Tuesday, 5 January 2010


2009 brought lots of good things :)
Here's my top highlights:
  • Getting my John
  • Getting my A in English :D
  • Getting good grades in general
  • Going to Paris :D
  • Getting my bookcase
  • Spending just over £40 for 14 books from Amazon. What a bargain!
  • Seeing The Mighty Boosh Live
  • Touching Noel Fielding on the arm!
  • Rockness
  • New Years Eve :)
  • Getting my swishhhh skirt
I can't think of anything else.......

But it brought lots of bad things :(
Here's my top lowlights:
  • Beth leaving :(
  • Getting Glandular Fever
  • Getting throat ulsers
  • Getting stuck in Paris in a HUGE SCARY airport BY MYSELF
  • Having no social life
  • Missing Belladrum
  • Arlene's party :|
  • Missing lots and lots of school and then having to catch up
  • LOts of snow
  • Michael Jackson died.
  • And Patrick Swayze.
  • Not having money. Ever.
  • My computer breaking.
  • Doing my UCAS form,
  • Cheeky Pete leaving the XFM london Breakfast Show
  • The end of Beth and Declan
  • Getting shouted at down the phone by Kieran
  • Getting into contact with a certain person
  • Aimee getting her hamster
This is a bitty more than the good things.......
Oh and the food on the AIR FRANCE flight was awful too.
Thank god for Granny's macaroni cheese at like midnight :P

Monday 21st December, 2009

What a disastrous day.
Monday the 21st of December was full of disasters, which really wasn't the best for my already rather emotional state due to my AIR FRANCE flight being cancelled from Paris CDG back home to Edinburgh the night before due to snow. My flight was the only one cancelled by the way.
The day started off with me and French Laura, both carrying suitcases, trying to get onto the tube. But this clearly wasn't going to happen as every single tube that passed us by was full to the brim, with people being squashed against the doors.
After the 2nd full tube passed, we decided that this was ridiculous, that I needed to be at the airport soon and that if we waited any longer that we won't be at the airport soon, at all.
But how were we going to get to the airport? The plan was to get the tube to the train station where we would eventually get to the airport. Now what were we going to do??
Finally, Laura came up with the plan to get the bus to the Stade du France train station. But it meant that I had wasted almost 10 euros. But to be honest, I had stopped caring about money. I just wanted to get home.
So we ran down the tube station to the bus, and, luckily, there was a bus waiting. So we got onto the bus, but my ticket wouldn't work, and I had no change for a new ticket! Thankfully, Laura bought me one.
So we were on a bus. Maybe our luck was going to change. No such luck.
We got to the train station, I got a new ticket (thanks to Laura) and we were on the train. But because of the stupid snow, the train was travelling really really slowly. But we got to the airport! Just before 10 in the morning.
Now all I had to do was get a different flight home and then that would be that.
So I find out where to go to change my ticket and I waited in this really long queue. But it was ok, because I was in the airport. And as long as I was there it would be ok.
SO after about half an hour in this queue, I get to the counter and here was this AIR FRANCE man who looked like a weasel and was wearing Harry Potter glasses. Anyway, he just looked at me so I started saying that my flight had been cancelled.
And as soon as I had said this, mid-sentence, he goes, "oh really," in this STUPID FRENCH SARCASTIC VOICE. And I'm like, do you want to know mister, I've had a rather stressful night, I want to get home.
But I didn't say this. No, I kept my cool and ask if I can get onto a new flight that day, preferably on the one that was running in the afternoon.
And he says rather bluntly, "That flight is full. There is no room. And it's been like that for 6 hours." And I'm like orite, ok. What about the one thats later on then.
So I get on the flight for 25 past 8 at night, and I'm on the waiting list for the flight in the afternoon - so there's a tiny glimmer of hope that I might get home in the afternoon.
So, after getting this ticket home, I'm feeling rather cheerful and buy myself and Laura some breakfast, as she got me my train and bus ticket.
We ate our breakfast and just as I was about to ask for the bill, the shutter to close the shop starts coming down. And I'm very confused and asked Laura what was going on. So she asked a waiter. Turns out that there was a piece of suspicious luggage left in the airport which could be carrying a bomb. I buried my face in my hands. This was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.
There was police and army people EVERYWHERE. Guarding shops, making sure no one tried to escape, and every single one of these people were carrying guns. It was horrible.
Finally about 45 minutes later, we're allowed out of the cafe, its safe to leave.
It was here that me and Laura said goodbye as she had to go to Saint Valery for her birthday party.
I was in Paris Charles de Gaulle, a HUGE airport, by myself. And that's quite scary when you're me.
But it was fine. I waited in the check in bit for a couple of hours, amusing myself with english work. But it was fine. There were a couple of ladies in front of me who looked ridiculous. Their hair was MENTAL. They must've been wearing wigs. It was hilarious. I took a photo.
But anyway, it was about 2ish, and the man at the AIR FRANCE ticketing bit said to check in at this time in case I get onto the afternoon flight. So I'm at the check in counter. And I'm getting served by this AIR FRANCE lady. And she was ok. But there was a problem with my ticket, and I wasn't on the waiting list for the afternoon flight apparently.
So she goes and asks for help from this other AIR FRANCE lady. And this other lady goes to me in her stupid french accent "I'm sorry madame, but your name is not on the waiting list. The flight is fully booked. And there is 6 other people on the waiting list."
This total killed me inside. There was no way I was going to get home in the afternoon, I was going to have to stay in this stupid airport for another 7 hours. I was actually so close to crying. To be honest, I'd probably have been ok if the AIR FRANCE people were nice, and that I was in a country who spoke english.
But I put my luggage through, and went to security. That was fine. And, luckily, I had a business class ticket, so I got to go to the business class lounge. Thank god.
And it was very nice, I got free food. Well, biscuits, fruit and yoghurts. And lots of hot chocolate.
I would've had a sandwich, but they were only tomato sandwiches, and I HATE tomato with a passion.
So I stayed in the lounge for about 7 hours and just did english work. And that was fine. I got loads of work done.
Anyway, it got to quarter to 8 (eventually) and I decided to go to my gate, as my flight would be boarding soon. So I got there and the screen said my flight was on time and everything. But it was now 8 o'clock, and I was supposed to be boarding at 10 to 8. But the stupid screen still said the flight was on time. Then, there's an announcement, saying that the flight has been delayed. Stupid AIR FRANCE. They're so unreliable. But anyway, at about 9, I was FINALLY on my flight home.
And I got to Edinburgh airport at about 11. But thank god I was home right?
Honestly, I don't think I'll be travelling alone again anytime soon. It was horrible. I need to have SOMEONE with me, to keep me amused.

Saturday, 10 October 2009

Embarrassing Moments...

How much do you hate embarrassing moments??
I'm normally ok with the not really embarrassing stuff like falling off the kerb, tripping over my feet, you know the usual everyday embarrassments.
And if really embarrassing things happen, I'm normally OK after like half an hour.
However, after last night's embarrassment, I am still oh so mortified by myself.
I was round at John (the boyfriend) house and I had the sorest head EVER!!!!
I hadn't been much fun at all, as I was falling asleep the whole time I was there - so really I wasn't all that well anyway...
Anyway, we were waiting outside for the parent taxi to escort me home. And then I was bloody sick! Right in front of the boyfriend!
And I had been sick ALL OVER MYSELF! Oh my god! Not a pretty sight. At all.
And then he goes into the house to get some tissues. And wipes my face.
Eugh just thinking about it makes me cringe. It was HORRIBLE!
He says that I shouldn't be embarrassed, and that I shouldn't be embarrassed around him. That it's all good.
But it really isn't. Haha.
I'm sure after a wee while I'll be able to laugh about it. But oh my god. Not yet.
How terrible.

I'm sure there are PLENTY more embarrassing moments to come in my life. And they'll be even worse.
But I'm really not looking forward to seeing John again. Which is a poor show. Haha.
Oh the embarrassment!

Wednesday, 7 October 2009

Andy Fitzpatrick

I've been meaning to write this post for a while now.

My dear friend, Andy, has decided to leave the oh so exciting subject of Higher Modern Studies.
And I am not happy about this. At all.
It means that now, there is one less person to keep me entertained in this dire subject. (Well thats not fair, I actually like Modern Studies. But I need to make Andy feel bad, so... you know... I must lie haha.)
Anyway, Andy leaving Modern Studies. What a poor show!
It also means we can't have good ole revision times, and help each other with homework whilst in the library. Pfft Poor Show.

Poor show Andy, Poor show. I am very disappointed in you.


It's been a while since I last wrote something on this.
To be honest, Facebook and school has taken over my life. Which isn't very good.

I made a promise to myself that I would not become obsessed by Facebook. That I would not get a Farmville like everyone else. That I wouldn't get a Cafe World. That it wouldn't take over my life.
But... It has. I have become OBSESSED by a virtual world.
My already awful social life is going to get worse and worse - because of my lack of will power..... and my glandular fever :P
So eventually, the only people I will be seeing and speaking to will be my Mum, and possibly The Boyfriend :P He hates it when I call him The Boyfriend.
Anyway, Facebook. And how awful it is. And how addictive it is. Out of all the people I know, about two thirds of them have a Facebook and use all the apps, the most popular being Farmville... I think.
Why is it, that we are so addicted to a game where we plant seedsand trees, and look after animals on a VIRTUAL world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's RUBBISH! And BORING! But oh so addictive. Why is this?????
I am determined to find the answer.
We should be doing all these activities in real life. Imagine that!
If everyone who plays Farmville went in a massive field and planted seeds, looked after animals in the REAL world, not some stupid VIRTUAL world. Imagine how much fun it would be! It would be like living in Victorian times whilst living in the country. And think of the weight everyone would lose coz of all the physical activity. It would be great :)
Eugh I hate Facebook. And I hate how I'm now addicted to it.

I need a hobby.

Saturday, 5 September 2009

Je deteste

Glandular Fever!!!! Oh my god! One of the worst illnesses since life began! Its not even that bad an illness! It just makes you tired! And therefore KILLS your social life!!!!!!! The amount of things I have missed because of it... Work! School! Belladrum! Summer! One of my best friends birthdays! Actually ridiculous! And thats just the start of it.

The amount of times I have been to the doctors getting a row because apparently I'm not resting enough! I don't want my WHOLE social life killed. I mean I am a social person. I need to see SOMEONE who isn't my mum, dad or siblings!

Some people get glandular fever and they dont even know they have it. With some people it stays with you for ages. With some people it comes back... I seem to be one of those people!
And do you want to know what you can't do whilst having Glandular Fever - drink alcohol. Apparently when you have glandular fever your liver enlarges, and so if you drink alcohol it total kills your liver, which isn't very good. So whilst all my friends are out at parties drinking, I have to drink coke. I'm not too bothered about not drinking loads and loads of alcohol and getting ridiculously drunk. I'm not really into that. In fact I'm not really a great fan of alcohol. Alcopops and Kopperbergs are all I really drink. But now the friends think that I can't go to parties because I can't drink and so now I'm not invited to them! So again my social life is dying.

I hate missing out on things.

It's horrible. I wouldn't wish this on ANYONE! Not even sworn enemies! Eugh.
But now I guess I must rest. Pfffffft.