I f***ing hate that f***ing bitch of a f***ing piano teacher called Miss F***ing Marsh!!! She's so f***ing unfair on me!!!

All I did was ask for 1 piece of help. I asked her to suggest a good fingering (Not THAT fingering, you sick minded people!!!) for a section of the piece that I was finding difficult. And do you know what she did? She started going on about how I obviously hadn't practiced and I hadn't achieved anything if I still hadn't figured out the fingering, and didn't even take into account that MAYBE my plate might just be a teensy bit full and practising the piano isn't really a priority in comparison to some things like now.

I was so angry I couldn't even retort because I was on the point of bursting into tears!! But the fact is, it REALLY HASN'T been a priority. I've had so many things to do, like preparing for my singing exam, my musical theatre exam, and the strings competition (Which I'm only doing because guess what? I ACTUALLY KNOW HOW TO PLAY THE PIECE!!). Miss Marsh wants me to be in the piano competition too, but I don't want to because I haven't finished learning the piece yet. Not to mention, I'm in my GCSE year with exams to prepare for, and coursework to finish, because unlike she seems to think, I have DEADLINES to meet!!!

She completely ruined my day. I can't wait for next year, so I can go to Wells Cathedral School, and will have a DECENT TEACHER, and piano lessons in which I feel like I've actually achieved something!!! I don't like any of the music teachers here except my violin teacher (whose lesson is the one I look forward to every single week).

On the morning of the 14th February, two young women are sitting at a table eating breakfast. One of them has long, blonde hair and green eyes, and is extremely pale in complexion. The other one’s also blonde, but her hair is much shorter and her eyes are green, and her figure is much fuller. Their names are Regina and Araminta, and they are lovers.

Araminta is eating coco pops, and is squirting a rather atypical substance into them – chocolate syrup. It comes as no surprise to Regina that she’s making remarkable food combinations yet again, although she wonders why Araminta insists on adding more chocolate to what’s already chocolaty itself.

“Minty,” she says to her lover. “Are the coco pops not chocolaty enough already?”

“Yes they’re very chocolaty,” Araminta replies, “But the chocolate syrup is so yummy it’s a must-have.”

“I’ll tell you what’s a must-have,” says Regina. She stands up and walks over to where Araminta is, and kneels so that her face is level with her lover’s. She leans in and kisses Araminta who, thankfully, doesn’t have any food in her mouth at the time. When she pulls back, she says “Now tell me. Isn’t that a lot yummier than chocolate syrup?”

Araminta narrows her eyes, defeated.

The exam was freakin' hilarious. I took the piss so many times.

Question: Why is better to keep the patients' information on a database rather than on paper?
My answer: To save trees.

Question: What is a disadvantage of buying groceries online?
My answer: You can't choose which bunch of bananas you want.

And HERE's the good one:
Question: Evaluate the health and safety issues with computers in offices, and say what you can do to help these issues.
My answer: When working at a computer, one doesn't get much exercise and is vulnerable to getting a hunched back. People shouldn't work for too many hours at a desk, but should get up and occasionally take a walk. Don't stare too closely at the computer screen because it emits radiation. If you can't see what you're looking at, either enlarge the font or get glasses (or use a magnifying glass if it helps).

Yes I really did put the bit about the magnifying glass. And all my friends also had really hilarious answers.

Here's another one.
Question: What is it meant by the term 'modelling'?
My answer: A way of advertising clothes. (OK I didn't actually write that but I really, really wanted to!!)

Half the exam wasn't even about IT, seriously. It was soo funny. Unfortunately we were cooped up for a whole hour and a half in there, when everyone finished the paper in about 50 minutes, so we were all sitting there staring blankly around for half the time.....

Latin poems are weird.

No, really, I swear some of the sentences don't even make sense. There are some completely contradictory things in there.

Like, there's this part of one poem that goes like this:

"In short, he begrudged neither chick peas nor the long oats he had stored up. And carrying a dried grape in his mouth, he gave half-eaten scraps of bacon wishing to overcome with a varient dinner the choosiness of his guest, who barely touched the individual items with his haughty teeth."

My head's buzzing.

I'm gonna fail my exam.

Or maybe not. Maybe I'll get half-marks for translation, even if I get practically nothing for the style part of the test.

God knows why we even need to do this anyway. I'm not gonna need some creepy fable about 2 random mice when I'm older. Especially not in Latin. I wanna be a musician. HELLOOOO, do mice even have anything to do with music?

Uh, not the last time I checked...

School is just about the most boring place I have ever been to.

I'm sitting here at the computer, typing away, and thinking how I happen to have no exams today. When one doesn't have exams at this school, they have to remain in the boarding house, and what is there to freakin' do in the boarding house?!?! Guess what - NOTHING!!

I could always revise, but I can't exactly do that all freakin' day, and that leaves me with pretty much nothing except computers to entertain myself with.

It's not so much that I hate the school, but I really can't wait to change schools next year because my next one, Wells Cathedral School, seems so much more exciting than my current one (Downe House). Seriously. I'm so bored.

To sum up my day today...

Wake up, get dressed, have breakfast, come back to the house, sit around for ages, go to the music block and attempt to practice, exhaust all musicalness I have within me, return to house, check e-mail for about the 5th time today just to see if anything's happened since, maybe, an hour ago, sit around even more, eat toast, check my e-mail again, sit around yet more, eat more toast and check my e-mail AGAIN...

This is starting to get rather repetitive, isn't it?

I actually wish I did have exams today. It would at least give me something to do, and something to talk about afterwards. Then I might be motivated to revise harder, which would waste a little more time, and I wouldn't be so freakin' bored!!

And now I think I really want to go to Fushi's juice bar, but since that's all the way in Dubai, I think it's kind of out of the option.

It would be so much healthier than about ten slices of toast...

Damn it, why is school so restricted?!?! I mean, we don't even have a town nearby, only a post office which is about a 40 minute walk if you can be bothered to make the effort.

-Sigh of frustration-

It's only the beginning of term and I already can't wait for the end of it.

Wish it was summer. But it isn't. Damn.

Yes, I made it ALL THE WAY to 7 in the morning!! And I can safely say I am NEVER going to do that again. The sun was rising before I finally went to bed, and I only got 4 and a half hours sleep, so now I'm absolutely shattered. I can't wait for tonight, and then I can go to bed early and try and get back into a normal sleeping pattern.

Well technically it's 25 to 4 in the morning, but the fact is, it'll probably be 4 by the time I've finished writing this. Our NYE party has just about ended. I'm lying on my bed in my bedroom. One of my friends has completely conked out on the floor of my bedroom, in a sleeping bag. The other one is lying on the other side of my bed, on her belly, messing around on her laptop. VERY loud music is playing. By now, I'm wishing they'd just turn it down cos it's giving me a headache, but the grownups, aka my parents, are probably too pissed to notice. I already tried and failed to get dad to turn down the music, but nope, apparently that's not happening...

I wore a long red and gold dress and a red and gold mask, which got complimented several times (I'm sooo unmodest but ah well...). Several such comments included 'stunning' and 'beautiful' so I spent the entire evening feeling good. (More unmodesty...do I care?) I drank 4 cans of diet pepsi so now I'm EXTREMELY high on caffeine, which is primarily what's keeping me awake right now. I am determined to beat my staying-up time of 5 in the morning!!! I want to see if I can make it to 7. That will be interesting.

The party itself was excellent, although if I'm completely honest, it doesn't compare to last year's, which I actually preferred. Nevertheless, this year we had a FOG MACHINE which was SUCH FUN!!! Not to mention, my friends and I spent the entire evening DJing. It was good to begin with, but after a while, we ran out of good songs to play and people stopped really being in the mood. That was depressing but by then my legs were aching from standing up so long so I didn't really care.

The food? Okay. Dessert was great but the actual food itself wasn't fabulous. Except for the salmon on bread. YUM.

Oddly enough, I didn't actually spend much time with the other teenagers. I actually spent a lot of time socializing with the adults. I am quite mentally mature for my age; thus I prefer having proper conversations with adults, rather than hanging out with teenagers who do nothing but drink and talk about shit. They bored me after like, ten minutes and I was back with the main body of the party talking to all my mum's friends, colleagues, etc. Which was way more intersting than drinking. And no, I didn't drink one single drop of alcohol. Feel proud of me.

Oh, and if this is of any interest to anyone, I finally got the camera I was meant to get at Christmas! YAY!!! And thus I now already have about 50 photos, all having been taken on the same evening. Strangely enough, apparently the issue with my camera was not the first time it's happened. Gods the people at Virgin Megastore must be seriously messed up...

Anyhow, I have now run out of shit to talk about, and am only typing for the sake of not dying of boredom. Boredom = sleepy, and sleepy = bad when I'm trying to break my staying-up record. I'm going to shut up now, before you, whoever you are, fall asleep just reading this. :)

We're having a PARTY!!!!!

Our theme is masquerade. I'm gonna wear a beautiful red and golden dress with a red and gold mask. I guess it'll make me look a little like Christine from Phantom of the Opera, a character I've yearned to play all my life. (But as it happens I can't act to save my life. Singing, sure, but not acting, but 2morro night will be great fun!)

There's gonna be 50 to 60 people there, my parents are hosting (Like usual. For that matter, mum's saying she's never gonna do it again but we ALL KNOW she is cos she always does in the end. It's just really stressful for her). Then there's gonna be all the teenagers, aka the offspring of those 50 to 60 people, some who I unduly hate and am going to have a real job of keeping out my bedroom for fear of the leftover odium of beer the next day.

I am contemplating whether I can beat my staying-up time of 5 in the morning? As it happens I've never quite managed to make it all the way through the night. Well I'm only 15. I always imagined that whole-night things were more an adult thing. Actually last year I lay in bed for about an hour before falling asleep, so effectively my staying up time was 6 in the morning. Scary. Several years ago that would have been my getting up time to go to school.

I had some friends over 2 days ago for a sleepover. Actually it was only meant to be 1 friend but the other was dropping rrreeeaaalllyyy heavy hints that she wanted to be there so I thought I might as well. We messed around on Sing Star, me typically ruling the game (That's right...no modesty like usual!) I confess myself to be a pretty good singer (Even less modesty, but oh well). I really want it as part of my career in the future.

But I'll stop talking about that now. Whoever's reading this probably thinks I'm a complete showoff.

Tis the morning after boxing day.

It's 10 to 12, I only got up about half an hour ago. Somehow I managed to wake up in the morning, go back to sleep and then wake up ages later.

I just downloaded three Celine Dion songs (Everyone: Oh GOD...) that I heard on the 'A New Day' DVD I got for Xmas. Seriously, I fell right in love with them. I already know half the words.....

I was browsing around the internet and I came across this discussion some people were having about Celine's son, Rene-charles, and whether he needed to cut his hair or not. Some were even suggesting he'd be gay when he's older. I mean, seriously, I felt so bad reading it because it's Rene-charles's choice, and Celine and Rene's choice, not theirs, and also simply because they were arguing over something so trivial as a HAIRSTYLE.

I was thinking, why should it matter what he looks like when Celine and Rene have hearts of gold and so will he? They are great people and should not be put down just because Rene-charles has long hair. If he's happy like that, then so be it. That's his decision. I think people are just really jealous because Celine and her family are such great people, not only in that they're famous, but in their hearts.

That said, I really admire Celine because her heart's always in the right place. Everything she says and does always has a deeper meaning, even outside her singing. Her perfumes, for example. I got her 'Belong' perfume for Christmas. It's such a beautiful scent made with an important message behind it. It was one of my favourite presents.

Celine is my role model, as is she the role model of millions of people. If more people were like her, the world would definitely be a better place.