So for work I have to stress out about this week, I have approximently the following. A PowerPoint Presentation on Legalisation, A PowerPoint Presentation on my favourite book (Which I have yet to have chosen.), A presentation on thursday to prepare for on the Psychodynamic approach to psychology, an essay about computer security, an essay about something else, a booklet to fill in and complete and to finish my ever-growing list, I have to answer a sheet of questions on the first chapter of the book “The Great Gatsby”. So my week seems fun. The whole of tomorrow, Ill have to sit somewhere like the library and type up the Essay’s and one of the two powerpoints, and then Ill have to come home and neglect the laptop (Yeah right, as if that will happen) to read “Youth in revolt” so I can use it as my favourite book. I will, most likely knowing me, wander onto the laptop to look for cliff-notes or whatever Rebecca called them and use them to describe my so-called Favourite book that I havent actually read. I dont read that much, even if according to Becca I do nothing but. Ive not read that many books.
See, Rebecca, being the besty-friend-ever-in-the-whole-wide-world-whos-always-stealing-my-cup’s-of-tea-and-loves-her-dib-dabs brought over a bunch of her many books. (She reads more than me I swear, and shes the one telling me Ive practically read a librarys worth of books. She has a library in her bedroom, I swear!) Okay, so by bunch, she bought over like five. When I woke up with nothing to do this morning, I read the first very boring chapter of “The Great Gatsby” before picking up some of Becca’s books. First, I tried Jo Brands “It’s Different For Girls” but after reading the prolouge, I couldnt really get into it, so I chucked it to the side and picked up the next book. (Okay, so I didnt chuck it.) The next book was Ben Eltons “Blind Faith”. I read the bit on the back and then read the first page before getting entirely bored and confused. Baring in mind the first page was a few sentances about some man named Trafford, which I must admit, I thought it was a guy going out into his town and saying Hello to it, and I was still tired. After putting that book back in the pile of glanced-at-and-never-to-be-touched-again books, I picked up Youth in Revolt. I have, ofcourse, heard of this book before, and Rebecca lugged it onto a bus before, so I had seen it before. Its a pretty darn big book. Rebecca is still a bit peeved that we missed the one week only showing of the film at the cinema. So, I read the first 10 pages and, it’s good. I mean, its a bit strange because its a 14 year old boy and he’s constantly talking about how sex-crazed he is, but its okay other than that... urrr....minor detail. Its not minor, he’s constantly talking about how he “Wanks his winkie” (Why Rebecca? Why?) Ill try to read the rest after I finish the booklet I have to fill in.
Psychology A2 level. Kill me now. You know, technically, Im in year 13 now. Last year of sixth form, and the last year I can spend at my wonderful school. But anyone, back to topic, Psychology. This year we’re doing Relationships, Aggression and Addictive behaviours. Well, I think were doing Adictive behaviours. I flicked through the revision guide (Which I am NOT going to lose this time) and it seemed familiar. I think Miss Davies may have mentioned it. Third page into the Relationships section of the book? “Reproductive behaviour”. Scanning down the page I can see big bold titles here and there saying things like “Different types of sexual selection” (I can hear Rebecca saying “Mmm” right about now. Haha). My charger seems to be calming down now. Scary stuff.
Today is June 20th 2010. Almost write 2020 then, woop I’m 26. Now, Im not obsessive so Im just going to touch on the fact its “Edward Cullens Birthday”. Im not trying to be horrible, but why do people seriously want to celebrate a fictional characters birthday? Stephenie Meyer has issues, Twin, issues. I dont even know how old he’s supposed to be. Like, old-and-wrinkly 114 or something. But, more importantly, Its Fathers day. Here my Daddy when he was little. Aint that cute!
The thing is, my dad wont be home until late, and plus, you dont even want to know what I (My mum) bought him. Socks. With “Best Daddy ever” on the side. Socks. Im ashamed. Socks? I dont even have a card for him. I will have to make one.Yeah, make one, like ive done since I was like five years old. You should see the little collection of the things ive made for people. Bottle people, cards, collages of pictures stolen out of the photo album. I was a rebel child, stealing pictures, cutting them up and sticking them on some paper to give as a present to my parents. The best thing I ever made for a family members birthday must have been the time when I convinced my parents to buy me a candle making set for beginners. I told them Id pay them back, knowing me I never did. So, I made a blue, a yellow and a green candle. Two were swirls and one was a star. Making candles is the best thing, next to making gingerbread biscuits. And now im hungry. Damn. Okay, well, I do have a lot of work to do and this blog entry writing is just a process in the vicious o’le procrastinating circle. Happy Fathers day!!
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