was great. Now that is Shakespeare, not that crappy film. SUA was boring, but only because we'd already seen it all when we went last year. Very odd without cats. 6 books came today. Brilliant. |
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| ah... blisto. |
[28th. May, 2007|06:17 pm] |
How lovely it is to have a tidy room. I can at last walk from one end to the other in a straight line and no longer need fear hearing cracks under my feet as I pick my way across the piles of junk. Watched "The Incredible Theft" at teatime with blueberry muffins (which I helped make). It's the one where Hastings and Japp have to share a hotel room - "Look out lads! he's got a blamange!" Sheer genius. Productive Chemistry revision session with Aliki today. First proper revision I have done for any of the exams. I must revise more, though. The harder ones are coming up fast. I have also chanced upon an excellent deal with my parents. I found two Goodies books for £3.50 (inc P&P) on ebay and mum said she'd buy them for me if I tidied a part of the morning room. I sense this could be a productive business relationship. I have also had a set of six old comedy books (HIGNFY, Smith & Jones, Allo Allo, Jeremy Hardy and Fry & Laurie. But that's only five! The other one is of a strange show called Paul and Pauline, which I vaguely recognise in a "I've never heard of it" kind of way. Domestic chores abound for the next few days to earn those, I think. |
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| Grr. |
[27th. May, 2007|08:40 pm] |
| [ | Location |
| | London | ] |
| [ | Mood |
| | annoyed | ] |
That asinie brother of mine is being argumentative again. I do wish he'd just shut up and get on with things.
Decisions on bathroom progresing well. Slight opposition from one party and doubts expressed by another not hindering things too much. |
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| In other news... |
[25th. May, 2007|05:55 pm] |
| Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ISTP) | 
Your personality type is reserved, methodical, spirited, and intense.
Only about 6% of all people have your personality, including 3% of all women and 8% of all men
You are Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, and Perceiving. |
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| MY LIFE IS OVER. |
[25th. May, 2007|04:17 pm] |
| [ | Location |
| | London | ] |
| [ | Mood |
| | angry | ] |
SHHS called. Apparently I can't swop English for Biology because they're in "the same teaching block". BOLLOCKS TO THAT. You're telling me that absolutely nobody does English and Biology? I am so pissed off with them. I DON'T WANT TO DO ENGLISH. I WANT TO DO BIOLOGY.
Edit: Aliki has pointed out that I may or may not have become confused. I think it should be "in different teaching blocks". Apologies to anyone whose fabric of life has been destroyed due to this :D |
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