Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise

Just like before
She never used to mind
I lost my phone in paradise

And what a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer but the only thing that you're killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
A bird is just a burden
To your heart your soul your body spirit and mind

Oh don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
You said too much, you been too unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
You could change your life
Do you think you'll change their mind

BABYSHAMBLES - LOST ART OF MURDER

'It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for the next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wondered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can't) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind; and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.'

J.M. BARRIE - PETER PAN

"No numbing or narrowing of the mind can strip my soul of its orchestra that pipes up a crecendo when you say you love me. And in my heart, I am inclined to trust you."

- Peter Doherty.

GCSE's! Had to wait a long time for these. I was on holiday when they came out, so they were posted, and i got them a week and a half later.

English Lang - A

English Lit - A

History - A

Sociology - A

Art and Design - A

Maths - B

Science - AA

German - B

Citizenship - A*

So it's all good! Still lokking forward to college very much!

Had my college induction day wednesday, and i am all the more pleased with my course choices!

I have a nice tutor, and two mad teachers... So all is good!

Prom night was a long time coming, but not a long time happening! Pics:

After four weeks of having no life, i have finaly come through the other side!

17 exams later, and i am exhausted, due to lack of sleep and constant brain work. But now i have only one exam to go, and i am ready to start living my life again.

Feels weird not having to go through physics equations in my head when watching t.v, or taking history notes with me to the bath. My head is so full of stuff!

A Journal of Impssible Things - my journal of possible things copied from John Smith.

The Feeling Concert. We got photos with the base guitarist and Sophie Ellis Bextor!

I have just finished reading We Need to Talk About Kevin, by Lionel Shriver. A great book that I plan to read again one day, when I have time. It is a poignant story which leaves you feeling disconcerted up until the very last pages, about the upbringing of Kevin Khatchadourian, who kills seven of his fellow high-school students, a cafeteria worker, and his English teacher three days before his sixteenth birthday. A most intriguing boy, is portrayed as 'evil' from the moment he is born, and every story his mother has to tell of him only confirms this description. From beheading his toys as a toddler, to pouring cleaning chemicals in his sister's eye on his first baby-sitting job, he does his best to smugly earn the hatred of anyone who sets there sight on him.

Written from the persective of Eva, Kevin's mother, she manages to confuse my original oppinion of how nurture has more of a influence on behaviour than nature does. This book poses the questions, if Kevin had been brought up in a different home, would he still had done what he had done? Kevin makes it incredibly hard for his mother to love him, and consequently, she stops trying. But would Kevin accept love from anyone else? Or would he merely reject it, as he did to his mother?

One of the things I have enjoyed most about this book, is it took me longer to read than the average, and this is probably due to the way it is written. The language and structure is almost possessing and elegant, and I found myself reading parts over and over again, just thinking about the word choices and deep descriptions.

Everyone should read this book. It is an intelligent interpretation of what we need to talk about, but can't. I have probably given away too much allready... but go ahead, and read it!

How cool is this - a jelly bean Elvis...

Leaving school is like being on a sinking ship - in the last few minutes, everyone clings to each other for dear life, and declares forever love. It's exhausting.

Last day pictures:

Today has been a weird day. Firstly, a member of my family had a major opperation today, but the Lords planning and love as shined through so greatly that i begin to doubt the very purpose of this whole ordeal. So many more things have happened as a result of it, and this is amazing.

Not only has my mind been constantly reminded of this, but also of the fact that i only have two days left of school - this is terrifying in that it means that it's exam time, but also it is desperately sad; everyone is beggining to get unbearably soppy, thinking that as we have little time left, we all have to tell each other how much we love these people, and how we are going to try or best to keep in touch. If i leave without crying on thursday, it will be a miracle.

I think the thing i will struggle with the most when i leave is being so bored and lonely! I'm so used to having people around me all the time, even if you don't talk to them, that i think i will just feel absent; my schooling at Warden Park has been constant, no matter how much i didn't want it to be.

Anyway, on a lighter note, this is more fun with white grapes because you can use a black pen to draw faces on, but you get the picture... ;)



I call them Grape People. It's fun, you should try it at home... ;)

2 exams down, and about 10 to go! After doing my art exam last week, i have come to the decision that art has deffently been a huge chunk of my life the last six weeks, but i have enjoyed all of it. My art exam was even enjoyable, and despite the 10 hours silence bit, i found that i could do an incredilble amount of work in that time - in the first day i suprised myself. Having experienced two days in which i have worked my butt off solidly, i am still hoping that one day i will be able to do the same in a career in the future. It's only been two days, but i am allready starting to feel nostagic about the whole thing - no more art lessons for the rest of my schooling. I have also handed in my sketchpad, which is what i have had my head co-joined to for the past 6 weeks, so now i feel a little like i lost something. I am going to have to buy a new one very soon...

Newton Faulkner is also releasing his new single, 'I need something' tomorrow, and i am looking forward very much to getting it. I saw him supporting James Morrison in Brighton in march, and this guy is gonna make it really big. He has my every support!
He is also very funny, and very good at guitar. I like watching him play a lot, although most of the time he has about 4 guitars on the stage at once, all tuned differently. So it's quite hard to pick up on stuff he is actually doing. Anyway, you should listen -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpanipkxbwA

RULES:
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!!!

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Mahler:symphony No. 5, 4th movement, Adagietto.

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Team mate.

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Oasis

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Out of the sinking.

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Ripples.

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Love changes everything.

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Iv'e got to see you again.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Ms. Jackson

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
The message

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIE?
Who killed love.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Rags.

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Alibi.

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da.

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
I told the truth.

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Goin up to Memphis.

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Make you feel My Love.

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Heartbreak Hotel (Live).

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Track 76- rock guitar for dummies.

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Ray Charles

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Lolipop

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Run.

Girls in Times Square, page 282.

"I know she's not looking as well as she used to. But I'm telling you, something happens to beautiful people. They think that something extra is owned to them by life, by God, by all people around them. They think their life has to be better, more dramatic, happier - in colour, not in black and white."
"Everyone wishes their life were happier."
Lily shook her head. "No. Not like beautiful people. They walk on the earth, their chin up to the rest of us, and think that great happiness, great love, great joy is their right and their prerogative. Passion as the entitlement of the rich." Lily paused. "Especially when it comes to love. Beauty and love become somehow synonymous. How can plain people have great love? They can't, that's how. They can have average love, mediocre love, but their hearts can't soar. Only beautiful hearts can soar."

I now have 19 school days left until study leave - the pressure is building everyday. My first exam is on the 1st of May, which is my german aural. I then have my art exam on the 3rd and 4th, and it's scary how much work i need to do between now and then. I break up on the 17th May, so the day my study leave starts is the day I have my citizenship exam. Study leave has been pretty much reduced to one week, not including half term. I guess this benifits students who work better at school, but I haven't worked out how it will benefit me yet. I am pretty sure I work best at my own desk, with my lap top, slippers, and a cup of tea, so I will continue to look forward to that time... However, I am wondering whether my uniform gets me in the frame of mind for work... but i'm not a kinesthetic learner - maybe that wouldn't work. Nah, I will stick to my slippers.

I have two weeks in which i have 11 exams, so thats gonna be tough. I am allready starting to give up other things to fit in more revision, which i don't like doing really but i think it is neccessary. It's weird to think that my whole schooling, 13 years, or somewhere close, is ending like this. With exams. This is what the last 13 years has been leading up to. I hope that my last day before study leave will be fun, and not too weighed down by the subconscious exam pressure that seems to be creeping into my fibers.

Here are some photos of some paintings that i took in Weymouth, last week. I wasn't really supposed to take photos in the gallery, so shhh! But i really like them - they are by a guy called Trevor Lawrence. The use of colour gives the paintings life - when you see them up close you can see how thick the paint is, some of them are almost bas relief. Some of the photos i took are a bit blury, and really don't do the paintings any justice, but here they are:





There are a couple more, but they are the wrong way round, so you will have to bare with me until i work this out... (I'm re-learning on a mac):

A recent discovery at tonights Fishfood: the founder of the Mormons, was called Joseph Smith, and Joseph Smith said that God gave one of his sons a planet. This planet was named Glob - turn it around, and you get BLOG!

Don't worry, we do have some sensible conversations at Fishfood. Usually about pregnancies, moths, cigars...

Yesterday, I experienced being both in a working class enviroment, and a very prestigious upper one. I spent the last few days holiday-ing with family in the Newforest; we stayed on a caravan sight, in a caravan that had been given the 'Rose caravan award' of 2007 - it had the sticker proudly placed in the front window. I have no idea what a caravan has to have to get the 'Rose caravan award' of 2007, but my guess is, not alot. However, despite the small spaces and the bad curtains, the caravan became our humble home for four days, and we lovingly set upon it it's own nick name - 'the Chav-a-van'. The teenagers counted wearing hot pants, gold chains, and, well, not much really, were numerous, and after the first day, i began to feel that i wasn't going to fit in. On the other hand, geting away from exam time tables, and maybe just this place in general, was a nice thing, and the weather was beautiful all week. It was fun, and i think the holiday was deffently more about who you are with, rather than where.

It took us approx. two hours to get home, and on the way, we stopped off at Goodwood to get something to eat. We had spent the previous monday there, participating in a track day, and we knew we could get food there whatever was happening. Our original plan was to maybe eat at the NAAFI van, (the Goodwood, general food van) but as it was not open Dad decided that we were going to go to Goodwood House to eat, as we had every right to, and there was no dress code. About a mile down the road, we parked in the car park - there were endless rows of VERY expensive cars, and we had an audi with a bike rack, and a top box. I was dressed in grey jogging leggings, and dungarees - when i entered the reception bit (which was actually a hall!) i could see hats, expensive walking sticks, fur coats and the like, all in order. It was fun, but it felt like i had to sit straight and talk proper. The place where we ate was called The Kennels and you could bring your dog in. Goodwood likes dogs, and so did our waiter. What was weird was that he brought Jaspa a tea towel, and a wooden bowl full of water - the kind of bowl you probably wouldn't give a kid for fear of ruining it - but the waiter gave it to Jaspa. Was a tad bizaar.

I dont mean to criticise both places, but i am glad of a normal, humble home, in which we dont have to say 'hip hop!' or wear gold hot pants. I guess whatever amount of money you have, if you have the Lord, he keeps you humble, which is a good thing.

Here are some photos from the first day of the easter holidays, that i should of uploaded a long time ago! This trip to Brighton was one of the best, probably because of the people. Thankyou to Alex, Elly, Ed, and Jenna, for a lovely day.