T-SHIRT

I WANT THIS.

And I don't care if you call me sad. Hey, I like Lionel Richee...so much that I can spell his name so wrong

I'm even seeing ALL SEVEN Osmonds in concert on Friday...with my mother and her Donny crew.

AND THEN June 14th - I have a date with Bruce Springsteen at the Millenium Stadium!

I'm one happy chappy.

For all the above reasons, and then fact that I've had a couple of mind-blowing days. I've finished sixth form. So that means...I have no more lessons. I know at Uni I still learn, but not a lot will be in the lesson format that I have been in since I was three. It's really rather bizarrly odd.

The celebrations came about from an awesome BBQ at Graham's house. Followed by some Wii (I came joint first in mario cart *does happy dance*) And then an immense cycle home, which was LOVELY. Furthered by some beer and some cider at the Beer Festival in Cambridge

And I have had a quite simply amazing day today. An eight hour shift starting from 7.30am till 3.30pm and then I went to Corinna's Birthday Celebrations.

:D

VEGAN GOODNESS ENTAILED. I learnt how to bat in Cricket. I showed off my rugby moves. I cheated in croquet. I ate far too many cumen potato wedges. And arranged some flowers. Whilst being photographed and laughing at Jen's hair.

But now that I write all this down, I feel somewhat guilty for being so happy...

My Mum is ill again. Quite seriously.

Differential equations. One of the hardest bits of my upcoming pure maths exam. And something I never want to do. In my last lesson with a certain maths teacher today, my brain made the connection between this hard method, and the friends I keep.

You see, with differential equations you have everything together, all messed up, the X's with the Y's. But then you have to seperate them, so on either side of the equals sign, you have X's and Y's. Nice and neat. It's what is called 'seperating the variables'. And then you intergrate to get an similar equation, with the X's and the Y's together again in harmony.

Now, this is similar to my friends because some how I'm getting the feeling that I have to keep my friends seperate. I have to take the X's to one side, and the Y's to the other. Seperate the variables.

For a long time I always thought that I was being stupid. Having two different faces for different people. Then, on one occassion just before these two groups of people came into contact, one person said to me, "Don't take offence, but I don't like her much." Which grated me slightly at the time, but then I thought, 'That's fine, I mean, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Right?'

However, like I said I hate differential equations, and this seems to be one big one that I have gotten stuck on. I have seperated the variables, but now I can't seem to complete the question, to get one equation with the X's and Y's together.

*sigh*

Again, I am over thinking things. I've been happy so far with this - why should it bother me now?

In other news:

- I now have hot water and central heating. Yey!
- The exam period has started - two yesterday and one next wednesday and then loads after halfterm.
- I'm been a relativley happy chappy.

:D

That is all.

Dear all the men in Cambridge,

I would like to talk to you civilly and make a polite request.

I know that when the sun comes out, people try to stay as cool as they can. However, I would like to know why that means that would give you the right to walk around topless all day long. It's just not decent. There are children around. And even when you don't have the perfect abdominal muscles and they are saggy and frankly not pleasant to look at, you all still somehow think it's all ok to walk around with your top on.

Granted, some of you do have toned muscles, like all you rowers out there, which aren't too bad to look at on my cycle home from college. However, I'd rather you did not have your top off, after all if I get distracted on my bike I could have a nasty accident.

So basically, I'd like to make a polite request. To all the men of Cambridge, please don't walk around topless, because it's either a: indecent and unpleasant or b: too distracting.

And it's not like women can strip off their tops either, so it's just bloody unfair in that respect too.

Thanks for reading, I hope you take my request into account.

Yours sincerely,

Nic.

Ok, so I actually have the bestest friends in the world. The past couple of days have been amazing. Yesterday was my eighteenth birthday, and for that, whilst I was at my Mums at the weekend, they came round my house and did up my garden.

More details of the actual events of the Groundforce makeover can be found here on natashaspqr's blog.

They did it in secret, and I had absolutley NO IDEA. Apparently they have had the idea since Easter holidays when they came to paint my house. (They didn't do that in secret, I asked them nicely for that)

And I still can't believe they did that for me.

But what I found most bizarre was that in the previous three hours in which I spent on the glorious X5 cross-country Cambridge to Oxford bus, I had a revelation about the different types of friends I have, and very much so intended to blog about it with the title "Friends are like statistics variables - either discrete or continuous" and would go on to explain the metaphor. However now I feel I don't want to as it doesn't feel 'right' anymore, because it doesn't matter whether the friendships I have are discrete or continuous as the gratitude and love for them is now undefinable.

They actually make me smile. They are there always. And I cannot possibly think I could live the life I lead now without them.

P.S. - on the last post, I've said how I love being at my mums...but thats before my dog decided to throw up and poo in the kitchen. *rolls eyes*

I'm at my Mums house at the moment. And I love being here.

Firstly, I see my Mum, little sister, Step-Dad, dogs and cats all in one. I get to spend some time with them and forget about the trouble and bother (mostly from Bob) back at Cambridge. In the house, I have less responsibility on the housework and stuff (though I am still helping out and generally being a good daughter) but I'm pushed by everyone to do my homework and when I am doing that nobody annoys me and they even make me cups of tea and stuff. It's relaxing and satisfying. Like right now, I have been given free reign of my Mum's flash laptop with wireless to do my revision, when at home I would have to clean the kitchen before doing anything to do with college. I think it's the difference of living with a house-proud Mum versus a lazy Father.

Yesterday was a great Saturday. It was easy and I got tonnes of revision done, getting above the high ninety percents in my practice papers for my Maths resit. This was after a two and a half hour round trip for my Mum and Step-Dad to get their new posh chav-parent car (or so I call it, when actually it's a Rover 75 estate with cream leather interior) from Watford, and also after I was rudely awoken by Stephen shaking the caravan and throwing the dog inside at 9am.

But then I opened my birthday presents (which included a hologram poster of a Cyberman with a Dalek, the Tenth Doctor and a Tardis in the background, a Doctor Who Encyclopedia and a flash camera) so it was all good.

After all this, we all got ready to go out for my pre-Eighteenth celebration in the evening, in which everyone this side of the family could make it. The people who couldn't make it were my Aunt, Uncle and little cousin nor my older siblings. But to replace them, my Mum secretly invited my childhood best friend, which was so good. I hadn't spoken to her properly in about a year and it was still the same as always. So anyway, the full guest list was Me, Sam, Mum, Stephen, Rebecca, my Grandma, and then my step-grandparents. We went to the 'posh' Chinese and I got the waiters singing happy birthday to me and I received a free ice-cream with a sparkler.

It was a really good day yesterday. In which there was no irritation!

Oh, and I just HAVE to put in this quote from yesterdays Doctor Who which made me LOL.

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The Doctor: [Wearing a gas mask] Are you my mummy?
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Brilliant. Just genius.

Well anyway, I think this a long enough blog...and I'll get back to revision with my black coffee, the hollyoaks omnibus and telling the dogs to shut up every time someone walks by on the field opposite.

:D

Oh, I love being at my Mums.

You know the feeling when someone just irritates you and you can't shake it off for days on end? Everything they do just gets at you, and the same for everything they don't do. You can't help but think that 'my life would be so much easier if you just left me alone to do my own thing'.

One person at the moment has been doing this to me recently, Bob. (Blatantly a codename, for descretion purposes) Bob annoys me. Bob gets in my way. Bob stands over me when I'm concentrating. Bob invades my personal space. Bob gets angry with me when I tell Bob that he's doing these things. Bob doesn't understand why Bob irritates me, which only irritates me more.

I feel down as a result. As Bob and I don't have a mutual understanding and I feel the irritation is getting in the way of me moving smoothly through the period before my exams.

Hmmm...

Maybe me and Bob need some time apart...

On other notes - my two mocks today got me so angry. My maths I finished early. Half an hour early, which scares me slightly since I should take up to a half hour longer doing the exam. My History mock was the complete other way round. I had too little time. My second and third paragraph were cut so short (I think about six lines each) and my conclusion was three lines. I felt like crying when I handed that in. It was the last mock with Mr Peters we were going to do, and so not good if the last one before your exam you completely fuck it up.

You know what - I'm going to blame Bob.

Argh.

Why isn't life that one bit easier?