Newt In A Tea Cup

{August 19, 2007}   A-Levels!

I got straight As across the board!!1 I’m into the Uni I want- and I’m going to try for a scholarship! Straight As!

My strongest one was in English Lit (of which I did the worst on the Shakespeare and the best on my coursework – which was exploring the status of victimhood intersecting race and gender in Toni Morrison’s Jazz, and then the comparative essay on the failures of the American dream for both rich and poor.) Funnily enough I did worst on English Language which was my favourite subject and second worst in French; The irony being I’ve been bilingual all my live and received a French education for all of my formative years until I moved UK-wise.

But if that’s my worst I am sooo damn happy!



{August 13, 2007}   I am off

to a Christian conference for a week. I’m freaky scared (because there’s bound to be a lot of crazy) but also intrigued as to find out what I can learn and which ideas I can develop.

To be fair I’m more worried about the lack of privacy. I have a tendency to go really weepy without knowing why and I don’t want to have to explain to people why sometimes I can’t face them. The late development thing also means it’s ridiculously painful for me to lie down in any position and our sole accommodation is an mattress in a tent. So no sleep there. Damn hormones.

More than that my best friend who has been gone for ages is coming back for results day (which I’m going to be away for 😦 ) and I’m only going to be back long enough to see her for one night. 😦 😦 How the hell can I cope for a gap year without my friends network? Seriously, sisterhood is powerful. That and the one guy friend whose always got your back and gives you romantic advice like “Don’t bother answering his texts if you don’t like him” and “You don’t owe him anything, babe”.

All that stuff about friends replacing parents and family for advice- is that always so bad? And, if it takes a village to raise a child, is the breakdown of the nuclear family a negative thing? Much, much to ponder…

{August 6, 2007}   Chemical Culture Bomb.

Have just spilt “cherry” yoghurt on my open underwear drawer destroying a black see-through lace corset, several multicoloured stripped socks and my Diva Cup bag.

This says all you need to know about me.

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