The Guilt

So here I am lying in bed with tonsillitis, not in school. I should feel bad, tonsillitis is ravishing our school and I went in yesterday. Now more people are going to get it. As well, the tail of hurricane Gonzalo is blowing a gale. I hardly slept at all last night and the dog lying beside me is terrified of the noise.

But, I don’t like people in my school, I don’t think my umbrella would hold up against the wind and who would comfort the dog?. Oh well, maybe staying in bed is the best option.

Lucy.

Mi Rutina Diaria

So my daily routine recently has been pretty awful:

  • I wake up at 7am
  • I don’t get out of bed until 7.30, I then have half an hour to get dressed, eat breakfast, do medication and brush my teeth
  • I leave the house at 8
  • I come home at 4pm
  • I sit around for an hour
  • I pointlessly browse the internet for an hour
  • I then sleep until 8pm
  • I quickly eat an unhealthy dinner after my two hour nap
  • After, I do homework until 10pm
  • I go to bed at 11pm
  • I stare at an electronic device for a few hours

If you wonder why I haven’t been posting recently, my routine is the reason.

Clearly I need to do something about it. It’s kind of sad that I need to tell lies about my routine for my Spanish homework. Maybe if I cut my internet time and use the rest of my time constructively I’ll have more time for sleeping, reading and blogging.

Lucy.

SONG OF THE WEEK Ben Folds Still Fighting It Video & Lyrics

My school recently started an anti-bullying campaign and the logo is ‘Are We Still Fighting It?’. In one of the anti-bullying videos we watched Ben Folds’ Still Fighting It was the theme song, at the end of the video my form teacher was in tears.  While this song was not written about bullying, it really hits you hard about how it sucks to grow up.

Lyrics:

Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo’s only $9.95
It’s okay, you don’t have to pay
I’ve got all the change

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It’s so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it
And you’re so much like me
I’m sorry

Good morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe we’ll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you ’bout today
And how I picked you up and everything changed
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you’d feel the same things

Everybody knows
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
It’s so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it
You’ll try and try and one day you’ll fly
Away from me

Good morning, son
I am a bird

It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you’d feel the same things

Everybody knows
 It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It’s so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it
Oh, we’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it

And you’re so much like me
I’m sorry

Lucy.

Birth Marks and Wisdom

As the owner of a large smiley face birth mark, I feel like I should have some wise wisdom about how to be happy in life. I don’t. This birth mark is wasted on me.

Lucy.

So Busy, So Tired

I’m not going to apologise for my lack of attention to my blog, after all it is my blog, but I feel that I have neglected it. My shitty school has thrown me in at the deep end with October assessments and, to give me even more to look forward to they’ve moved the December assessment to November. For fuck sake, what is the point of that? I don’t even know my timetable by heart yet but they expect me to do exams.

In other news, I’ve signed up for the Spanish exchange. That means I get to go to Madrid in June and they come back here in October. I’m very excited, although the school only announced last week that we need to have a deposit £200 in by next Friday. I know that the majority of my school come from wealthy families who live in the leafy, affluent streets of South Belfast but not all of us do. My parents are fairly confident that they can get the money together in time but I’m still holding my breath, and making sure I don’t piss them off.

I thought my parents would say no because I went on the Spanish trip last year but they said yes, although my dad sceptically, because it would give me something to look forward and perhaps save me from falling into severe depression again. I wouldn’t consider myself as severely depressed anymore, but some days I am precariously teetering on the edge. I’ve been getting very bad migraines recently but I just have to keep going, I can’t be like my brother who gets a day off school for the smallest ache and thinks that h should go to A&E tomorrow because of his migraine.

I’m being grim, I know, but sometimes I need to be.

Lucy.

SONG OF THE WEEK Calvin Harris & John Newman Blame Video & Lyrics

I like this song because of the sexy models in the video. Umm, yeah. Joke. In all seriousness though, the catchy beat and John Newman’s soulful lyrics really make Blame a real night out type song.

Lyrics:

Can’t be sleepin’
Keep on waking
Without the woman next to me
Guilt is burning
Inside I’m hurting
This ain’t a feeling I can keep

So blame it on the night
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Blame it on the night
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me

Blame it on the night
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
So blame it on the night
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me

Can’t you see it?
I was manipulated
I had to let her through the door
I had no choice in this
I was a friend she missed
She needed me to talk

So blame it on the night
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Blame it on the night
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me

Blame it on the night
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
So blame it on the night
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me

Oh, I’m so sorry, so sorry, baby
Yeah (I’ll be better this time, I will be better this time)
I got defense
Oh, I promise (I’ll be better this time, I will be better this time)

Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me

Trinity Success!

You may remember me waffling on about my grade 5 Trinity drama award. Well I got my results today…

Distinction!!!

That’s the highest you can get! Grade 5 is equivalent to a GCSE, so all the hard work definitely paid off. Once I complete Grade 6 I’ll start getting UCAS points. Doing Trinity was 100% worth it, and I would strongly encourage everyone else to do it – I enjoyed every minute.

Lucy.