Worse

                                
Sometimes, all you need to realise that things could be worse is a burnt piece of toast to match your mood. And sometimes you just need to punch someone. :) 
Last night was toast, but I'm not sure if that'll last. Not with this amount of chavs around.
                                               

Decided

 I've decided, no grey. It's not worth it. I don't need it. It complicates things.

In the one day i gave grey a chance, i nearly broke up with MT and spent 12 hours in bed (mostly because of illness, but still). So, on the whole, not something i'm rushing to try again.

Grey?

Do we need it? I've always been one to consider only the black and white of life. Wrong or right. Chocolate or vanilla. Don't mistake this for racism, please, but merely as an intuitive streak. As well as the rash and brash kind, I can't help but notice the ones that only see the grey.

Wouldn't that involve infinite amounts of over-thinking everything?! Which then surely won't come to a decision at all, would just settle in the middle? I don't know. Maybe the grey is the decision. Silly.

It seems that grey isn't the decision for me. It makes me feel unsettled, and I don't need that. I have England for that, I don't need indecision about everything I think of. Boy, that would be tiring.

"Best teacher to have ever taught me so far" goes to...Mr. Copson.

After reading the previous award, this comes as highly unlikely, but I have to give it to him, he does inspire me, in a good way. Not in the way other teachers do- to not do my work.

English essays

English essays must be written AFTER the relevant book/novel/play has been read. Not the other way around.

Here we are again

So. Wow, it feels like I don't know how to do this anymore. And no, that's not some deep meaningful metaphor about my life, it literally means I haven't blogged in so long that I forget what to click on.

Christmas is gone, and so is New Year's Eve. They were fun. Obviously not worth a post however.
Actually I lie, I didn't know what to say. Sometimes, silence is worth a thousand words. There's your metaphor.

I have a new job! I'm not sure if I've mentioned that before. I do laundry part time in a nursing home. It's just as jolly as it sounds, the punchline being the 7am start. Can't complain as it's surprisingly less stress and a lot more pay than waitressing, not to mention I get my personal radio. Score.

Since a blog is about pouring your soul out on paper-which-isn't-paper-because-you're-too-lazy-to-hand-write-and-who-does-that-in-2010-anyways, I should probably mention something about my boyfriend.

MT is more than I could wish for, really. Caring, thoughtful, loving, all that jazz. AND he has more games consoles than I could fit into my room.(my room is quite small, but that's still quite a few consoles!).
To be honest, he's in many ways everything i'm not. Yes, caring, thoughtful, loving, all that jazz.
Good thing he doesn't notice!

There's only so much mushiness I can fit into one post. So that was that.
There's a romanian guy on the horizon, moved here not long ago. I had been waiting and wishing for a romanian person to come here since I stepped on that paved, disgusting, airport floor at Gatwick. And now he's here and I'm disappointed. I want him to not make the mistakes I did. Don't get emo, don't hang on to Romania, miss it in tiny often bits, not in huge, impossible chunks very rarely. I wish he'd realise. At least he'll have someone to fall back on when that happens. Oh well. Let's not dwell, shall we?

Nothing has changed apart from everything

Long time no blogsies. I can't say i've been busy, unless busy slacking counts. Yes, fallen into my old school habits. What would have made this year any different after all? Ironically, this week ze Copsonator is back to teach me english literature for the last time, feels like he shouldn't have left. But now that he has, I appreciate him.

What else...Oh!! I learnt to ride a bike, also. That's another vital skill i now know thanks to England.

I need to go back home soon. It's just not the same.
I don't think I can handle another Christmas here. Romania visit time, I think.
This is just getting rainier and colder. I don't like it.

The Result

Simply, I am pleased with my results. I passed with flying colours. And sure had I revised and had I respected deadlines at least once, the flying colours would have been higher and more colourful. But nonetheless impressive results because of that.

Results day wasn't as dawning as I thought. Admittedly as I got my results handed to me I didn't breathe until I got out of reach of other people, in order to look at them. Naturally the second task was to calculate what profit I had made from my results (from the contract with mum). =)

Simply: the result is me being terrified of next year's subjects. Sink or swim for real now.
Don't be afraid of it, embrace it. IT being 5 A levels + 1 NVQ and job.
Goodbye social life, hello screaming, stressed out foreigner. -waves-

Long Story Short..

Baaaaaaasically..

Been to Spain, witnessed crime, came home.
Went to christian camp, became a christian, came home.
Read a few books, but cannot honestly be bothered to still list them as I go.
Am now looking for a second job; hopefully tomorrow shall tell.
Good, now I'm up to date with the online world. =)

I'm happy too. Which is refreshing. And pie helps.

I still love you, but in a different way, in some ways, even more than before.