Revising...

Maybe I have been revising too long, maybe I have been flicking through these pages too long, hoping something might just go in.Wishful thinking on my part there. I was sat at my desk, my imaginary chains forcing me to revise the quadratic formula when my Mum came into the room and asked where that screwdriver we had was, stupidly I ask why.
"Because I have a screw loose." She said in a casual way, with no knowledge of the other reference.
I've been revising far too long, I found this far too hilarious for too long.
I need to get out now.
Dont laugh, this is my life...

These people get serious

Thats right, what you are looking at right now, I made. I'd love to continue say that it was all by myself, but my sister could read this. We made it 'together', if together means being told where I could take my suggestions about how to stick the royal icing on or flintching everytime she pickes up the rolling pin. So this week was my nieces 4th birthday, a lovely family event for all. It seems it isn't the case in suburban Lymington. It's a competition of the toughest, an opportunity for the Mothers to show off their ploomage of cake decoration and daring stunts with the humble sausage roll. They take it very seriously if you hadn't noticed by this time. I helped out at this 'competition to see who can make the nicest looking cupcakes and birthday cake' with a few kids running around. Basically, the winner is declared when their cupcakes are eaten the quickest by a load of 3/4 year olds that just want to eat the bright coloured frosting as fast as they can, to then pretend that they haven't been given their first one. They then leave the table, high on thier latest sugar spree to run around the room until someone gets hurt and they all go home crying. Gotta love these childhood memories.
Dont laugh, this is my life....

Theres always next year..

So this week was Mothers Day, the one day of the year that I have to be 'nice' to my Mum, the one day of the year I have to be all soppy and call her Mummy a couple of times. This all sounds pretty straightforward I suppose, but combined with the sibling competition every year that occurs in my family, I'm sad to say that I think I lost yet AGAIN! I bought my Mum, the new R.E.M album, rubbish band, why some people think they can continue making music after being around for so long and still expect it to be 'cool' is just wrong in my opinion. I also stretched my culinary skills to the maximum when I made scrambled eggs. I must admit that it took the shine off it a bit when I had to use a knife to scrape it out of the pan and onto my Mums cold toast after the whole kerfuffle. We turn up a few hours later to my sisters house who has made a banquet. Miles of cakes, tea, sandwiches, and nibbles. I saw the look on my Mums face, I saw that she has chosen who would get the majority of the will, shame that, I need a new Ipod! As I sat opposite my sister, she smugly showed 1-0 with her hands, I could have quite easily thrown my 'queen of puddings' cake at her, followed by her pretentious 'cheese twists with a herb coating', makes me sick. As much as she continued to say that she loves afternoon tea, personally I think that nothing beats breakfast.
Dont laugh, this is my life...

You better not laugh!

For once, I'm being serious, no really I am! After recent developments in my life I have discovered the following. People that I once thought of as friends, people that I once thought of a colleagues turn thier back on you; except those outstanding individuals that see you for who you are and go out of their way to hold out their hand. This also tops off how little solidarity we have towards the rest of humanity, except there is something quite inhuman in the way that we treat eachother, it's practically primitive. We are all shoved onto this Earth whether we like it or not, the least we could all do is to get on with each other.

My apologies about that, it has been eating me inside for some days now, gasping for a release. This week I saw John Bishop at the BIC,after seeing him at the Apollo and various panal shows I knew what he was about, I am now a huge fan of hus. The man is hilarious, not only is his Liverpudlian accent a credit to his jokes, they somehow make it funny. I found myself laughing at the times he was complaining about marriage and the common adult and looking over at my sister to suggest that she is exactly what he is talking about. She hadn't had a day out since Christmas and rugulary makes attempts to murder her Husband. But my sister seeked revenge when he then had a stab at his teenage children, according to my sister I have a funny voice and my hair cut is odd. She found was laughing so hard she was rocking the whole row of seats at one point, our fellow audience gave us disapproving looks, I knew it wasn't going to be a smoothly executed night when I forgot the tickets and had to 'run' back to the car to get them, which was locked so I had to break into it.
Dont laugh, this is my life...

You're right, I am an idiot!

When I look back over my life, when I look back over this week even, I can name too many occasions I've made a fool of myself, I don't quite know why this is? But it always seems to be something people always remember when we reminisce about days gone by. It seems to start with, "Alice, I cannot believe you did that!" or "Who does that Alice?", me that's who! Today was a perfect example, we were studying Avatar in RS, trying to find the religious significance in blue guys running around an island with not many clothes, I couldn't see the significance in that myself personally, feel free to say though if you have. Instantly my friend piped up reminding me that when we went to see it at the cinema she remembers when I shot back in my seat, grasping both arm rests expecting something to leap out at me at any moment ( I hadn't seen a 3D film before) I soon realised it didn't and I enjoyed the film, not without stretching my head back in the jumpy bits still afraid it would jump out at me, she gave me disapproving looks.
We were also discussing our A-level choices, which led to someone else laughing that I didn't choose to do a tech for my GCSEs based on the fact I sanded a chunk of my thumb on the electric sander, determined to get a smooth jigsaw box in Woodwork. I splattered Lasagne sauce all up the blinds in Food Tech, its probably still there to be honest, it got covered. I broke a precision drill in Graphics, at the time I blamed someone else. I went a bit to far into it though saying that she broke it in a sabotage attempt in the dead of night while being lowered in on a wire, I never really know when to stop.
I guess that's the kind of person I am. I hope I grow out of it one day, I'd like to eat Lasagne again.
Dont laugh, this is my life....

The Last Time

Sorry I haven’t said much, to any of you that are interested. I have been caught up in revision, revision and then a bit more. I have been thinking about my blog though, feeling bad that I haven’t posted in a week. It echoed in my mind like a forgotten puppy. The most influencial thing that has happened to my this week has to have been at work. We were considerably short staffed with only two people for a four person Cafe, nevertheless myself and my friend didn’t let this overcome us. I was keen to gain responsibility and gratification in the workplace ( I wanted to be a suck up to my boss) so much that I volunteered my services in the Cafe kitchen, I would be preparing the dishes for the lunchtime rush, which including multi-tasking. ( that’s ruled me out) After watching my colleague do it with ease, I asked myself how hard it could be? It turns out it has to be one of the most mentally testing tasks I’ve done in my entire life, and I’ve sat two Physics exams, that fact that I scraped a C in both is by the by. At what had to be the pinnical of the lunch time rush period, my boss decided to walk in inquiring how things are going, I answered positively as a teacake was burning behind me, the soup was spluttering on the stove and I was throwing a hot Jacket Potato around, those things get hot! She of course, didn’t buy this so left me to it. Looking back, everyone got fed. It may not have been what they ordered, but some people would call it food!
Dont laugh, this is my life…

Friends Reunited

This week, something amazing happened, I finally found a use for Facebook, as apposed to my parents beliefs on it, I found my long lost best friend from nursery, a beautiful moment it was, cannot wait to relight friendship again where we left off, like old flames. After having my blog for about three months now, I’ve become slightly addicted to reading strangers’ blogs and begging my friends to read it, which brings up my total. I regret interrogating one of my friends as to whether he red my blog while on holiday in half term, in retrospect, I didn’t need to tie him to a chair with a single bulb hanging in the room, I suppose I got caught in the moment, he should make a complete recovery. Another occasion is, demanding my other friends to read my blog when they go to Morocco in the Summer. I didn’t worry for their safety as the neighbouring countries are going through political turmoil, no I simply threatened them that ‘I will see if you have or not, so you have to do it'. Its really not good, someone could die before long, that’s not a threat I’d like to add, I’m not at all a violent person, I don’t believe in it at any cost, that is of course not sarcasm there!
Dont Laugh, This is my Life...