European Tour - Post 1; The Early Yawning Start

My journey to the beautiful Austrian alps begins with an annoying buzz of the alarm. I ignore it. I've been tossing and turning from the heat all night (well, half the night - 2:50am isn't exactly the usual morning start for me!). Even with my window open right next to me, I'm boiling. This is when the pleasant privacy of having a room on the top floor of a 3-story house comes to bite me in the bum. When i rule the world, heat will sink or rise at my demand. No more silly convection currents.
BUZZ BUZZ! I put my alarm on snooze.
Gone are the days when the pure excitement of knowing I'm going on holiday gives me all the energy i need and more to get me up in the pre-dawn time of the morning. Oh, to be six again...
Right Jen, stop being pathetic and get up. You should be excited.

Introducing my European Tour...

Last Saturday, my family and I returned home after a ten day trip which took us through four of some of the most stunning and breathtaking (sometimes literally!) spots of Europe. From the scenic Austrian mountains, to the heaving beer festival of the German Hofbräuhaus, to the uniquely enchanting water-city of Venice, and finally settling with family friends on the banks of a picturesque lake on the edge of the Italian alps. I'm lucky enough to have been on many family holidays in the past, all memorable in their own right (touring Greece last year and seeing the Parthenon - for example), but I reckon this one will remain up there with the best of them for many, many years to come ;)
Reasons include (well, reason. There's one big one) - I can safely say I've successfully ticked off ridiculous amounts of wishes off my mental bucket list for such a short time! White water rafting, almost getting chucked out of the Hofbräuhaus for dancing on the benches, getting up first time when water-skiing, getting more drunk than I know I've ever been, getting a water-taxi through the canals of Venice,

How to be a 'bad student'

I'm searching through my school bag at the beginning of my chemistry lesson. I get to thinking about how I really need to clear out the dense jungle of half-used bits of paper and old worksheets accumulating around my books. Seeing as I hold the record for the taking the longest time to get ready for, well, anything (including a lesson) I'm still fumbling through my bag whilst most other people have already got their book and a pen out on the desk, and are chatting whist waiting for the lesson to start. Whereas I'm still head-deep in my school bag, searching... still searching... please be there... really?...Oh crap not again. No chemistry book to be found. Double checking... nope. Not a sign. Not even underneath the rubble of folded papers. Great start.

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Happy birthday to my Ev!

Now this will be a slightly different post today, because you see last Tuesday - the 22nd January 2013, was Georgia Addison Everett's 16th birthday. Now you may not know this girl, or you may do, but either way I've happened to become rather fond on this girl over the last year and a half, and if, by the end of this blog, I can make you feel like you could have even a fraction of the love I have for this girl, then  I would consider my work done and my life made!

Although I probably should be working right now, like most of us these days, I could procrastinate for England, so putting my time into making a birthday blog post for my best friend, instead of doing sod all in the time I should be revising, seemed like a pretty good option!

So, lets go back to the very, very beginning - all the way back to about 2003, at Brennan School of dance in Bromham, Bedfordshire...