Let the Summer commence!

I hereby declare that this Summer is open, in some ways it is set to be the most monumental Summer of our decade. This got me thinking, as we enter Summer it's almost daunting what might happen. I cannot wait to go on holiday and (dare I say it) have some sun, it's started now and all I can think of is the end and the bad points such as my looming exam results. I suppose instead of booking myself up to the hilt everyday I should take each day at a time, and that's what I'll do. On the plus side since I have this new found freedom I shall be posting far more frequently, but today as it's 80 degrees in sunny Lymington, don't listen to me rabbiting on, go enjoy the sun!
Don't laugh this is my life...

I passed!

Yes as the title suggests I passed my driving test two weeks ago, I confess it was my second attempt but I was reassured it would make me a better. Admittedly it was my Mum and she continues to say that someday I will be famous, she also thinks that I've taken O-levels so I doubt her views have a validation! The forces of the Universe-if they exist, were really against me.

• The reason I failed the first time was because there was a third fat man in the back of the car, he wasn't a free loader, but simply assessing my examiner. That man was my examiner this time, I couldn't keep a straight face throughout my test because I was overcome with a burning desire to ask how his cough was, as he annoyed me in the back. (starting to sound like F1 with all these excuses now!)
• When reaching for the lever to open the boot I reckon I may have flashed him. the reason being that I was in some other realm while I took my test and I obviously didn't think to walk round to the other side, no. I reached over from the driver side and begged him not to fail me when I couldn't open the bonnet! 

All this was done in vain as I have adhered to the teenage stereotype and within one month of passing test, before my full license had even arrived, I reversed into a lamp post and bent the lining of my boot. All that for nothing and now I'm carless for three days. 

Don't laugh, this is my life....

Everything must go.

While on a girly sleepover at my sisters house last night she rented a film for us to watch. I don't know if anyone has heard of it, I certainly haven't but it's called, Everything Must Go. It stars Will Ferrell (the bloke off Elf) who has a very unfortunate turn of events, he ends up living on his front lawn all alone. The film is based on the short story by Raymond Carver, it's not 'Hollywoody' nor is it action packed. It simply tells the story of an alcoholic who defies the social norm by happily living on his front lawn. My sister was told it was a funny chick flick but it turned out not to matter that we weren't laughing at the cliche jokes, its purely acting at it's best. I recommend it to anyone in need of a bit of a pick up! I neither laughed nor did I cried at the indifference of the genre. It suited my indifferent mood at the moment, go watch it!
It's great to be alive at the moment, the sun is shining here in Portmore and nothing is going to bring my 'self obsessed' self down, it's got to be like that if anyone my age is to survive the next few months of the dreaded exam but whoever said that everything looks better when the sun is out, is correct. Notice the higher frequency of posts, I just get so distracted away from my coursework to a stupid extent!
Inspired by this brief ray of sun, I've also taken it as the arrival of Spring, which means my annual Spring tidy up! The 'keep' pile is considerably bigger than the 'chuck' pile, darn my hoarding menaces, but we all have to cling on to something I suppose, myself included sadly.
Don't laugh this is my life...

A capital idea?

Dear readers. 

This week I went on a 'fieldtrip' with Geography, I use the term of fieldtrip loosely in this sense because we spent a predominant amount of time doing simple the best activity for the female of the species to do, without sounding too stereotypical, it's shopping. We went to the Westfield in Stratford City, you know the place, it was shit, but now they've given it a lick of paint and built some stadium there and now its the focal point of the the Worlds media for the next six months. Seeing the Olympic stadium was no doubt impressive and captivating, a once in a lifetime opportunity some may say.

The stadium in all it's glory, so that's where all our taxes went!

My problem is not with the stadium however, it's with the 'icing on the cake' the 'pierce de resistance' that London has up it's sleeve, the ArcelorMittal Orbit is 115 metres high and was chosen by the Olymipic committee to be a long standing facility once the games has left London, this circular frame on the top (as the names suggests) orbits in a circle to see the whole of London and beyond. It was designed by Anish Kapoor and chosen because it will reinvent the London skyline and the area. If my opinion was asked, I would say that in a scuppered attempted to 'out do' Beijing in 2008, Boris Johnson was given a red crayon in his padded cell and let loose with a piece of sugar paper. To continue the 'Green Games' idea the structure is made completely out of old gas pipes, that's encouraging to know when going up on top then! No doubt that it will stay true to it's gas pipe routes and close down all roads for a number of day while no workmen do anything to it underground should it ever go wrong. Don't laugh this is my life...

After drawing this Boris really needed nap time.

An apology is in order

Dear whoever is left

So I haven't been the best in my efforts to talk to you recently but I have good reason for this foolish rut I have slipped into so sorry, but in every waking hour of my existence I've literally been non stop. I've recently finished a production of Pygmalion (My Fair Lady) in which I played the over-the-top let down of the family, Clara Eynsford Hill, I could do so much with her because she longed to have the 'small talk' of Eliza but was surrounded by the social elite, she and her family were social climbers, it was a great production and everyone I spoke to loved it, how kind of them to amuse me like that!

Here I am strutting my stuff onstage-

I loved that hat. Hollie was an amazing Eliza!

After some normality had been restored during the late nights and rushed scene changes, I rediscovered some normality into my life and was happily working one day in the shop when two ladies walked in and RECOGNISED ME! I know it was on the smallest scale possible but I was so happy and grateful that they came out with the highest of praise that I turned bright red, yes I caught sight of myself in the mirrors at work, I looked like a burst tomato. If anyone has every had this feeling it's infectious and exhilarating, not from an egoistic point of view but just to be given recognition, I suffer from a distinct lack of confidence in literally everything I do, even now I still cannot listen to my radio show through fears of hating the sound of my own voice. I don't think they quite knew how happy it made me, well, they must have done because not only did i resemble a burnt pepper, I also lost the ability to speak; the second time in my whole like that has happened ( the first was when I was handed my signed copy of Take Thats' album, scroll down for that fun chapter!) I spent the whole day as chuffed as anything. If my dreams do come true and this takes off for me, I really need to handle social situations much better, countless times I have embarrassed myself with inappropriate jokes and musings, it has to stop if I'm going to be a 'Layde' to quote Eliza Dolittle.