University (Can we say eager?)

Last Friday (yesterday) I and several school chums (awesome word, chums) travelled with the aid of a pre-paid coach to the centre of London roughly, and the Science Museum. There was a University thing going on about all the unis in the world. Give or take a few. I actually got some good info about some good uni's in America and Australia, and one in Ireland. I want to specialise in science and art, specifically marine science's and maybe children's illustrations. I'd also love to do something along the lines of writing, but hey gotta pick and choose. My friend Myfanwy (no, she isn't Welsh) wants to go along the acting route, but hardly any schools do those kind of courses. Bugger for her. I thought I'd be in a sticky situation, but it was surprisingly easy for me to find some options.

We got loads of photos taken. At first we thought we had to stay in the university fair all day (three hours straight) and it was only halfway through when we realised that wait, hardly anyone from school was in the exhibit itself did we wander around for a place to eat and take stupid photos.

We excelled at the latter.

It was nice, although the ride back was a bit strained. I was stranded from my friends as we were up opposite ends of the coach and I was stuck with the RnB loving gangstas of the school. Wonderful. (No offence to those of the RnB genre. Peace out, homies.)

This weekend I was supposed to draw a picture for my mother for Mothering Sunday. I failed epically. All day, and all I did was surf the net and read fanfics. I fail at daughtering. I fail at ICT. I fail at...well, I was going to put life but with a meager 16 years under my belt (who coined that anyway?) I don't think I have enough evidence to say that. I'll see if I can get the time. If not, I really fail at life.

Aside from that, I'm seriously considering a tattoo. I might "persuade" mum into letting me get one for my 17th (or a few, depending on size).

Huh. Slightly boring now. Next weekend I may be going to this Mind, Body, Spirit thing in Brentwood. Does what it says on the tin, really. Hopefully it's on Sunday, as Saturday I really need to go to London to this shop as to enquire about my prom dress. Tailor made, damn expensive and drop dead gorgeous.

Oh, and if anyone read my last blog, some (really late) updates:
-my friend Charlotte Warren is no longer my friend, but a whore.
-I am nearing the end of my school life (kinda)
-Bekki (who gave me the photos of my hair) moved away, so Becky and Becci are different ones

That's it for now.

LOVE!!!
teh.sparkle.magpie...*