Back In Business

This week has been fantastic. As in AMAZINGLY fantastic, mainly due to what I've seen of it being so deliciously new and foreign, looking out of wider eyes into a broader horizon. It has only been 10 days since exams finished, yet it feels like I've squeezed within that time enough events to keep a year occupied. Almost...

Yes, right, so from my last post written just over a week ago, Monday has been busy, Tuesday has been extremely eventful, Wednesday also (if you count the early hours of the morning as well), Thursday indeed, Friday too and Saturday big time. Not forgetting today.

BUT THE MOST IMPORTANTLY IMPORTANT NEWS: last night I was casually checking all my email accounts, as you do, and found a neat little message from hmv saying that I'VE WON TICKETS TO SEE LA ROUX! Yes, ME, who doesn't win anything, EVER! Even though there were 1000s of tickets up for grabs, this is still incredible. The only thing is, with Dan away in Ayia Napa, who to take...

This is even more exciting as I now consider myself an experienced La Roux fan due to my La-Roux-gig-virginity being broken last Tuesday. I love her/them. I think I could muse on this subject forever. And I swear that we ever so nearly met them as well - walking past the backstage entrance and all that. But you know, my hopes are now pinned on Wednesday! Camden ain't the beachy, amusement parky, clean sea airy place of Southend, but I'm beginning to like London more and more.

So to London Dan and I went on Monday where we wondered wistfully around Soho in the evening feeling depressed that the last train had cursed us. Although this was a good thing as we (Dan, Becca, Emma, Hannah and I) had an early start in the morning accompanied by a fun-filled drive to the seaside. I honestly was so proud of myself. We only managed to get lost a maximum of 3 times altogether, even including the drive back home which concluded at 5am. But what now surprises me is why I haven't been put off driving forever.

The Mousetrap by Agatha Christie in Leicester Square was great on Friday too; albeit, for my liking, slightly overacted in parts, too many fill-in-the-gaps scenes, and occasionally cringe-worthy script. However, I am very willing to dismiss all of these things because it's Agatha Christie, and of course I now feel educated about how mid-1900s theatre worked. It can't have the longest ever continuous performance for nowt.

Ah, now Saturday. I cannot even begin to express how much I love The Granby! It feels like home, you know? This could be perhaps due to a sense of real belonging, or alternatively, merely because it's such a sex-fuelled place; what gay bar couldn't be with 80% of its goers being 10 times more sexually aware than others? Okay, those aren't accurate figures but you get the picture. I like it when it sounds like I know what I'm talking about.

Tired nooow. But inspired by the National Portrait Gallery on Friday, I am happy to say that I bought a sketch book. Not to draw in, mind; I haven't suddenly turned that far. I don't know - perhaps it's the real blank canvas of an entire book of plain paper as opposed to lined which promises something with possible potential. I wrote something and FINISHED it, so I may share my productivity soon if I read it again and decide it's reeally worth it!

Niiight

Fascinations

Finally finished exams and school and every form of security that they had to offer me... forever.

Well, that was Thursday afternoon at 2:30; and the fact that this is being written three days later shows that even though I now have NOTHING to get me up in the mornings (something which originally scared the life blood out of me), I have managed to syncronise my heart beat with the seconds of the clock (..almost) and keep my post-end-of-my-life schedule full to the hour. So he we go. I hate the feeling of having a backlog of things to catch up on; it reminds me of school...

Thursday was FUN. The wash of emotions after the last word was written on the exam booklet - something which (hopefully) related to Hardy and Fowles - was incredible. Emma, Simi, Becca and I went for a 'coffee' in Wokingham afterwards and went into the park only to feel ridiculously out of place against all the 15 year old girls in Holt uniform and boys in Forest uniform. That used to be us every Wednesday afternoon in Year 10 and 11, and it was a surprisingly shock to realise that those fuzzy moonlit days had somehow slipped through our fingers. So we decided to hang in Marks & Spencer's instead - clearly where we now belong.

The evening was also eventful so let me take you quickly to my Facebook status (how now) to draw some light:

Lucy Fellows is tired and headache-y and lungache-y and jawache-y and eyeache-y. And is beginning to feel lost in an anarchic existence without limitations or grounding having completed her last exam 13 hours ago. Also, she enjoyed celebrations at Sakura; they played La Roux TWICE yumyumyumyum!

And extra attention paid to the latter part please, as let me remind you that La Roux is only in TWO DAYS! But indeed, Thursday night was I suppose as good as any end-of-exams celebration should be, accumulating most of the A Levelers in the Reading district.

So then there was waking up the next day which wasn't hard, albeit ever so slightly painful in the head region. Like a hammer hammering away at my skull, in fact. Anyway, I decided to run - in intervals - into Wokingham to stock up on some academic books to plaster my new Personal Statement with, and convince the universites that, in spite of my probable lower than expected grades, I have actually read a book in my life and that I do genuinely have many academic interests. Which of course, I do.

Anyway, Friday I got a lift home from the library but compensated by going to the gym with Dan later on in the evening. I thenceforth enlightened him to the world of Sims 3 (don't diss) and we surfed YouTube for Timaya, La Roux and 'Breathe Me' covers to fill the rest of the night. Saturday, I waited around for badminton in the afternoon with Jack which didn't increase my confidence in the sport whatsoever, and straight after that was GERMAINE GREER which was very insightful - her book 'Shakespeare's Wife' seems to be full of scrumptous social history and heavenly hypotheses about what life was like during the 16th century, and more importantly speculating on the real character of Anne Hathaway, which was fine by me. To know the man, look at his wife, they say, and indeed she has inspired me to conquer Shakespeare until my heart's content.

Well I'm bored now and beginning to waffle but LONDON tomorrow so yay! Night!

Fail to plan, plan to fail. Apparently.

Right, plans for summer! I've been waiting all year to make this list, and now I come to make it I realise how LITTLE time we have to cram in the best use of our freedom until we all sail away to adult-land. That's what they call it anyway. So here are the main events (and apparently the best use of our time) for the coming weeks:

Thursday 18th - END OF EXAMS YAY THE HELL IS OVER (although in my heart of hearts I know I'll miss them. I'm already feeling the Hamlet withdrawal symptoms)

Monday 22nd - London shopping with Dan, baby!

Tuesday 23rd - LA ROUX OMG I MIGHT EXPLODE. Though best leave that until AFTER I manage to navigate us there. In the car. But AA route-planner seems reasonable comprehensible - how hard could it be? It's meant to take 2 hours but I'm still a motorway virgin you know, so could be tight (ha)

Friday 26th - Seeing Agatha Christie's 'The Mousetrap'. On my own! I figured that nobody would want to share this ultimate experience with me (I've wanted to see it for aaages! I saw 'And Then There Were None' back in 2006 and LOVED it). I read some years back in Style magazine from the Sunday Times (a highly reliable source) that going to the theatre solo was actually quite fashionable; not to mention very, very sophisicated. Which, you know, is me all over.

Tuesday 30th - School Leavers' Ball! And this is actually the end. No more muck-up days, end of term parties, leavers' assemblies... This is it! The ultimately final opportunity to eat, drink and be merry with the people who we spent those dizzy and wondrous years of adolescence with. And to be able drown our sorrows or celebrate accordingly.

And that is all I can think of to keep me occupied for the time being. At this present moment, I have a French exam to revise for which is tomorrow morning and I'm having a rather large dilemma because I don't really know how to revise for it. Plus, I'm on the phone listening to Dan orate his Business revision. And I'm doing this. I think I'll just fall asleep with my French podcasts on repeat; hopefully my mind will absorb all the vocab, grammar, spelling and translation required in its state of subconsciousness. Here's hoping...

First.

Yay for first entry! I felt the need to document my excitement for the FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF MY LIFE! Yes, you heard - today a very important letter arrived through the letter box which defined my hopeful arrangements for the coming month of September. What letter, you ask? Nothing less than my au pair-ing contract signed and sealed by the family who will become my host for 10 months until June of next year! So now I can finally come out.

About my plans, obviously.

So I intend to use this blog to rant/rave about every forthcoming until my deptarture from Angleterre and beyond. I've had many diaries over the years but never managed to keep one for longer than about two weeks because I have an attention span of a chicken. However long that is. So I don't care who reads it (though of course, I do) but I hope to happily carry on talking to myself and improving my writing skills along the way. Well that's the main idea!

As for my life at the present, where I can only hear the great bells of the future from a long way away, I have two exams looming over the next week. But after Thursday, the summer holidays officially begin! Can I still call them that when I no longer go to school? Ah, there's university. I'm also very excited for reapplying; the summer, when I'm not working or doing other fun things, will be a time for working my way through a (currently non-existent) reading list, so I can slap my new personal statement with stuff that I have actually read and subjects that actually interest me. I also need to find out what I want to study.

Bring on the soul searching!