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... 

Scared of the dark...

Yep. I'm scared of the dark. simple. As I'm writing this, I'm actually in someone else's house babysitting, and although I'm happy the girls have finally gone to sleep and stopped wailing for mummy and daddy, it's kind of left me with a rather dark, empty, creaky house to deal with, and I. AM. PETRIFIED! ...

Logo blanket!

So my mum sews for a living. A few months ago, a woman gave her two bag-for-life fulls of personal hoodies belonging to her daughter; theses hoodies were those kind of ones that you get from being involved in something - like a university hoodie or one from a theater production you were involved in. She asked my mum to cut them up and make them into a huge blanket for this daughter as a present - seeing as they were no longer wanted.