Hi, last week I finally finished my GCSEs!
Yes, a grueling five weeks of twenty one exams finally over. The exams started with ones of your chosen subjects, for me french, and teetered out with core subjects. Specifically science. Even more specifically, two weeks of science... and nothing else.
So you can imagine my joy when the final exam (physics seven) finally comes. Once sat down the adjudicators went through all the rules and procedures, that i'd heard so many times I feared it would mentally scar me. I then opened my paper and saw the first question... then reread it to see if my eyesight was alright, because the question clearly said:
"What are the advantages and disadvantages of contacting extraterrestrial life?"
What!? Is that even physics!? Anyway I answered the question with: advantages - evolution and a greater understanding of the universe and disadvantages - alien invasion (when I asked my friend afterwards, she said she'd written the same).
Anyway, school was done, I was free! So I walked home, in heatwave temperatures, with a thick navy blazer on. As you can probably imagine, I was boiling by the time I got home, and ready for a nice cold drink and the sofa. I went to get my keys out of my pocket. They weren't there. Oh dear. So I went for the back up plan. My sister, who made me walk all the way to her school to get her keys. When I finally got into the house, my dog needed a walk, so out I went again. When I finally sat down, I believed that it was a well earned rest.
So next weeks update will be postponed till Tuesday due to Monday being the day I return from Glastonbury, and the day of my prom, and so will mostly consist of napping and makeup (my two favorite things :)).
I hope that you'll continue reading next week. Bye!
Qwerty
Monday, 22 June 2015
Monday, 15 June 2015
Car Boot Sale

In my life, I have three main loves: Shoes, Bags and Dogs, and last week I went to a car boot sale and encountered all three.
The car boot sale was just down the road and I needed a pair of walking boots that fit me (mine were size five, and seeing as I'm a size six, it was a bit of a squeeze). So my mum, my dog and I headed off at seven am and parked three rows back from the sale. Astonishingly there were already people leaving with boxes of goods! Once we were in my mum had the idea to go to the back and go up and down each row of stalls till we came back to the beginning, so we walked all the way up, and turned the first corner... not that much. We turned the next and noticed a new stall, there were piles of clothes on the floor and they were still unpacking yet this stall looked like it was being attacked! You could barely see past the huge crowd which had accumulated around it! We decided to come back to that one later...

Eventually we decided to go back to the extremely popular stall to see what all the fuss was about. When we got there, half the clothes were gone and it was all too small anyway... going over to the table of accessories, our dog noticed something and tried to run to it, confused, we looked, and saw the smallest, fluffiest dog in the world (other than ours). It was adorable, but a little shy... it ran away whenever someone walked past.
Finally, whilst walking back to the car (which took us ten minutes to find) our dog saw a stall with toys on the ground. Now my dog loves soft cuddly toys, but not for just carrying around or something cutesy. No. When it comes to my dog and toys he becomes a monster. He rips them open and tears out any stuffing he can reach, even if it means that his head might get stuck. He then completes his masterpiece by spreading the teddy bear insides all around the room, even in places where you'll find it a week later. So when he saw this stall, I was worried. Thankfully he didn't do anything too bad, so my mum bought him a tatty teddy for thirty pence. I was a little surprised by the cheap price, but it was two seven year old girls selling it to us, and as my mother correctly stated "That is why you don't leave your children in charge".
Thank you for reading this, and I hope that you'll continue reading next week. Bye!
Tuesday, 9 June 2015
Just a day at the beach...
Hi, sorry I'm a bit late with this post, I had to revise for my GCSEs.
So last week I went to the beach with my friends, unfortunately we didn't all meet at the same place. My friend Jess and I met at Southbourne beach whereas the rest of my friends met at Boscombe which was around two miles away. So Jess and I walked halfway to meet our friends, thinking that they were doing the same, and after a while sat on a bench and waited. And waited. And waited for an hour. Bored we decided to look around, and we noticed something on the beach.
At first we didn't know what it was and thought it was a plastic bottle, and loving the environment as we do, we decided to throw it away. So, we picked our way across the beach barefoot (which really hurt because it was covered in random piles of pebbles). When we got there we saw that it wasn't a plastic bottle at all. It was this:
Yes, it was a jellyfish. As we looked around the beach, we realized that this jellyfish was not alone, oh no, it had brought it's friends with it. there was around ten of them, face down along the beach.
When our friends finally came an hour and a half after the designated meeting time they told us that they had seen them all the way from Boscombe! At that moment I thought "Dear God! It's a Jellyfish massacre!"
To be honest, jellyfish or not, our beach is something to be talked about, our beach is altogether around ten miles long (I checked on google maps!) and has a stunning view of the horizon.
Many of my friends have seen the picture of the jellyfish above and have said it resembles an ood from Doctor Who!
What do you guys think/ comment below!
So last week I went to the beach with my friends, unfortunately we didn't all meet at the same place. My friend Jess and I met at Southbourne beach whereas the rest of my friends met at Boscombe which was around two miles away. So Jess and I walked halfway to meet our friends, thinking that they were doing the same, and after a while sat on a bench and waited. And waited. And waited for an hour. Bored we decided to look around, and we noticed something on the beach.
At first we didn't know what it was and thought it was a plastic bottle, and loving the environment as we do, we decided to throw it away. So, we picked our way across the beach barefoot (which really hurt because it was covered in random piles of pebbles). When we got there we saw that it wasn't a plastic bottle at all. It was this:
Yes, it was a jellyfish. As we looked around the beach, we realized that this jellyfish was not alone, oh no, it had brought it's friends with it. there was around ten of them, face down along the beach.
When our friends finally came an hour and a half after the designated meeting time they told us that they had seen them all the way from Boscombe! At that moment I thought "Dear God! It's a Jellyfish massacre!"
To be honest, jellyfish or not, our beach is something to be talked about, our beach is altogether around ten miles long (I checked on google maps!) and has a stunning view of the horizon.
P.S.
Many of my friends have seen the picture of the jellyfish above and have said it resembles an ood from Doctor Who!
What do you guys think/ comment below!
Monday, 1 June 2015
The Great Park Escape
So last week was half term, and I did literally nothing... I went to a caravan park though.
I went to a small caravan park just outside of Christchurch, it had indoor and outdoor facilities with my grandparents and sister. There was a small children's park with a zip wire, I LOVE zip wires, and for some reason thought it would be a good idea to go on this one. Just after eight, when we knew there would be no small children an their parents in the park to give us strange looks, we ran over. It was painfully obvious that we were to heavy for this zip wire, so we gave up and moved on to the play fort. =>
The play fort was too small for us, but that didn't stop my sister from getting stuck in a net (don't ask how, I'm not sure either...) and being too scared to climb the twisty <= ladder. When we were in the middle of exploring the play fort, we noticed a man and his daughter coming our way, yep you guessed it! They were coming to the park. Startled, we scurried under one of the roofs, which surprisingly hid us quite well... and contemplated what to do. Wait them out? No, the girl would definitely come in the fort and find us. Come out and act as if we didn't care? Like that would work, we're teenage girls, we couldn't care more. So we only had one choice. Escape!


Luckily we were near a slide, so after shoving me down first, my sister and I got out of the fort, rounded the corner and came face to face with the man and his daughter. The daughter ignored us and the man laughed at us and asked if we were reliving our childhood, that seemed like a valid excuse so we agreed and literally ran all the way back to our caravan and tried to forget the whole experience.
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