A delicacy

Ladies, Gentlemen and Daniel...



I have an English exam tomorrow, and have done not one smidge of revision.

I did try! I promise! Lauren and I went into school today to attend a revision class. However, we were 30 minutes late, and when we got to the room, there were loads fo people that we didn't know... we got scared and ran away.



So instead of what could have been a boring yet productive afternoon, we had a fun and totally unproductive one by going to visit that big, brown statue that Geordies think is ugly, but that they are secretly proud of. Yes, the Angel of the North. I'd never been before and I have to say it's quite an intimidating structure. Although i do appreciate it much more now.



This, believe or not, was not my favourite part of the day though. I know what you're thinking... "What could possibly be better than visiting our very own angel?? CRAZY BITCH!"Well, I will tell you. It is a type of food, a delicacy really... strawberries... dipped in milkybar yogurt. MY FUCKING GOD IT IS HEAVEN!! HEAVEN I TELL YOU!!!

We bought this amazing concontion in ASDA, where I saw, and spoke to, the lovely Anne Broomfield. She's a legend that woman.

I must go, my screen has died.

Wish me luck for tomorrow! :

xx

Que Sera, Sera

I am really irritated.

• I am going to fail this year and it is all my own fault, because I am lazy and lost interest in everything.
• I have an exam on Friday and do not know what to do in it.
• People have such bad grammar these days it's an absolute joke. I may be a snob for saying that, but is it really too much to ask someone to know their own language?
• I have no money for anything and I am going on holiday in less than a month.
• The washing machine is making a really high, drilling noise.
• And I have no nice tabs, only Christine's horrible foreign lambert and butlers. Sick.

On a happier note... not long till I never have to go back to 6th form ever again :D

Also, I have a plan... I think. Instead of going to uni this year to do PR and French as I planned, I may well take a gap year and work. I'm sick of having no money and want to be able to buy what I want. I also just want to start my life. 3 more years in education? It just seems so daunting and heavy. I probably won't get into uni anyway the way I'm going. No revision does not a good mark make.

I'm quite excited for next year, I don't know what I'll be doing, but whatever it is will be completely new to me, and that's really exciting!

Night! Again :) x

Where did you park? Africa?

Yesterday, I went to town with four lovely ladies, called Laura, Alex, Lauren and Emma. Poor Emma, who had already had quite an ordeal that day including a broken-down train and a missed passport appointment, had to wait around in Newcastle for about two hours, while Lauren drove the rest of us around, looking for a suitable parking space. "Where did you park? Africa?" was Emma's response to this.



After town, we were stuck for things to do. Five girls, one car, limited amounts of petrol and money, there was only one option left for us... camping. (Dun dun dun!) While Lauren swore blind that it was only 5 pound a tent, the campsite warden heartily disagreed. So, after searching every nook and cranny, to find the odd 10 pences and coppers, that would build our pathetic amount of money up to 15 whole pounds, we (and by "we" I mean Alex and Lauren) set up the tent and broke out 2 of the 49p disposable BBQs, that Emma had bought from her place of work and second home, T J Huges. They took AGES to light. We didn't have matches. Only lighters. We had lots of food though, just no BBQ tools to cook it with... we resorted to using the sticks from the kebabs, which made no difference anyway because most of the food still turned into coal. Nice.



Anyway, I started this particular blog because I wanted to talk about a matter that has bugged me from a young age; sharks.



Now I understand that no one wants to befriend a great white and that yes, they do tend to kill people. But people come on, if you were in the wild and had to kill to eat, you would do it too. They don't even eat humans anyway! They go for us because they think we're seals and when they bite us and realise that we're not, most of them just mosey on. I really think that sharks are so misunderstood, it makes me sad. AND what about sharks that don't even eat meat? Like basking sharks? All they do is float around with their mouth open catching plankton. I wish I was a basking shark, what a life. Even though they are nearly extinct.



I want to put pictures on here but I don't know how. I just rang Daniel (who described my blog as "Twilight heavy", hence the lack of Twilight mentions... until now) but he is a busy little bee. So, when he gets back and can tell me what to do, I shall add pictures from last night and maybe a wee basking shark or 2.



Meanwhile, I shall continue to watch season 4 of Sex and the City. Where Carrie is back with Aidan but Big is ringing her, Charlotte is quitting the gallery, Samantha is sleeping with the guy with too much pubic hair who stole her cab. and Miranda? Miranda is lying naked on her bathroom floor in pain, only for Aidan to come rescue her, much to her disapproval. I would like to mention that the episode previous, was the one where Carrie repeats "you have to forgive me!" about a million times in her doorway. Come on Carrie, get a grip.



Goodnight x

Honey, welcome to my box.

Hello there lovely people.

I feel very Carrie-esque sitting here on my sister Christine's laptop writing blogs. I made a comfy area complete with pillows and an ashtray, which makes me feel even more like pre-Aidan Carrie. Although I must say, Carrie letting a man convince her to change her lifestyle, makes me want to grab her by the shoulders and shake her into feminism. Especially when Aidan ends up marrying a furniture designer, AKA a female version of HIMSELF!! Issues? I think so. But who am I to condemn those in love?

My friend Steven, who is also inexplicably awake at this hour, is complaining that it is his birthday in less than a month. I mean god, it's not like at 25 you have the rest of your life ahead of you. You may as well reserve your grave the second you turn the dreaded two five. This whole thing reminds me of Sex and the City (those who are not fans of the show, you may as well give up reading these blogs to be brutally honest, I will probably refer to it a lot) you see, Steven is complaining about having to check a different box on forms. I only wish he had someone equivalent to Samantha to say "Honey, welcome to my box", in the saucy manner that she does. God Samantha, how I wish I was you.

Moving on from Sex and the City, I am now watching Pride and Prejudice for the second time tonight. I am growing increasingly more in love with Mr Darcy every second. I can say the same concerning Kiera Knightly, call me a lesbian if you wish, but I think she is GORGEOUS. A traditional beauty. Like me of course...

Why is it that men just aren't made like Mr Darcy these days? Or Edward? And if they are, why don't they seek to include themselves in my life?

Daniel thinks I'm touched in the head for the way I go on about Edward. But Laura is the same. Only she understands the depth of my love for him haha. Also, why is Jacob hot in the film for New Moon?? It makes it so much harder to hate him! So does his part of the book in Breaking Dawn. He's really quite funny. But let's pretend I didn't say that. If you have not read the Twilight books I highly recommend that you do. Unless, of course, you have recently been thinking that your boyfriend does not do enough for you. In this case, reading about Edward Cullen can only end in heartbreak. Your expectations in men will become stupidly unrealistic and you will end up as cynical as I am. It is not a good place to be.

I should really stop now, it's 3.46am, the birds are chirping and I have to be up tomorrow so that I can meet Alex to go to town, preferably without falling asleep on the metro and being compared to the Eldon Square Tramp by the other passengers.

Night :)
xx

The Pilot

Ok, so I was watching Sex and the City today (as all people worthy of knowing do) and I found, once again, that it evoked in me the desire to move to New York and to write. As the option of moving to New York is unreachable at this present moment in my life, I decided to act on the latter, and that, ladies and gentlemen, is how we are here now.

My lovely friend Daniel Welsh also writes blogs (www.sillyolddaniel.blogspot.com), which I have to admit, are much more thrilling than I could ever hope mine to be. He is also an inspiration which lead me to creating my own.

As this is my first blog, I feel obliged to tell you a bit about myself. (Please do not feel that you have to read this next bit out of politeness or common courtesy, I warn you now, it may well be every bit as tedious and soul-destroying as Sixth Form.)

My name is Catherine Keane, I live in a wonderful, mystical land known as Jarrow. I like languages, films, books, the beach, the stars, my friends, my family and other such things. I work in Viva (formerly known as Vibe) in Shields. I have an annoying habit of correcting people's grammar, as my friends will all too happily agree to, should you ask them. I am a "dreamer", as my mother likes to put it. This particular characteristic renders me hopeless when faced with unrealistically perfect fictional characters, such as Edward Cullen and Mr Darcy.

I think I'll leave this blog as it is actually, I did have things in mind, but I think I'd prefer to stop and immediately start writing my other one straight after. Who cares if it's 3am? Who needs sleep anyway?

xx