AWAY!

The weather is annoying me so much at the moment. It cant decide whether it wants to be really sunny or really rainy. Buy an umbrella or wear a coat I hear you say. But I have naturally curly hair, the absolute bain of my life.  This is ok if i do my hair curly but when i have spent an hour straightening it the last thing i want is to go out looking relatively ok to college then return with a frizzy mess on the top of my head! ahh lol but I spose the only thing I can do is moan about it and I do apologise.

Reading tickets go on sale tomorrow evening and I want one sooo bad! i am so excited about the fact that Blink 182 are possibly playing, they were probably one of the bands that saved me from decending into the pikey-esque of my school.  It will also be such an amazing end to college as most people will probably be there and I can show off my tan after my two fabulous holidays. I love music so much and Reading would probably become one of the best things I've done ith my life relating to music.  So you can probs guess that if I don't get one I will cry lots and lots. And beg the Readin people and anybody with a spare ticket. I have recently been trying to decipher whether I was a gig person or a club. Gig, club, gig, club. So i decided that I am both. I love both so much and I think it is true that you can have some people who never go to either a club or a gig in their life but I guess i'm not picky.

Fleet has become a regular hotspot of Sixth Form students of late.  I was there last night but thursdays are definately the bets days to go.  Pub, Bar, Club is the usual routine and always guarentees a good night. I thankfully didn't drink last night so I was actually able to get up this morning. It has still taken me all day to do stupid history (which yes I should have done on friday) but its still hard and i still need to do some english.  But i do have some photographic evidence of reasons why i havent done work and that is my fat cat Venus who thought it would be good to first of all spread herself across my lap than tried to steal my highlighter cos i was highlighting and not giving her a fuss.  This then progressed to her deciding that the only way to get across to me how she need me to stroke her was by laying herself across my work. I do love her very very much but she is pain some times.


Oh my days, my a-level drama just keeps getting better an better. On friday we went all the way to Salisbury to see what was meant to be an award winning production of Tis Pity She's a Whore.
IT
WAS
TERRRIBLE!
And i don't mean normal amatuer terrible I mean seriously terrible.  So terrible in fact that our teachers were laughing which sort of led to a wave of every one of the 50 students there to giggle for the rest of the performance. There were two extras people who clearly were just put in for the sake of it and they only had one line each at the end of the play. (hense blog title)
Extra 1: Away... AWAY!
Extra 2: oh err... AWAYYYY!!
At this point Dawn ( who was next to me) snorted rather loudly meaning i had to bite down very hard on the programme that I was holding. all in all a splendidly gigglesome night accompanied by the shockingly shit performers who were supposedly Drama Degree graduates.

I also stood up for a really good mate on friday (who I can probably never tell due to the harshness of what was being said) but I hope they would appreciate it because i looked like an idiot in the process. Hense the response "don't stand up for them Tash, it makes you look like a twat!"

I would just like to say a big thank you to Miss Dawn Cottrel for being fabulous and listening to me on our long coach journey on friday. I of course listened in return but my lips are sealed you nosey people so no i shall not tell you! I had one of the funniest moments ever last night which a few people may appreciate (especially a certain Sophie Clarke). A certain guy who regularly thinks it ok to come dance with or touch a girl who is not interested (again a certain Miss Clarke)  was put in his place last night, not by witty words or a punch in the face but just by my good friend Becka screaming in his face.  I wish I had a camera at the time because the shock imbedded on his face was momentous. Thank you.

I promised myself, after 3 nights of being out late in a row, I will be in bed by 10.  I am hoping to stick to this so good night, farewell, I shall speak to you soon.
Loove xxxxxxx