Creating a splash...

Wow, it's good to be back on the blogging front. I do apologise for not updating you in around a week, but I thought it would be a little tedious to write about every day in this half term individually, because you would eventually become bored and stop reading any of my future blogs.

So it's the last day of the half term and I am pleased with the amount of activity that I achieved within the measly seven days. I'll only give you an insight to the days in which something was actually achieved or a particular day in which I found interesting, this way I will hopefully have your full attention throughout the majority of this blog :)

So, on the first couple of days I didn't actually do very much, among other things I lazed around the house, sunbathed, revised (well I like to say I did) and had a few visitors round. But nothing really occurred until the Thursday that week. My friends and I went to Great stone beach which turned out to be a huge success. To begin with when I stumbled off the bus opposite the Jolly Fisherman at the time of 10 'o clock, no one was to be seen, so I started to have doubts in whether I should just hop back on the next bus and go back home immediately, but then again I contemplated the thought of being stuck indoors for another twenty-four hours by myself and started walking towards the beach. At that moment I saw my friend, Chris. He looked raring to go for the events ahead and so we headed up the sandy dunes and picked an appropriate space in which we would spend the next few hours. Once set up we started to build what Chris called a "sofa". To my surprise it actually turned out to be very "sofa-like" and we enjoyed sitting on it, along with new arrival Calfyn until the tide inevitably arrived and the walls of our furniture piece got washed away and settled itself into the depths of the ocean. In other news, at around 2 'o clock Will, Aiden, Aston, and Holly arrived. So there we were the famous seven sitting on the beach of Great stone, tanning, playing football, digging holes, and poking jellyfish - wonderful. So Thursdays events resulted in some good photo opportunities, some memorable memories and some degree of sunburn.

Following that busy day I yet again set off on the bus on the Friday, this time I was going to the sunny town of Folkestone, I met up with my friend, Matt and we headed for the beach, fully equipped with camera and volvic water with essence of Strawberry - very refreshing. I won't bore you with the details of every moment that happened but I will say that we had a marvelous time. The most inspiring thing that happened to me this half term would have occurred on the Friday. As we got to the top of the "Zig-Zag path" and onto the Leas, we were stopped by a man who had previously been reciting the bible out to the people who were going about their business on the Leas. He asked us various questions about Christianity and gave us some Cd's and leaflets about it. My friend Matt did not seem interested in the topic at all but me, I was pretty intrigued. He then asked if he could pray for us and so we obliged and before we knew it he was connecting with God with his hands on our shoulders asking if we could be looked after. Many of you may not believe in such things, but after that it got me thinking about it, but for now I'm still unconcerned by the beliefs of this society.

The Saturday did not amount to a great amount and it mainly involved me laying about the house, watching TV and trying my best to concentrate on a Mathematics paper for a few minutes. This examination I fear will not go very well, It's not that I don't know the stuff, it's just that I learnt how to do them a considerably long time ago and the information that I acciqured back then had now become a distant memory. My teacher told me that they would need to be "reawakened" but it doesn't seem to be working for me right now. Pass or fail, I won't be really concerned because I don't need Maths to pursue my career choice, the only benefit that it will have to be is to secure my place in sixth-form and be another grade I can place upon my CV.

You'll be happy to know that I am now going to talk to you about today's events and consequently finish this blog for the day. So I won't delay you. Today has been a beautiful day, the birds were out "chirping" as the sun rose slowly from the horizon. It's not like I was up at that time to marvel such an event, but it's imaginations way of picturing a beautiful scene. I woke up around 7 'o clock, and did my daily walk with the dogs. This was enjoyable until I got to the end of my road only to discover that I was still only wearing my pyjamas which were not exactly suitable for walking along a road in which cars would drive past frequently. But anyways, I was too tired to even attempt the drag myself back to my bedroom, so I continued along. I went indoors, got my breakfast... I'll skip a few hours here to avoid a rather boring paragraph. So at around 12 'o clock I decided to vacate my house and go to the river along side my house; not only did I manage to bring myself I also brought along with me some handy revision books loosely relating to the examination that I was going to take part in tomorrow. I clambered into my boat and laid down, the lapping of the water onto the wood was peaceful and some what relaxing. I pulled out my studying equipment and started to read a page titled "Completing the Square". It only felt like a second had passed when I opened by eyes but when I looked at my phone I came to the conclusion that I fallen asleep for around two and half hours - great. Due to the fatigue that I was experiencing I stumbled and fell around the boat leading to a grand splash, which signalled that I was now in the cold water and experiencing a refreshing event in which I was very unready for. So I managed to drag my soaking wet body up the bank of the river and retreated back to my house, only to be welcomed by the questioning shouts of my family as to why I was covered in water and various parts of weed. I let them work it out for themselves as I got into the shower.

I am now wrapped in a dressing gown aided with a hot chocolate writing this up. I may blog a little bit later, but I can't promise anything.

Take care...

Just a little can of purple silly string..

Hello bloggers, sorry about my lack of attention to this in the past few days, have been a tad busy 'n' all what with the exams and everything, but I am here now so make the most of it.

So, yesterday was my last ever day of year eleven, even though I going to be going back to the school on occasions to complete the rest of my exams, but for now I am a free independent woman. It feels great. But with the attention span of mine, you tend to get a little bored without the whole school stimulation, but I'm bound to find one way to entertain myself soon. Ah yes, the title of this blog - Most of you will be totally oblivious to it but heres a little insight to the creation of it. So what damage do you think a little can of purple silly string can do? Enough to cover you in the stuff, enough to give you some sort of disease due to the poisonios gases inside it... or do you think it's enough to make two best friends fall out over and not interact for the whole day. If you're thinking definetely the first two options, think again. I think it's slightly pathetic that such comotion is caused over a small prank gadget, and if my friends are reading this, you know how much you mean to eachother so stop the silence and fill it will fun and photos like you always have done.

Right, now that's out of the way I can tell you about my eventful and fun-filled day. You won't be suprised to find that nothing much happened in it. Study leave is not all that is it cracked up to be, but next week should be good because I have a few arrangements with people which should be quite interesting and enjoyable. I will be sure to let you all know how they go.

Well, my mind isn't focusing very much right now and I can't get into the right mindset to actually write the rest of this blog, so I shall return later equipped with jokes and anecdotes for you all to enjoy.

Keep on blogging England..

It's like watching paint dry... but worse.

Ah, what a beautiful day it was todal eh? The sun was shining up above us and there was hardly a breeze at all, most of the school were laughing and giggling outside making the most of the new summer weather, but where were year eleven? Stuck in an exam hall completing probably one of the most tedious and boring subjects I've ever taken part in. I know in my previous blog I mentioned that Business Studies was dreadful, but Citizenship takes it to a whole new level. The title of this blog refers to the substantial wait that occurs after you have finished your exam, I think you know what I'm talking about. You can't talk, you can't even look around in fear an invigilator will accuse you of cheating, even though you finished your exam roughly twenty minutes ago *sigh*. So yeah, if you have been in that position you know how I'm feeling. But to be fair I think I did pretty well in it anyways, because it was mostly common sense any who.

The first part of this blog sounds pretty melodramatic and depressing but oddly enough I had a pretty good day. The weather enhanced the good mood, although it's a shame I didn't spend much of the school day outdoors, but never the less I enjoyed it. My best friend and I decided to take some extra special snaps around the school which turned out to be really lovely and have now published them onto Facebook, so check them out if you want too. One of the photos involved us clambering on top of the lockers, and being the crazy people we are, we obliged and managed to be faced with the top of the dusty old lockers of our form room. It was all going fine until I lent on one with my elbow and it broke, not only that, when I panicked and move away the one that I was sitting on top of also dented, what a disaster. When I had finally got both feet on solid ground again we investigated the damage that I had caused, two big dents on top of the lockers, now that's what I call leaving my mark :)

I could tell you weren't actually going to spend your precious time flicking through my facebook to find the photos so I have treated you to a little something above. That's me on the left and my best friend on the right..you may be thinking we look darn silly, but to be truthful I was having a wail of a time and couldn't care less what you are thinking.

Ah, the biology exam. Now I could say that I probably did terribly and act a little modest for a few moments, but in truth I think I did pretty well. I could have done with a little bit more revision but overall I think I did well and I'm hoping to at least pass it. So now I only have eight more exams left to do, and for this I'm pretty ecstatic. The only thing I was disappointed with was the sheer fact that I was seated in I8, this desk was not familiar to me and therefore I did not like it. It was cold and bare, unlike the comforting J3 that I have seated three previous exams in. But barring that it was a pretty good exam, as far as exams go.

Tomorrow is the last day of year eleven and in some ways I'm looking forward to it but in others I am not. I'm not sure how I am going to react to leaving everyone tomorrow, even though I am coming back for sixth form *fingers crossed*. I guess the only real shock for me will be that I am actually growing up and going into the real world now, not some fairytale dream that I was hoping for around the age of five. The worst part is I know when I go back in September, I am actually going to have to willingly participate in education, oh joy.

Despite my love of joining the blogging community I'm not feeling to bloggy tonight, so I will end today's blog here.

Keep the peace...

Desk J3 is now becoming my friend...

Time for another blog...
A lot of people seem to be joining this new epidemic now which makes me feel more confident as I know that a certain degree of the blogger community is actually reading this and I am not just continuously writing essays of my life with no purpose whatsoever.

To be honest with you my fellow bloggers I have not had the best of days but I won't linger on that point for much longer. A few negative points in the past twenty four hours has got me thinking a lot about my life and what I am actually doing in it. For those of you who are close to me you will know why I have been in this sollum mood for the best part of four hours. On lookers and strangers will not, and for that you are probably lucky. I mean, If I was a nice person I would say to this certain pair that I wish them the best of luck, but that would involve me lying through my teeth, so if that makes me a bad person, so be it. The mishaps in my life add up to a grand total but I'm happy to announce to you that there are also many good events in my life which counteract the bad. My friends have been life savers these past few months for this I am grateful. So anyways I doubt very much you came on here to listen to me waffle on about my dramatised life. You would like to know what happened in my eventful day no doubt? Well here goes nothing. Make yourself comfy this may be a long one.....

So I woke to the newly acquired cockerels that my dad was determined to have. I had yet again had a restless night both coping with my little sister and helping my friends last minute attempt at English revision. So when I got to sleep at around 1am this morning I was not surprised to find myself literally dragging myself out of the bed and into those school clothes of mine. Poems in hand I made my way to the dining table to fill my face with cereal and..... You're probably by now as asleep as I was this morning right now so lets skip a few hours shall we...

Legs quivering and my lip hurting from the constant pressure of my teeth pounding on to it in an attempt to avoid the stress and worry that I was feeling. I was outside the English Literature examination. Once I sat down in my well known desk J3 the panic left me and I was able to complete my paper with ease and I came out quite happy knowing that I had tried my very hardest. Only two more English exams to go! A* here I come... but don't quote me on that because I know when I read those all important grades it will say anything but an A* but theres wishful thinking for you. Overall I'm pretty happy with the GCSE papers that I have taken part in so far and fingers crossed I have not yet come acorss a FAIL. Only ten more exams to go then I get to kick out and relax for summer, which has been the only thing keeping me going since the start of these exams... Can't wait...

It was the last of my Business Studies lessons today and I'm pretty relieved for it to be over. I only took the subject due to a mishap of words that the woman at options evening happen to say. Along with this I thought it would be interesting and an intellectual topic - Boy, was I wrong. It's not that it's a severly bad subject either, I'm probably being so negative about it because let's be honest, I'm hopeless. Anything the teacher says seems to go in one ear and then within seconds right back out the other, not what I call productive learning. So I'm pretty much dreading this exam next month. But anyways, where was I? Oh yes, our last Business Studies lesson. Well it was full of fun and exciting things for once in the whole two years that I have been present in that class. A couple of friends and myself thought it would be fun to go onto the balcony outside the classroom and take a few shots of ourselves as a group, and along with this we took full advantage of the beautiful weather that the South East was experiencing today. For once the weather lady got it right, well done you! So anywho... we took a few snapshots and then we saw a perfect photo opportunity on the roof, not thinking it through and acting on impulse we decided to try and climb, oh how regretable that was. It concluded in us running from a ICT technician who happened to be in one of the class rooms by the roof and also an injury on my wrist which I had experienced from falling awkardely off the roof, how thrilling.

I know I said at the beginning of this blog that my day was far from perfect but after consolidating my thoughts and feelings over today's events I believe that it was a pretty productive and fun day.

Well that's all from me today...

I don't know what you guys are reading this for anyways, you should be revising!

2x+3y+3xy = who cares.

So from the title of this blog you can understand my current response to the Non-Calculator Mathematics test that I underwent earlier this afternoon. Now I'm probably being melodramatic but some of the questions were a nightmare. There is probably no other word I could describe it without making this unsuitable for children to read. You can tell when you're going to get a bad grade when you get stuck on the sixth question, but don't fear after following the instructions on the front of the booklet (If you cannot answer a question move on to the next one, then when you finish go back to the questions that you found difficult) I finally conquered it. I was sitting behind a girl with very distracting hair, it kept flailing onto my desk and not to mention she knocked my tracing paper clean off the table, with her hair! I hate to think what she can do with her hands. So there I was, sitting the 13th seat back, third row from the right, destined to fail this mathematics paper, with black pen in hand I steadily made my way through the exam and finished in around an hour and ten minutes, which gave me time to check back through and pick up any "silly" mistakes that I may have encountered. After I had finish I went to collect my bag and then was greeted by my best friend beaming away by the fact that she took her exam last year, lucky her eh? ..So the school day was pretty average to be truthful with you, nothing spectacular happened but there was nil upset too, so it was all peachy.

I got home only to be greeted by the welcoming screams and shouts from my younger siblings, splendid. I chucked my bag on my bed and rushed to say hello to my wonderful Wii Fit trainer, you'll be happy to know that I have now named him Greg Turner. He's a jolly young man. But... Greg was not there today, I was furious with the fact that he was off sick and I had a stand in woman. She was pretty rubbish and to say the very least not up to my standards, Although you'll also be happy to know that I have lost another Ilb on the game. Now I only have eleven more pounds to go, lucky me. All that jogging around computerised grass and sand has finally paid off, phew!

Tomorrow is the day of the English Literature exam, and although it seems my strongest subject, I've never been so nervous. It may be the sheer horror that if I do not get a B or higher in this exam I will possibly have to face the punishment of being stabbed at the Marsh Academy. Maybe picking journalism for my future career was not one of my best decisions yet. Maybe I should have stayed with the idea of becoming an astronaut but then again after the consequences of Lydd Club Day's abominable rides I'm now thinking I made the right decision. So anyway, went off track maybe slightly there. Well to anyone who is reading this that will be taking the English Literature exam tomorrow I wish you the best of luck, you're all successful writers at heart, you just have to let that talent be let free.

All my love
Miaa x

All bunched together in one weekend...

When I first started to type this out, my intial ideas were smashed due to a very bad short term memory of mine. So bare with me as I spill my thoughts and feelings out onto this page, they probably won't be orderly or very punctual.

Thanks to a certain little sister of mine I have not had a lot of sleep lately and therefore did not feel up to writing a blog last night, sorry everyone. But here I am to give you a two day special this time. Excited? You should be. So, where was I. Oh the beginning. Okay, well here's a quick snippet of what I have done over the course of this weekend.
Saturday 16th May - Canterbury with Jack Bloomfield
Sunday 17th May - Stayed at home and family visited.

Now you know the facts, here come some of the details...
I woke up on Saturday to find that it was a pretty dull and dreary day to say the very least but yet I still dragged myself out of bed and kept myself awake long enough to pick out an outfit to walk the dogs in. They aren't the brightest of creatures, at least my ones aren't. So I went on the long stretch of road only to be greeted by some torrential down pore of rain, fabulous. I ran home and jumped into the shower, which seemed pretty pointless as I was already drenched. I managed to dry myself quickly and hop on the nearest bus to Folkestone. The 101, which has recently taken over the 711's route. It will never quite be the same, and the first time I rode them, they dissapointed me by breaking down. And yet again today as you will find out they have not done themselves any favours. It was between Hythe and Folkestone when suddenly smoke started to seep up the stairs of the bus, this was not normal. The driver then beckoned us off the bus and onto the pavement, great - I was already late and now my bus has caught on fire, perfect. To my amazement the next bus arrived shortly and within an hour I was in the town of Canterbury. It's shocking that even in a place that I have been dozens of times, I still find a way to get myself lost. Jack had given me a call telling me he was at Canterbury West, The train station. I was at the bus station - good move Mia. So you'd think it would be pretty easy to find a way to eachother from there wouldn't you? Wrong. After about 15minutes of my phone contract down the drain we had come to the conclusion to meet at Mcdonalds and by then I had worked up an appitite, and so, we ate. I won't bore you with the details of the day but a few pointers for you - don't walk upto foreign people and ask for a hug, yes they give it to you, but I'm not sure they quite comprehend what you are saying and just give you a hug to show empathy towards you. Overall it was a great day, despite someone throwing my son in the recycling bin - long story. Thank you for an interesting day Jack :)

I was going to write about Sunday, but seeing as it is around 15:31pm, the party has only just began and therefore I cannot tell you about today's events, you will have to be patient and wait for this evening won't you?

Until this evening darlings....

You are here...

We have been having a sleep strike in my house. Little Izzy has decided the only way she will sleep is if all attention is set upon her and mother is in the room. She is very specific as she likes to get her own way and has already crowned herself queen of the household in the matter of three weeks. My mother must give her her baby pink bunny rabbit and rattle and if she fails to disobey in any way we are rewarded with up to 2 hours of screaming, wonderful. The type of screaming it is impossible to ignore, watch tv through or have any type of conversation that does not involve saying "Huh? What?" a couple of hundred times. So after several days of enduring the screaming with no end in sight I enrolled the help of the amazing yet genius dummy. I think it sprinkled some fairy dust and cast a magic spell because after placing in the dummy poof she was asleep. That dummy was blessed with magial sleeping powers, it's a gold mine.

So the lack of sleep has not been a brilliant front to be perfectly honest, especially with GCSES right on the doorstep now. Have now finished with Religious Education and also Physical Education, both of which seemed like a walk in the park, but knowing me I'll go to retrieve my results and end up being that girl with the results reading FUDGE. This weekend is going to be pretty full up with English Literature revision, 'coz I realised today that If I fail to achieve a B in English Language/Literature I will have to end up attending the Marsh Academy for sixth form, oh joy. What's more I also have masses of revision to do for History as I have not yet gone back over my notes from last year.

Friendships are not one of my strong points during this period of my life. Falling in and out of them twenty-four seven it seems. I knew that throughout this month many people will become less and less frequent in my life, due to the strain that is being put on me during these examinations. But the thing is, it's already happening. Friends I use to see every weekend are now just a distant memory in the back of my mind, and rarely come to see me - even when they are within twenty metres of the place that I am standing. *sigh*

On a happy note, I recently discovered that I have lost one pound on the Wii fitt since I have started using it, which was around two days okay. My virtual trainer has been getting on at me for the last fourty eight hours, saying I have been slacking and potentially have been having midnight snacks which I have been guilty of, but he's an animated figure how is he meant to know what I get upto in my spare time. So finally I have proven his little pixelated head wrong, haven't I? Futhermore I have approximately twenty seven days to loose upto a stone of weight, but with my excellent Hula Hoopin' skills, I doubt this is going to be much of a physical challenge.

So I suggest you wish me luck happy bloggers...

So this is the website everyone seems to be falling head over heels for, well, at least all their MSN personal messages seem to be suggesting so.
I didn't actually know what to call this blog, and to be perfectly honest with you I still don't, right now my mind is constantly circling with thoughts, many of which do not make sense in my own mind, let alone yours. So I won't bore you with the details, however I won't let you go away empty handed, seeing as this will be a little insight to my life.
I am sure you will all share the experience of waiting till midnight for that special 0:00 to appear in the right hand side of your computer screen to finally declare that you are one whole digit older than what you were around 5 seconds ago, am I right? So being like the majority of us, I wait until that sacred hour with some of my most beloved friends and wait until that minute hand finally reaches the top of the clock. So yeah if you hasn't have already guessed yesterday I finally turned the "big" sixteen, which in my mind does not really amount to anything at all, sure you are now legal to have a sexual relationship with someone, and you are able to purchase a lottery ticket - but I'd rather not waste money on a piece of paper that is going to have no use in the future whatsoever. Reputation and the Media make out "sweet sixteen" as being so precious and such a big deal. But in reality most of us are not going to feel any different when those clocks strike midnight are they? Correct me if I'm wrong but I don't believe it's anything to start getting excited over. Don't get me wrong I had an tremendous day; I got everything I had wished for and also some quality time with friends in which I am grateful for. The ending was as nearly as dissapointing as the beginning, but I won't go into that for now.
It's strange how many people will enter your mind and leave again in your lifetime. Some will stay and always become a memory and others will fade into the deep corners of your head, but never quite forgotten. It's also perculiar that you get attached to the most unlikely of people. They leave imprints in your heart and inspire you to become who you actually want to be and not try and become the latest size 0 model that we see on our television screens. Today, I become touched by someone who I thought wouldn't be hard to let go off, but I guess I thought wrong. What they said today really made a difference to the aspects and ideas that I had already had in my head. I think differently now, and for the better. Hopefully you have someone like this, someone you can look up and think "I want to be like them" and if you don't then I'm sure there will be someone somewhere along this lifeline. Now that I have got thinking about it, the word "friend" is used too loosely in today's society. Someone who you have met for about five minutes, is not your friend, someone who you have maybe met once, is not your friend. A friend cares for you, takes the time to put themselves out and look after you, and above most, they make you smile. This may seem a melodramatic short essay, but a blog is a place where your thoughts and feelings should be displayed, and this is why I am here.

Until next time my loves
Mia Wheeler
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