NEWCASTLE - 1
GET IT UP YIS. WE FUCKING RULE.
- vonny
Sunday, 9 November 2008
SHERIDANS PLANS
Right i have been on the buses quite a bit this week: school, Ashton and town. (I like to think of buses as a piece of transport that lets you have time to sit and think about everything whilst on the move.)
So all last week i decided to start thinking about the two months ahead of me, how it can all turn bad depending on what miss griffin says and the build up towards crimbo. Every year i leave Christmas shopping to the last min, (literally!) and this year will be no different even though i would like it to be. I was hoping that this time next month i would be well into working in a little shop of some sort, have some money and have a bank account with a card so i can buy a few of The Answering Machine songs on itunes but i have had no luck on the subject.
Okay so here's my thoughts whilst have been on the bus:
who needs a Christmas present?
how much should i spend on them?
how will i get the money for any presents family and friends; dad?
what should i get them?
if it needs to be posted when does it need to be posted by?
when have i got time to go Christmas shopping really?
whens the enemys new album out, what if its not out in time for crimbo, will my dad like the new kings of leon album, has he got it without me knowing (if so he is a gimp)?
how will i have a good Christmas if i have to spend it sewing like i work in a sweat shop?
when will i have time to revise for my gcses and mocks if i have to do my frickin sewing crap?
will my grandma do my tech for me?
and finally....
why has my name suddenly appeared on the cooking Christmas dinner list, which i never knew existed?
anyway today i have to do some filming in tescooooooooo for our media project great!
My new uncle was saying he got kicked out of tesco just for walking around filming his mate shopping, so what are they going to do to use when they see us walking down isles talking about anorexia and diet pills.
much love
sheridan
x
So all last week i decided to start thinking about the two months ahead of me, how it can all turn bad depending on what miss griffin says and the build up towards crimbo. Every year i leave Christmas shopping to the last min, (literally!) and this year will be no different even though i would like it to be. I was hoping that this time next month i would be well into working in a little shop of some sort, have some money and have a bank account with a card so i can buy a few of The Answering Machine songs on itunes but i have had no luck on the subject.
Okay so here's my thoughts whilst have been on the bus:
who needs a Christmas present?
how much should i spend on them?
how will i get the money for any presents family and friends; dad?
what should i get them?
if it needs to be posted when does it need to be posted by?
when have i got time to go Christmas shopping really?
whens the enemys new album out, what if its not out in time for crimbo, will my dad like the new kings of leon album, has he got it without me knowing (if so he is a gimp)?
how will i have a good Christmas if i have to spend it sewing like i work in a sweat shop?
when will i have time to revise for my gcses and mocks if i have to do my frickin sewing crap?
will my grandma do my tech for me?
and finally....
why has my name suddenly appeared on the cooking Christmas dinner list, which i never knew existed?
anyway today i have to do some filming in tescooooooooo for our media project great!
My new uncle was saying he got kicked out of tesco just for walking around filming his mate shopping, so what are they going to do to use when they see us walking down isles talking about anorexia and diet pills.
much love
sheridan
x
Thursday, 6 November 2008
This shit is bananas.
So I don't think I've blogged for a while. I'm going to do this in handy bullet point form because I'm too lazy to type anything.
- Firstly and most importantly: WELL DONE AMERICA. Finally, we get that idiot out of the White House! As my friend Nigel said "from Kunta Kinte to Barack Obama. Who would have thought it".
- I've gotten really into football recently, I think it's my father's influence. He drew me out diagrams of the pitch and explained everything so now I can watch it AND understand it which equals maximum enjoyment. I can see why people love it.
- My new favourite film is Les Chansons d'amour. WATCH IT. It's fucking amazing and really quite beautiful (and that's just the lead actor).
- Philosophy is becoming more interesting...and more difficult. Currently we're studying Epistemology ('how can we ever really know anything?') and Descartes. Also Utilitarianism, Kantianism and Artistotle's Virtue Ethics. It's so interesting and although it's hard (and sometiems slightly boring) I'm really starting to get it.
- I started Social Dancing at school today. Callum was my partner and there were about 100 of us in the games hall. At the very end of the class big Donaldson (a PE teacher) pointed at the two of us and made us dance right in the MIDDLE of the hall. In front of EVERYONE. Never been so embarrassed/laughed so much in my life.
That's me finished, see ya later, ciao bella!
- Vonny x
EDIT: Oh my god! Everyone needs to listen to the Foals cover of Hollaback Girl. I have had it on repeat. It's amazzzzzing.
younger boys older girls
Two of my friends told me they didn't like Nelson Mandela today (not a race thing!). This is like blaspheme to me as my mother found out she was pregnant with me before my parents went to one of his talks in April 1990. Factual.
read: A Valediction Forbidding Mourning.
look at: Chess pieces. They're awesome.
listen to: Choir of Young Believers. He's awesome.
dislike (cos hate's a strong word): soggy bread.
love: that first breath of cold air you get in the morning when you leave the house/flat.
read: A Valediction Forbidding Mourning.
look at: Chess pieces. They're awesome.
listen to: Choir of Young Believers. He's awesome.
dislike (cos hate's a strong word): soggy bread.
love: that first breath of cold air you get in the morning when you leave the house/flat.
xxx mary
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
help, i need somebody...
it's been a while since i've blogged. actually it's not been as long as it has for charlotte though. i'm so tireeeeed. i have a headache too, so i just had some chocolate but that didn't help and i've got loads of work to be doing but i've not even had chance yet. i need to sort some kind of time table out because i need to manage all my coursework, revision for re-sits, trying to get through each history lesson without breaking down and then just walking out because of how shitty it is, it's so boring...painting and selling jumpers and stuff for mine and charlottes clothing company thing, and i need to start revising for all my mocks which are in december, what a nice build up to christmas they give us! :( oh well. as my friend georgia would say, "Life's a bitch and then you die" Lovely.
but to end it on a sort of good note, i'm starting the whole 365 photo thing again, and i'm going to do it this time, Charlottes doing a 365 doodle-a-day too so we can keep each other going! I have an idea for my first one, but i think from after that i'll either be asking for words that i could do a photo relating too, OR i'll be putting my iTunes on shuffle and doing a photo related to the song name/any word in the song that comes up first...should be easier that way and a bit more exciting for me.
-victoria X
but to end it on a sort of good note, i'm starting the whole 365 photo thing again, and i'm going to do it this time, Charlottes doing a 365 doodle-a-day too so we can keep each other going! I have an idea for my first one, but i think from after that i'll either be asking for words that i could do a photo relating too, OR i'll be putting my iTunes on shuffle and doing a photo related to the song name/any word in the song that comes up first...should be easier that way and a bit more exciting for me.
-victoria X
Que the tumbleweed
Seems there has been a lack of posts on this here blog. I'm going to change that right now.
I'm sat here writing a completely boring essay on sculptures. So instead of boring you with sculpture details, I'll you about a really weird but short dream I had.
The whole dream was made up of a mix of black and green colours. There was a man standing at the edge of a deep pond like river which was completely black but moving rapidly. The sides of the river were covered in tall grass. All of a sudden you hear a splash and when you look the man has fallen into the river. Then all of a sudden he stands up out of the water which you now realise only comes upto his knees. But as he stands you see that he's covered in what I can only describe as fleas, all over his body. You can only see his eyes. Then out of nowhere these dragonfly like insects rise up out of the grass and fly towards him. At first you're completely shocked as you think they are attacking him as they swarm all over his body. As they fly away from his body you then see that they've eaten all of these black insect like creatures off him, and the man just stands there still, in the river, staring at his hands in what can only be described as amazement.
Then it ends.
Did I ever mention I have a really bad phobia of insects?
Love Charlotte
I'm sat here writing a completely boring essay on sculptures. So instead of boring you with sculpture details, I'll you about a really weird but short dream I had.
The whole dream was made up of a mix of black and green colours. There was a man standing at the edge of a deep pond like river which was completely black but moving rapidly. The sides of the river were covered in tall grass. All of a sudden you hear a splash and when you look the man has fallen into the river. Then all of a sudden he stands up out of the water which you now realise only comes upto his knees. But as he stands you see that he's covered in what I can only describe as fleas, all over his body. You can only see his eyes. Then out of nowhere these dragonfly like insects rise up out of the grass and fly towards him. At first you're completely shocked as you think they are attacking him as they swarm all over his body. As they fly away from his body you then see that they've eaten all of these black insect like creatures off him, and the man just stands there still, in the river, staring at his hands in what can only be described as amazement.
Then it ends.
Did I ever mention I have a really bad phobia of insects?
Love Charlotte
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