Who else am I?

Do you ever find yourself bored or curious enough to google your own name and see who else shares it? (Doesn't count for those who have a unique name, which is the only one that comes up on google!)
Well, I got curious and decided to try, and so far I am:

A teenage goth
Some woman involved with british-gymnastics.org
Most improved netball player 2002 (I hate netball)
Something to do with The Banner of Springs Community

Oh, and I found my old blog too. How embarrassing:
Cringe

Oooh, Christmas approaching

So I decided to play around with the colour scheme a bit - looks vaguely christmassy. Might just stick with the banner at the top instead. Too much effort to change it back right now, as I have better things to do, like revise and sleep.

Which leads me quite nicely on to the news that I am taking my mocks at the moment. So far so average. Most of my exams went reasonably well - Maths (non-calc) and English Language went fairly well considering it was the first day of exams. Art went horribly wrong in the middle of the first 2 1/2 hours, but I managed to salvage the sculpture and it is now balanced on a pot in the art room, awaiting further work. Science was the really awful one. I revised all the wrong parts of the modules, although knowing the answers wasn't so much the problem as the fact that I was sitting next to the one of the noisiest, most weak-bladdered, abnoxious chavs in the year group. Cue 1 3/4 hours of whistling, singing, humming, chair banging, shouting and complaing. I was on the verge of tears by the end of the exam - I thought I was going to go mad! I'm not sure how well I answered the questions, but the abnoxious chav was unbelievably distracting, so I'm not sure I answered the questions that well.
On a lighter note, I didn't fall asleep during this year's sociology exam; in fact, I actually didn't do too badly at all, if I'll say so myself.
RS didn't count in my books. Wrote a little bit and fell asleep.
Maths (calc) and English Lit tomorrow. Hmmm, may go well, may not - all depends how confident I'll be feeling...
Still - off to do a bit of revision then bed! :)

Oh, and on a similar note, I've decided that 4 1/2 A levels would be far too much work. I'll stick with 4 at most, which will be Biology, Chemistry, Physics and Maths. I'll try for Imperial College - not sure that Cambridge do the courses I want. That's according to the course search on here. So, that's my future planned out well enough. Now to focus on getting my 3 As and 2 Bs at GCSE - do well in the mocks and build on that! :D

Thorpe park was cool!

O.K, so it was ages ago, but I've just got round to scanning the picture.


I'm the blonde one, Julie (my best friend) is the dark haired girl on my left.
That was the only photo I could be arsed to pay for, mainly cause it was the perfect opportunity to get a photo of us. It was on Colossus - I do love going upside-down on these sort of rides - spinny! :). Probably one of the only rides I didn't feel ill on actually. Although, that was my fault for eating KFC - bound to make anyone feel sick. Did have to miss out on a really cool ride because of it! Oh well!
Overall, I really enjoyed the trip; it's not often I get to spend time with Julie now.
Awww, really miss her actually.

Half term already...

That went pretty quickly! Unfortunately, that means I only have 1 half term left to decide where I want to go for 6th form. I'm thinking of staying at the high school, but they are not offering a Human Biology course for A level. The local College, however, do offer that course. The problem is that the college is apparently quite crap, but it does offer the opportunity to take 5 A levels, as opposed to the 6th form, which only offers 4 AS and 3 A2s. If I get 5 A levels at A to B, it means I will have more than enough UCAS points to get into Cambridge, or failing that, Imperial College London. 4 AS and 3A2s could possibly scrape me an entry into Cambridge, if I get very lucky.
I will have to decide before Christmas apparently. This isn't fair - I need advice on subjects and time to decide - something that can take me ages. I'm not one to rush into things!

In other news, my best friend is visiting for the half term, and we're off to Thorpe Park. Must scrape together £30 before Tuesday!!

Not again...

This is getting rediculous. This morning I woke up to another rather large spider. Not quite as big as the one on my curtain, but large all the same... and right above my face this time! Got a photo this time, too!

(Click for bigger)

It's obviously a bit of a bruiser, cause it has 2 legs missing! As soon as I got it outside, our neighbour's kitten tried to kill it and eat it, so I only managed to get one picture of it before it was slaughtered.
Must be a family of the 8-legged bastards above my ceiling. Can't they bother my sister instead? She deserves it more than I do...

Back to school on monday...

...and I'm going to be making some changes, involving post-it notes. I'll explain.
I have a crappy memory and therefore forget the things I really have to do.
By using post it notes reminding me to do my homework, do those 50 situps a day, etc, I should get into a more stable routine - might even get me better grades if I keep at it. My best bet is to cover the monitor with reminders - stop me from using the pc so much, hopefully. Also, I must get back to my kickboxing classes. This means that I must buy a pair of track suit bottoms - some thieving bastard nicked my sports kit. This is by no means an easy task - You get nasty shell suits, thick fleecy ones, ones with brand names all over it, right material wrong colour, etc. Oh god - I still have homework to do, and only the weekend to do it in. I'm going to my best friend's birthday/leaving party tomorrow. Hmmm....
Which leads me rather nicely to my next point. My best friend is moving to London on Sunday. One one hand, that means more trips to London to see her. On the other hand, I won't see her very often. :-( This year is gonna be very weird...

SPIDER!!!!

This morning I woke up to a rather nasty surprise. Well, actually it was the kids outside that woke me up (the little buggers), so I opened the curtain to see how many of them were making the dreadful noise, then decided I didn't care and closed the curtain again. Imagine my surprise to see a great big spider there. For a second I thought - "How did my joke spider get up there" but then I remembered it doesnt cling to curtains, and besides, my joke spider was smaller, with a bigger body. I realised it was a real spider and sat there in awe - it was huuuge - allow me to show you what it looked like:


So, naturally, after registering that this was a real spider and a big one at that, I got out of the bed and stood on the ladder; taking a look from more of a distance, then I called Dad into the room to take a look.
We both agreed that it was a pretty impressive spider. He captured it and took it outside, and I went back up to my room, and checked my clothes so that I wouln't find any more surprises.

It looks like a small version of the American 'Brown Recluse' but it can't be, purely because they just aren't found in Britain. I thought it may be a wolf spider as I've heard they can be found in Britain, but I've heard of them having a huge leg span, so I'm not really sure and besides, the markings are all wrong. Didn't look like a house spider - body and legs weren't quite right, and it wasn't a garden spider - they are black/brown and yellow, small and quite hairy. This was just brown and not very hairy. I really am quite bewildered as to what this spider could be. I'd love to know, because this was one impressive spider, although admittedly pretty scary when you see it right next to your leg!

Well, I'm not sleeping in my bed tonight if I'm gonna wake up next to that again tomorrow morning!


EDIT: I think it probably was a House Spider, this is what a house spider looks like:

(Note - this is Not the spider on the curtain, merely an idea of what the spider looks like!)
Notice the similarities between that and the brown recluse:


Still - Imagine that house spider on your bed! Uuugghh!

End of an era...

Yesterday morning I had rather a shock. I woke up a little earlier that usual, went into the bathroom and saw my cat looking rather still, so I bent down to see what was wrong with her. Rigor mortis - she was dead. We all knew it was coming - she was getting really thin, refusing to eat, and just generally very ill. Presumably she died just before I woke up, because mum and Lizzy leave at 8:00, and dad wakes up at that sort of time. I found her at around 9:00 (Woke up at about 8:30/8:45) and was the first one to find her like that.
What's strange though, is that I have been unable to cry about it - and not because I didn't love her. I loved her a lot, I was incredibly close to her. I can't cry because I just feel numb, like a piece of my soul has gone or something. Maybe it's because we were so close that I can't cry, or maybe it's because I found her dead and accepted that she is gone. Maybe my mind just doesn't work like other people's. I don't know, it's all too confusing.
Also, I seem to have lost all my rhythm and ability to play the guitar, which is annoying. I'm sure it'll come back to me though (It had better do!).

Just got back...

from Cambridge. I got back at about 10:00 last night, so I went to bed a little earlier than usual and woke up at sunrise (far too early).

It was great fun - I stayed at my Auntie Suzie's house for the first 3 days. Now, normally people tend to sleep inside the house when they go to visit, but my parents, being a little odd, decided we would sleep in a tent in the garden. The second day there (Thursday), we went punting on the River Cam. Dad got the pole stuck in the water 3 times. I, however, did not lose the pole once. Parents said I was a natural at it! Half way through the journey, I switched punts from my mum and dad's punt to my aunt and uncle's punt , which was a little scary - I didn't want to fall in the water! Thankfully, I didn't, and neither did my dad (he was punting on the other punt). The colleges looked stunning from the river! I took some photos of them, and I'm gonna paint pictures from the photos for my art project, which ought to look good.
On Friday, we all went for a drink at one of the nearby pubs, then we went back and all the adults got rat-arsed. It was rather amusing watching them 'Dad dance' to most of the songs on 'Tusk'.
On Saturday, we went for a walk around the centre of Cambridge, which was very pretty. It was quite a hot day too! I'd love to get into Cambridge University, but it's looking unlikely. I doubt that I'm good enough to get in. Straight A*s don't even guarantee you a place. Besides, it's very expensive to go there. So, I think I'll stick with Bristol University. Anyway, after our long walk around Cambridge, we packed all the stuff in the car and left Auntie Suzie's house, and went to my Uncle John's house in Hertfordshire/Essex. We didn't sleep in the tent that night, so it was definitely good to finally be sleeping in a proper bed.
On Sunday I was taken to a car boot sale with John and Elaine, and managed to pick up a couple of videos and books quite cheaply. Pulp Fiction for 20p! I'm just wondering what the catch is.
After the car boot sale, we went for a drink with some old friends of my parents - Penny and Vernon. Apparently, the last time I saw them was when I was 2 or 3. So, we all caught up, and then Mum, Dad, John and Elaine went back to the house for a barbeque. Elaine's son Adrian and his fiance Ronata joined us. The barbeque started off pretty well, but we started getting invaded by wasps, which was a little unnerving. They got everywhere. I accidentally punched one - I'm surprised my hand wasn't stung. Other than that, it was fun - the food was very tasty. I think that was the only barbeque I've had this year and it's August! Shameful! So, after the barbeque, all the old gits (Uncle and Dad) went to sleep for a bit. After dad had rested, we all got our stuff together, said our goodbyes and went home. I think the journey lasted about 3 hours, which is pretty quick, considering that it took about 5 hours to get up there.

When we got home, the first thing we did was check on the cat. What we saw was pretty alarming - our already skinny cat had gone from thin to skeletal. Lizzy was in tears. I think the whole family have agreed that she's on her last legs now, which is pretty sad, cause I'm quite close to her (the cat, not Lizzy).

On a lighter note - I have photos! Ahhh! Holiday pictures! :-)


Enjoy!

New microphone!

And a recording of me playing the guitar rally badly for you!
Here ya go!

Roxanne - Sting

Brutal murder of a very good song - sorry! Oh, and sorry, but it's huge, cause it's a wav. I don't have an mp3 encoder as of yet.

Party tomorrow...

and my sister's birthday! So, I'm going to give my sister he present, then go to my friend's party and get really drunk. It's going to be fuuuuuun!
Also, I got a new microphone today... and so far it doesn't work on my msn client. (For those of you that didn't know - I don't use msn, because I don't use Windows).
I'm off to test this thing on the inferior OS. *shudders*

addio!

Pictures...

OK, so they're crappy webcam pictures. I'll add some more to this post later, and they'll be better, I promise.
So, here is the shirt:

That's me wearing the shirt.


Thats a better view of what it says!

Tshirt hell - Tshirt here!

A couple of blogs ago, I mentioned that I was putting in an order for the 'You can't have Manslaughter without Laughter' Shirt. Well, it arrived this morning! The priniting on the front is HUUUUUGE!
The reciept was also rather funny:

HERE'S YOUR FUCKING RECIEPT

[insert reciept details here]

T-SHIRT HELL RETURN INSTRUCTIONS
JUST REMEMBER... ANYONE WHO RETURNS A SHIRT, WILL BE KILLED IMMEDIATELY.

[etc]

Wonderful!
I'll post pictures later.

So it's come to this!

The government are now murdering innocent people in order to scare the general public into giving up their freedom! Sickening

The fact that the policeman shot him 5 times was pretty bad - you don't even need to shoot someone that many times to kill them - but the fact he wasn't carrying a bomb, or even being a menace to society in any way shape or form horrifies me.

Of course, now the government are going to be enforcing ID cards even more than ever now. 2 seperate bombing incidents and a shooting. All in London. I can just see Bliar saying - "It wouldn't have happened if he had had and ID card with him". It's only a matter of time. I need not explain why ID cards are a bad idea, because my good friend Paul has done it for me (Thanks Paul!). Reasons why ID cards won't work.

Oh, and another thing! Yet again, when there is a bombing in another country, the media decide that we only need to know about how many brits died. No regard for anyone else. I think this quote from Scary Movie 3 (childish, I know) sums it up nicely. "Another little white girl done fell down a well. Fifty black people get their ass beaten by police today, but the whole world gotta stop for one little whitey down a hole.

I have new hair!!

Oh, and the shirt's new too :P. Check it out:







Click for Bigger.

Ok, so I look dreadful, but I don't care, so why should you?
For those of you who don't know how long my hair used to be, here is a photo that should give you some idea:

I have to admit, my hair this morning was a little longer than in that photo, because that was taken something like a year ago. Those of you that know me will know how long it was.

:D

BAAAANG!

Well, as you may have heard - London got bombed :(. I blame the french! They were so obviously jealous that we got the olympics. Nah, not really, but somehow I doubt it was Al Quaeda. All this bullshit about Osama bin Laden having it in for the Brits. I don't really think Al Quaeda would give a toss about England. Conveniently enough, it 'forced' Blair to call off the G8 meeting. I'd love to see the look on Geldoff's face.
It's all far too suspicious, and I don't like it.

I'd also like to say RIP to all those who were killed in this awful incident. My sympathies are with the families of those who died.

1 down, 2 to go!

I have just gotten a third of all my overdue coursework off my shoulders. Thank god for these 'catch up days'. I haven't been on a proper timetable since last Friday. Looks like it's back to normal tomorrow, which reminds me that I better be getting on with my 2 science projects. Well, I'll be all sorted out soon. Of course, I have one more piece of coursework on top of that, which I recieved on monday. Oh Well! ;-)

I think I caught a cold yesterday. Then lost all my sports kit. Oops! My sport kit contained - my favorite trainers, one of my favorite shirts and my only tracksuit bottoms. Oh, and £2.50. So, now I will have to go to the lost and found place at stagecoach. Still, I'm getting some more shirts soon anyway.
You can't have Manslaughter without Laughter
I was considering Baaaa means Noooo, but this one is too good to miss out on!

Ah, Now I remember why I dislike school so much...

The people are so boring. It was so odd going back to school from 2 weeks at work experience, because as soon as I walked towards the school I knew I was going to be subjected to the same old mundane chat about boys, horses etc. Don't get me wrong, there are some lovely people there, and they have treated me well, but I feel less and less like I belong there. I mean, this didn't all start because of work experience. The feeling has been looming for quite some time, but I just put it to one side.
Not important, didn't care.
But now it is, and things are really starting to hit me. Like the coursework. I think I only completed one out of several pieces this year, and now I am about to pay for it - big time. Starting tommorow. There are going to be 'catch up' sessions for coursework. I never saw why coursework is so important in the first place. I think GCSEs should be about learning all you can in the 2 years, then taking an exam to show what you can remember. It's rediculous. We should have at least been given the choice between mainly coursework GCSE courses and mainly exam. I know which one I would have gone for. I tend to perform much better in exams than sitting at home doing mundane essasys about things I couldn't care less about.

Still, parent's evening on Wednesday. They'll find out about the coursework soon enough. And then there will be an argument. Not too good. In fact, that was an understatement. I may not be allowed to use the net (Although, the last time dad said that, I just plugged the network cable back in...). I'm sure it will be more serious this time though. I mean, god forbid I fail his GCSEs! All I need are 5 Cs and above and I will get into 6th form. Then I can take my A Levels and do well in those. If I get all As in the A levels I might get into Bristol or Edinburgh University. Or even Cambridge if it gets a bit chilly in hell. Why did I even waste half of my GCSEs anyway. Why did I choose such rubbish subjects. Bloody IT teacher decided I might like to take the IT GCSE course and I stupidly agreed. I didn't even know what the syllabus was. They are teaching me the dullest stuff in the world, with the most boring teacher. Why! Why? And I'm also beginning to think that I shouldn't have taken sociology. My choice entirely. My fault. I can't blame anyone. Dad didn't agree, and I didn't listen, because I'm an idiot. I should have taken music and prehaps german. I should have done what dad said. Why is my dad always right? Can't I make the right decision for once?

And I have just realised how much I am Whining! I hate Whining! Is there any point to it. I suppose no one is reading this blog, so I can whinge all I want! Blah Blah, Whinge Whinge, School Sucks etc. Now, actually, that wasn't quite as satisfying as the big rant, but I do wish I could inject more humor into it. Where is the fun in a rant if it isn't slightly funny!

I ought to go, because I do actually plan on being on time for school tomorrow. I may find it dull as dishwater, but punctuality is high on my list of priorities and If I can't keep good time, then thats another thing to panic about.

Peace \m/

Vicky

Odd day...

Well, I started off the day going on a little bit of a low note, because we (parents) decided not to go to Blues on the Farm. Fair enough; it's £100, but it only happens once a year, and there are so many people there that I enjoy talking to. Well, you know what they say - when one door closes, another one opens (and promptly slams in your face! But I digress...).

So, Dad went to play an unplugged session at the local pub (how dull does that sound!) with Tony and the lead guitarist from Family Charlie "double-neck" Whitney. Of course, I cannot stay in one place for a long time, so cue me wondering off at any given opportunity. Also, with them playing blues songs, and me feeling pretty down about leaving work experience, I couldn't really sit there much. So I threw in the towel and announced that I was going to cycle home.

Now, this is where that door opened - I, whilst I was cycling home, saw some friends I had met at New year's eve. So I stopped to catch up with them for a while. They invited me in, and we had dinner and a great laugh, but I lost track of time. I phoned up home - oops! It appears it is 4 hours after I left the pub, and mum and dad are in a panic. Bugger. So, I cycle home to a massive bollocking from dad, and he disconnects my internet! Cue much panicing. Still, I have a guitar and some mp3s, so that kept me busy. After supper I connected my computer's cable to the router and dad still doesn't know it. I wonder how happy he will be when he figures that out...

*sighs* School tommorow. I don't want to go back. I prefer work. That was a much nicer environment and there were more intelligent people. I mean, we had an in-depth discussion about quantum physics! Beat that.
So... back to failing my GCSE's and being refused entry to sixth form, which is looking likely at the moment. Oh well, looks like I'm just going to have to work harder...

Yours uneasily,

Vicky

Just getting started...

Hello! I'm Vicky, and I am trying to get into blogging. (I used to have a blog, but couldn't be arsed with it).

Let's start off with a few things about me -

I'm currently 15 years old

I am doing awfully in my GCSEs at the moment

I like web design, and have a website, but I haven't done much in quite some time

I am a big fan of martial arts, but I am always in and out of different clubs

I love science, but (as with all my subjects) I can only do well if I have a good teacher. Unfortunately, my science teacher is rubbish.

I like the paranormal to a certain degree

I'm very sprirtual, but I am still learning about all the different philosophies and will not confine my thinking to just one at the moment.

I love playing the guitar, and I do not like much of today's music (Rap, R&B, dance, emo, gothic etc... I hate it)

I am a linux enthusiast

I despise Microsoft, particularly Windows

I think thats enough about me for now.

On to the interesting stuff - What I did today!
Well, maybe not that interesting, but my Dad did play his first gig since he got out of hospital. (2 weeks ago) Basically, he had a heart attack 4 weeks ago and was a little worried that the adrenaline rush of playing on stage would be too much for him. Luckily, It wasn't, and he played amazingly. It's a shame his band split up, I would quite like to see them play together again. Still, He and Tony play more than well enough to make up for it.

Sooo, tomorrow may or may not be Blues on the Farm for our family. Rather annoyingly, we are a little short of money until we get our lottery winnings, or I get a well paid job (whichever happens first), so we will just have to see how much money we can scrape together. I really hope we go, because I love blues on the farm, and it only happens 1 week a year.

You know, It's really very late. I ought to get to sleep earlier. I had no problem waking up early during work experience. 6:00 AM, on the dot. Now I am waking up at 1:30 in the afternoon again, and it is no wonder, considering wh