The Great Blackout of 2011

For the past few days I have been at home in bed ill. I still I am, I just wanted to write something on here because I'm missing it.

Last night my dad went to pick up my mum and my sister, leaving me in the house on my own, cooking my fish fingers and baked beans. I didn't mind this, I enjoyed the peace and quiet. However, I didn't enjoy the fact that about 2 minutes after my dad left, there was a blackout across the whole of Jersey, lasting what must have been just short of half an hour. Luckily, I knew where the matches were, and my mother loves scented candles. So I was fine on the lighting front. Also, if you remember Charlotte from a previous post, she was also out to keep me company. So I wasn't going to turn into the crazy cat lady off of the Simpsons- my cats buggered off anyway.

But sitting surrounded by candles, on my own, playing solitaire, really made me think about how much we need electricity. It got me thinking about what we would do if electricity was never invented. First of all, fish fingers and baked beans wouldn't be that much nice of a meal as it normally would, but second, as it was really dark outside, I wouldn't really know what to do in the winter. I think I would be pretty screwed. I couldn't log on to the computer to talk to friends on facebook, I couldn't finish cooking my tea, I couldn't listen to the radio, I had to go upstairs armed with a candle- proper Downton Abby style- just to find my mobile phone, as the house phone wasn't working. I think I would have made a rubbish cave man. I would be the one sitting in the corner of the cave near the fire. But it did make me think. I had to so that I wouldn't get scared at every sound I heard. Also, mum was out taking the dog for a walk so I couldn't even play with Harvey.

So after having an ephiny, finishing my game of solitaire and eating all of the dried mango in the house, the lights came back on and so Jersey's blackout came to a close. My family arrived home about 20 minutes later to find me in bed eating my fish finger sandwich and mushy baked beans. I left the beans- they didn't really cook that well. In all honesty, I think I enjoyed the blackout, it was peaceful and I actually won my game of solitaire!

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Music, Music and More Music

So I finally have all the albums that I ordered last week. I am so happy, so happy infact that I took a picture of the three of them for you.

My favourite from 'Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge' is 'Helena', from 'The Black Parade' is 'Dead!' and from 'Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys' is either 'S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W' or 'Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)'. I have had all the songs stuck in my head for ages, I LOVE ALL OF THEM!


If you have them or like any of the songs or even know any albums that I might like- I'm always open to loving new music- please comment or something like that at the bottom of the post.

And the other picture is of my favourite CDs from my small collection, I'll do a list of all of them below;

My Chemical Romance- The Black Parade
Florence and the Machine- Lungs
Paramore- Riot
Chris Moyles- Parody Album
My Chemical Romance- Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge
Paramore- All We Know is Falling
Muse- The Revolution
Thirty Seconds to Mars- This is War
Paramore- Brand New Eyes
My Chemical Romance- Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys

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Don't be afraid to dance like a complete fool

Thought that I would try and post a link of which song puts me in an amazingly happy mood. And if you feel like it, then just turn up the volume and dance like no one's watching- don't worry, I will be.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egG7fiE89IU&ob=av2e

ENJOY!

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Someone invent a time machine please

'Give up' is a phrase I don't really like. I know I do it a lot, but I prefer to use other words. I know when things get hard it may look like I seem to take the easy way out, but sometimes I know that it's for the best.

We learnt about something called utilitarianism a few years ago, and it helps you make the right decision using different methods. I think I might tend to use this as an excuse to stop when the going gets tough, but I don't feel bad afterwards. People always tell me that I will regret things, but I don't. I just tend to learn from the mistakes that I have made. After all, it's the only thing you can really do can't you? Well, unless you have a time machine and all that. However, sometimes I don't regret things that people think I should. I'm not sure if that makes me a bad person or anything, but I think I pretty much know what I'm doing most of the time. And even if I don't, I think I'll be alright if I 'go with the flow'. I don't need to make things perfect all the time. I'm only human anyway.

On a different note, I have finally ordered the albums that I have been wanting to get for a while. They're meant to arrive within 3-5 working days, so I'll take a picture of them when they arrive. I know that they have been out for a while, but I have sort of just got into this music in the summer after watching the band perform at Reading. I have always known of the band, but I only listened to their music when it was on the radio and I actually really like their stuff. My sister says that I am getting obsessed with them, but when you like a band, you want to watch their music videos and stuff.

I know that I've written a load of rubbish today, it might not make that much sense. But in my defense I was up at 6:30 and I did walk for 3 hours today in the rain...The things I'll do for charity.

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Freebies

They say try something new everyday, and today, I am no exception to that unwritten rule. I have finally tried the art of tele-prompting. You know, what the news readers read and everything. But let me tell you, when they make it go fast, it gets quite complicated and really hard. But it was a laugh. Well, it was until I realised that my face was being projected onto a big screen for a whole room full of people to see. Apparently it looked really professional, but I could say otherwise.

Also, even after going to a careers fair I have only realised that I am enticed by free sweets and pens. But saying that, I did get a really nice pen from a bank. Although, I am entrigued by the world of radio. I have never seen a radio station, or even been on it, but as I listen to the radio more than I watch TV, I think that it would be really interesting.

And I quite like the idea that you could be wearing your pyjamas while working.

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Trust me on the Sunscreen

While I was having tea tonight, we were watching 'Junior Doctors': a programme on BBC3. This got me thinking that I could never be a doctor. I don't deal well with blood -or with anything groos for that matter- I'm not the best with needles, I'm not sure I could deal with late night shifts, but most of all- I would have no idea how to deal with death. If it was all down to me and if it ended out being a decission that I made that caused my patient to die, I'm not sure that I would be able to ever set foor inside a hospital again. I would completly melt to the floor and never show my face again with the amount of guilt that I would be harbouring. However, death for every doctor is a thing that they have to deal with and I would hate to feel the pressure that they must feel when everyone is looking to them for the answers. I think I would draw a mental blank.

It's like that film with Leonardo Dicaprio in, 'Catch Me If You Can', when he pretends to be the doctor he throws up in the janitor's closet when he actually has to be faced with a patient. I think that I would spend my entire doctor's career in the janitor's closet. In fact, I think I would be best mates with the janitor.

So as I am going to a careers fair tomorrow, it has finally dawned on me that pretty soon I will be choosing A-levels, and therefore be choosing what job I want to do for the rest of my life. And in all honesty, I haven't a clue. I'm actually quite scared when it come sto the future. I know that I would like to do a job that involves travel and something that would change every day and keep my brain ticking. I quite like the idea of journalism. Maybe radio journalism? I don't think I would be able to be on TV, I hate watching myself back. I don't really want to work in an office. My mum does and keeps telling me to work hard so that I don't have to do what she does. I don't really want to be a teacher. I don't want to spend most of my life in a school. Anything to do with blood is a no-no and science isn't my best subject. But this is how bad I am when deciding what I want  to do; when I watched 'Scrubs' I wanted to be a doctor- then I realised that I didn't like blood, when I watched 'Legally Blonde' I wanted to be a lawyer- then I realised I didn't want to spend loads of time and money at university and when I watch any festivals on TV, I want to be a singer- but then I realised that I sound like a cat being strangled while drowning in the sea.

But I'm still realising that I don't have to know what I want to do for the rest of my life when I'm 15. However, I listened to a song the other day called 'Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)' and there's a line in it that says 'Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.' And it got me thinking. It might be a good idea to have a basic plan of what you might like to do and it's definitely a good idea to have dreams and goals to aim for. But I don't need to know what job I want to do. I can always change my mind and my career. Just as long as I am motivated and I know what I want to do for that period of time, I'm sure I'll be fine.
But if there's one thing I learnt from that song, it's that I should always wear sunscreen.

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Chucky During Maths

I was listening to Zane Lowe's show on Radio 1 last night. It was the Red Hot Chilli Peppers night, where they played the gig of them performing at Coco in London, and then onto their story. Now I'm not saying that I'm the biggest Red Hot Chilli Peppers' fan, and in all honesty, I've only heard a few of their songs before and liked them, but I've never really listened to their music before, that was until last night. So I was actually quite excited to hear a live set and then their story. But as I was really tired last night I basically laid down on my bed, closed my eyes, and relaxed. I didn't fall asleep. But I just relaxed for a while, which I think is really important.

And to be fair, I really enjoyed it. Even though I was in my room for a few hours, on my own, I found that my mood just went uphill and I felt really good afterwards. I just think music does that to you. Do you know what I mean? Music can make you feel any emotion under the sun, it just depends what genre you choose to play.

Some might think it's weird, but I like pretty much any type of music; pop, rock, country, techno, alternative rock, I don't even mind a little bit of screamo. However, my friends don't always share in my love of music, they think that I'm a bit strange sometimes, as I'm not always into the latest pop culture, but I do like to listen to things that aren't sickly sweet, but songs that actually have a proper meaning to them. Not just what you did during the weekend and how drunk you got. But I don't want to change what music I listen to, just because my friends don't like it. I do want to be my own person, and I shouldn't want to change what I like just so that my friends won't give me strange looks when they're flicking through my iPod.

And in all honesty, I think that's probably why I'm friends with the people that I am friends with. In some aspects we are completly the same, but in others, we couldn't be more different. But you know what they say, opposites attract! And to be honest, I think I've got my friends into different types of music, although, one did say to me today that they don't like any of the Foo Fighters' songs. But don't worry, I'll be working on that very soon.

On a different note, in maths today, my teacher showed us this really weird algebra method, which ended out with her drawing this scary looking face on the board. That explains the picture at the top. I couldn't resist. I need that strange chucky doll-esc thing in my life. (Sorry if the lines are a bit faint, but I think you get the picture- no pun intended). 

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10 years on-

and everyone is still thinking about the appalling tragedy that happened at Ground Zero.

At 8:46 am, on the 11th September 2001, two planes crashed into the Twin Towers, killing over 2000 people. Some of these workers in the buildings, and a few hundred being the brave fire fighters who entered the building trying to save the live's of others
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I was only 5 years old at the time and didn't fully understand what was going on, and to be honest, even though I'm now 15, I still can't believe that something like this has happened. I just can't understand why someone would want to drive a plane full of innocent people into a building, on purpose, in the hope of killing many others.

I wished and hoped that something like this would never happen again, but then on July 7th 2005, London was bombed. Even though the amount injured (30+) and killed (52) weren't as big, for me it scared me even more. Mainly due to the fact that it was much closer to home, and living on a small island, I can't help but think, 'What if something like that happened over here? I'm not sure I would be able to stand a chance.'

I saw a photo the other day, and on it said, 'I dream of the day my child asked me, 'what was war?' ' I looked at this and I honestly had a lump in my throat. I don't know how many times I have wished for world peace, wether it be when I blow out my birthday candles, or throw salt over my shoulder. Either way, it still hasn't happened. And every time that I hear about new wars and conflicts breaking out, I can't help but think that we have all taken one giant step back towards our goal.

One day I hope that I will have to explain to future generations what was war and how it all came to a end. But until then, my thoughts go out to all of the victims of 9/11 and to all of those still affected by it today.


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What If...

Today was prize giving at school. It's one of those events that all the students hate, not just because you have to sit there and watch the shining examples of academic achievement flounce about and collect their prizes, but due to the fact that you have to sit through loads of long teidious speeches.

Now, to be fair, I think it's good that our school gives out trophies to students, I just don't like the fact that it's the same students every year. But this year I didn't have an excuse to ridicule, as I was recieving a prize, 'The Alex Picot Prize for Progress and Determination in Mathematics KS4' to be precise. And yes, that's right, I like maths. Some might even go as far to call me a maths geek, (well, my friends do anyway).

So I'm one of those people that always think 'what if'. 'What if a giant metiorite comes and crashes into this restaurant and I don't get to eat my chocolate fudge cake for dessert?'. 'What if I play a game of football and get hit in the face and break my nose before school photos tomorrow?' Well, you'll be glad to hear that today was no exception. The standard proceedings at prize giving, is that when your name is called out, you walk up the stairs, you shake the person's hand, you recieve your prize, you walk down the stairs, you walk through the aisle, and then you return back to your seat. This might sound simple, but apparently, this isn't simple enough for a group of teenagers to grasp, so we have to have a rehearsal. However, this just made me even more nervous, as I started to realise how many things could start to go wrong. What if I tripped up the stairs, crashed straight into the person giving me the prize. Then, after getting my trophy, I fall back down the stairs, drop the prize while walking back to my seat and trip over the carpet that was laid all over the sports hall floor.

As you can tell, I wasn't too excited about walking up infront of the whole school, and parents, to do this. But it was only after my friend told me that some prizes were sharp glass ones, that I suddenly realised that this celebration might turn into something much less pretty.

So, after waiting almost an hour to recieve my prize, it was show time. I looked over to my mum and dad and saw a flash of a camera in my grinning mother's hand. I couldn't believe that my almost inament humiliation was going to be photographed, most likely published, and then stuck in the family photo album. To put it bluntly, I was bricking it.

So, as my name was called out I walked up on stage. I think maybe a little too early, and I must have looked like a right weird girl to the prize giver, as she took one glance at me and I saw a little flicker of something in her eye. But the good news was, I didn't fall up (or down) the stairs. Then, as I shook her hand, I made my way back down the stairs and then took the embarasisng walk through the audience back to my seat. Of course passing my friends on the way, who kindly made notes and scribbled all over their programmes, only to show me, gleaming massive smiles of delight, as I walked passed them.

The rest was a blur. I just remember eating a delicious chocolate brownie afterwards. Although, when my mum and dad asked me to get them one, I had to look like a right greedy ass and pick up two of the biggest brownies I could find. Then, as always, the head walks by and gives me the look of 'should you be doing that', to which I quickly scooped up my plate and shoved it at mum.

But despite all the embarassment, I did get a £50 cheque from Alex Picot Acountants, so they should be expecting a 'very nice thankyou card' (my mother's waords, not mine) very soon. And I shall also very soon be venturing on a shopping trip into town. I can pay back my mum now and get the CDs that I have been craving for ages. I know the ones that I want to get have been out for quite a while (one since 2004), but I'll probably write about them when I finally get them.

However, as I write this, I think I might have eaten one too many brownies and doughnuts this afternoon. I can barely move. I shall now have to be rolled around everywhere I go, most likely in a wheelbarrow, and be called 'barrow girl' from now on.

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Charlotte's Web

I woke up this morning, and to my surprise there was this massive spider on the other side of our kitchen window. I don't mind spiders, but my sister (who ironically wants to be a vet) was absolutely petrified. However, even though I may like the look of her through a sheet of double glazed glass, I'm not saying that I would be the first in line to hold her. We're not that friendly yet.

Saying that, I couldn't stop looking at the 'little' beauty, she has really cool stripes up her legs. So I thought I would take a picture of her to show you all.

Also, I have decided to call her Charlotte, she has made an amazing web and everything.

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Remember Girls-

always wear clean underwear and keep your feet clean, you never know when you might be taken to hospital.

always keep your house neat and tidy, you never know when you might get burgled.
These are just a few of my favourite quotes from my favourite Gran. But you have to admit, they make a lot of sense.

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Guilty Pleasures

I know some might think that I am out of my mind, but at the moment I love watching Big Brother. I know that most people think it's stupid, but for some reason I love watching people in a house talking and making complete idiots out of themselves. And as the first series of the Celebrity version on Channel 5 is coming to an end, I think it's time for me to announce my love for Jedward.

Say what you want about them, but those boys are just great entertainment. They both live on a completly different planet and most of the time I don't understand what is going through their minds when they decide to do the things they do. But to be honest, I think it would be quite an eye opener and a great experience to spend a day in their shoes. I think it would make me realise that we only live once and that we should all take life as it comes.

So let's all follow in Jedward's footsteps, (it obviously works for them, they've met Obama).
 
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Almost there...

I almost have enough money to buy the albums that I've wanted for quite a while. But as soon as I realised this, I then remembered that I still owe my mum £30. A little bit of a bummer...

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Just messing around-

learning how to post pictures. It's my dog by the way, just incase you were wondering, (and it was the royal wedding, we don't normally make him wear a union jack hat).

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It's always quite awkward-

writing a first post, it's meant to tell everyone what your blog is going to be about, but I don't really know myself. So please, don't expect anything amzing, (it's what I had on my mind). 
I've always wanted to write a blog, but I've never seemed to find the time or place to do it. Maybe it's because I have nothing interesting to write, maybe it's due to the fact that sometimes I'm too lazy to do anything, but the main reason is I'm just worried that no one will read it or just laugh at me when I post something.

However, I've been reading quite a few blogs lately, (especially band ones) and have realised that I shouldn't care what people think. A blog is somewhere you can write something down and not be afraid that people will judge you and make funny comments. It's meant to be your own safe haven. Somewhere you can go to escape it all and feel comfortable for who you are, that's what I hope this will be for me.

So, to keep up in true blog fashion, I will be trying to post almost everyday, (definitely once a week) in the hope that if you enjoy what I write you might want to carry on reading it. And in all honesty, even if I get absolutely no views, I don't really care, I'll just be happy that I get to write what I want down on my own blog and feel happy doing it.

And you never know, I might learn a few things and actually get good at it.

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