Bad Behaviour & a balmy summers evening.

I have a bbq key! I had to surrender my bike for it. oh well.
Its shaping up to be a beautiful day
YAY! Last night was a lovely balmy night.
It was the final night of Gradbars beer and cider fest. It was good Cider. :D
I spent a great night with Great friends

And Soulrigg played.

Raph. Awesome voice, causer of bad dancing from beth, emily, lucy and rach.
Shameless changing of lyrics to include his own name and making us think he'd finished when he hadn't.
It was so amazing.
I had a great time.

And now! For a swim. before a shower ahh happy :)
I shall tell tales of BBQ later
Bethxx

A Day of Shameless behaviour,and other things.

My dearest readers, I have runaway.

To deepest darkest south Cartmel.

For this place doth offer me curry and silence. Oh blessed silence! Oh Gradbar how thine noise doth anger me yet thine sweet cider makes me so happy that you serve something that is not Strongbow. A cider veritably milked from the urethra of Cats.

It also happens to be Matt's house.

Thats Matt. He's currently yelling at Warner bros' bad skills in Middle Eastern translation.

So,
Friday,
Yesterday, (NB I started this blog on Saturday) was a day that can only be described as a day of Shameless behaviour. Mainly pertaining to 3 individuals. It was the day of the South West Big Chill. A fun day with activities and Live music and dance acts and general randomness that occurs on S/W Campus.

The first is one Michael Steer

he stuffed his face with grapes jumped all over inflatables and had a thoroughly good time in the call of being a "fresher!"

The second is the self proclaimed, tea fuelled superwoman.

Yes, it's Lucy,who was on the verge of bursting into laughter as I took this photo.

As Soulrigg's Head Cheerleader (all shall become clear. It involves more shameless behaviour), she determinedly fought against the reliably unreliable Lancaster buses to make Soulrigg's slot. And as Raph and co. are terminally 5 minutes late (or an hour, I believe George has developed an equation for working out Raph's lateness) she made it on time. Thenceforth she proceeded to (mockingly) take one of the numbers personally, with perhaps one of the best running commentaries I've heard since I last watched a Film with Anna's cousin, proceeded to apologise throughout. "I've told him I'm sorry" , the perreninal "Blame DELC" and the classic "its his own fault". I have no idea what song it was, Lucy was too funny.

And the final act of shameless behaviour?

It pertains to this individual.

She was unaware they were under surveillance.

Their act of shameless behaviour?

To take complete and utter credit for the final song in Soulrigg's set. Loudly. Before then singing along badly. With actions. 

And I refuse to make an apology.

I am totally responsible for Raph's addiction to B.o.B's "Don't Let Me Fall". Had I not posted it on my FB wall he may not have found it... 

However. I can hear murmurings of confusion.

Who/What is this Soulrigg you blog of?

Soulrigg is a fantasic soul/R&B band that Raph helped put together here at uni. Raph is an amazing singer and I believe has released a song that you can actually buy on iTunes. I don't kid when I say he's an AMAZING singer. To quote Lucy "Raph sings so good it hurts!" But don't just take my word for it: Soulrigg has a Facebook Page and they have everything you need to know.

BTW, I will continue to plug these guys. Raph has an amazing talent.

They're playing Gradbar tonight. So I shall go be a hypocrite xD

OOO! I founds doughnuts!

So Saturday. 

A day for acquiring food. Unfortunately it is necessary that I eat, I find cooking a chore and a bore.

Whilst in Sainsburys I not only bought the aforementioned Doughnuts but I also found Mark's perfect soup. 

A soup could not be more aimed at students.

Or my mad best friend.

I think they may have imbibed too much of the key ingredient the day they thought this up.

I had to take a photo. You wouldn't believe me otherwise.

I physically held it and didn't quite believe it. 

I also bought batteries

HETTY HOOVERS! At Last xD.

Also that took way too much effort. Damn blogger's inabilty to use certain file types!

I amused myself at length hoovering crumbs in the kitchen at 12.30AM this morning. Possibly the single saddest thing I have ever done.  I refuse to apologise. It was too much fun. 

You may recall I opened the blog with a rant about low quality cider. Sainsburys however has come to the rescue.

I refuse to spend the £7.00 on the big green bottle but 4 of these for just under a fiver shall amuse me throughout extravs, aussi J'ai un bouteille de vin!!! (Lucy will understand, so might Emma but the rest of you can remain ignorant as to the true extent of my lunacy - though I suspect most of you already know >.<)

The can pictured above contains a cider of superior taste. Only the French make it better. French Cider is a treat. Plus one can have substantially more of it without feeling wobbly. At an average strength of 2% its lethality in the "it suddenly seems that, that lamppost was much closer than it seemed" stakes, is greatly lessened. It also doesn't tasted like someone poured vodka into apple tango. 

So now we finally arrive at Sunday.

Which has been a thoroughly, (A word I cannot spell), enjoyable day which involved a delicious long lunch at spoons with friends after church. To those who have not discovered the Spoons Sunday club deal, well done! it means that us lot can still put 5 tables together in the Richard Owen without complaint. My last time at Spoons till September. Mainly because this is my last Sunday in Lancaster for this academic year, as I move out Saturday. Where did first year go??

 Now if you'll excuse me I have to bake cookies!

And pack.. D'oh >.<

Beth xx

A failure to launch.

Oooo I can post from my mobile :0!

So today I failed to get up, stupid headache, failed to go swimming, stupid boiler and some how spent nearly 2 hours in the managment school café

Had a damn good chat with Emma though!

I did earlier have a read of Anna's blog from yesterday, which caused a great deal of laughter when my housemate for next year then posted this on facebook http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aP3gzee1cps&feature=player_embedded.
Before long this will be her cat.
I have a thing for cats. Well... anything cute, soft and furry usually cracks open a whole tin of awwww. Although, Cats are possibly the best they are fairly independent, love a good snuggle, ( ok I'm not stupid, I'm soft warm and comfy and I'll give it food. It doesn't actually love me. Dogs however do love you but unfortunately haven't learnt about breath mints yet) and are unendingly adorable. They are also unendingly stupid.Whilst pretending to be oh so very clever. (Dogs on the other hand are clever, they just act stupid because it makes the human laugh).
I'm not allowed a pet. Its not that mum doesn't like animals per se, but she claims shes already got three to chase up, look after, clean up behind and so on and doesn't need a 4th. Also Fur gets everywhere and cats wreck furniture ( www.simonscat.com - very excellent website with humourous cat animations).

On further failures of today:

I cannot think of anything to go to My Sci-Fi themed extrav as. This worries me. Alot. I'm supposed to be in the geek clique. I had one Idea but it would require a working knowledge of how to use a sewing machine + the actual possession of said sewing machine. Please post any ideas in the comments box, on facebook or tweet me @Bethk91.
There was another failure I find it pressing to write about... But that would require remembering what it was, and so far that isn't going too well. Which, I guess is a failure in itself.

Today I seem to be blogging in a style that reflects my life right now. Aimlessly. Admittedly since I finished my exams my immune system took a nose dive and I've been suffering some kinda nasty lurgy that wiped out most of yesterday. I'm pretty sure I blogged and crawled back into bed yesterday. I was full of good intentions for today. Before I woke up with this headache.  It's been nagging at me all day and I'm now out of paracetamol. What with 3 days of sore throat, whatever happened yesterday and then this headache, should I develop any aches or pains now I'm very much stuffed. I probably ought to go shopping. I'm all out of Jammie Dodgers.
Lucy and I agree about Jammie Dodgers. They're pretty much unbeatable. They're always the first eaten out of the biscuit variety box. You know, like the strawberry creams in Quality Streets.

In what may come as a great surprise to some regular followers of this blog. I have washed up. If I only could find that spoon...

I'm really rather hungry... I could murder a pizza. I really want a really good pizza hut pizza... mmm pizza.

Right I'm off.

Matt says we can go to Pizzetta.
Nom. Nom. Nom.

Bethx

An apology, an epiphany,and boredom.

I must start this blog with an apology. To my flatmates, I had a horrible feeling earlier today. When I revise I put my headphones on and forget the world outside the boundaries of my desk. This leads to me singing without realising it, and often its badly out of tune because I can't regulate something I'm not aware I'm doing. I caught my self doing this earlier sorting paper and had a sinking feeling. If you heard this, you have my deepest and most heartfelt regret. You can ask my mother. Its not pleasant. Stupid thing is when I'm not in iPod land I can sing. Or so I'm told. It can help that I don't try to sing Whitney Houston songs or anything that from mid to high to notes to quickly. I can't hit high notes easily, even when singing properly.

But get to the main blogging.

So exams are over, and I'm free! Free as a bird. Free to Google myself and nap indiscriminately. Coincidentally, should you feel like googling me, as I did, I'm the ninth result returned! :O

However having done this, rolled out of bed at 10 to 11 with out any feeling of guilt, (a feeling that is in its self blissful), been to the doctors to get a prescription and eaten breakfast. I found myself very bored. I find myself without a purpose. Like general studies. 

Mother promptly instructed me that I should find a job. At a loss for any better ideas, I did so. I talked to a few agents looked at a few jobs that seemed suitable till they turned out to be in Buckinghamshire or somewhere very much outside of  a 20 mile radius of Pontefract. After making an appt. to have a meeting with someone in the Wakefield office, I was far to despondant to further my search so took me, myself, my runny nose, sore throat and by then headache for a nap at 12.45 without thinking I really should do some form of homework/revision. Before crawling out of bed for lunch at 2.

So I am left to decide for myself as to what to do. The problem is that the ironing is staring at me and I have no good reason not to do it, this also applies to my laundry. My room could do with a clean, so could the en-suite, and considering there's washing up on my desk I'm guessing I can't ignore the load in the kitchen for too long. 

Suddenly the world is the right way up again and now I just wanna go buy some fresh baked brownie and some cream and watch friends, possibly even revise French.

"CALL THE MEN IN WHITE COATS SHE'S FINALLY LOST GRIP ON ALL SANITY!"

I'm perfectly serious. Whilst unable to sleep last night, (it seems you can be too happy to sleep), I had a 1.30AM epiphany. I actually like French. (always knew i had masochistic tendencies >.< I like to make life difficult) HELP. 

I guess it works out like this. I've learnt French since I was 6/7 years old. Thus for almost as much of my life as I can remember I have been committing acts of Carnage in French. It is, admittedly quite difficult to completely destroy the French language when you're learning the alphabet, numbers and how to introduce yourself. But, if my track record is anything to go by I'll have mixed up my numbers and introduced myself as a fish at some point. So, it has reached the point where I either make the last 16 years of my life worthwhile and I use it; or I lose it. 

I think Seb may get very bored of my incompetent Franglais before the year is out. 

Yet after a break and some calm thinking, oh and a full weekends worth of hardcore grammar. I might not be quite so hideous at French as has long be thought. I'm hoping next month will bring a 2.2 in French. If it does, me and my 2.2 shall march to my old sixth form, nail that 2.2 to a certain individual's door and in my very best French tell her where she can put her comments about inventing a grade below "U" especially for me. I don't suggest one bothers to translate it.

 Honestly? I'm going to miss French. Put the phone down I don't need the pyschs... at least not for another few weeks.

However,

I have some blogs of (dubious) note for your delectation.

I must note that apparently, I caused these blogs to exist. This worries me somewhat.

It seems that blogging is viral. 

Anyway. Today's First Blog:

The Life and Trials of a Paranormal Romance Reader

The first thing is not to be put off by the title. The aforementioned Paranormal Romances are most usually overlooked in preference for tales that could inspire the next confessions of a shopaholic, problems with "dad rock" and chicken. She also mentions this character called "beanpole" a lot. I don't know who this "beanpole" is but apparently she's irritatingly tall and skinny.

The second blog:

Lucy Leaves to Learn the Lingo.

I have already moaned that this individual is taking her baking with her to Europe. But in this blog you find out precisely what happens when Lucy, her baking and special brand of crazy hits Bilbao and Geneva. I am also thinking about talking this cake making maestro into blogging her cakey creations...

I know I shall be scrutinising this blog and taking bountiful notes about what you should and shouldn't  do on a year abroad, as after all, they're letting me loose in Germany :O

Now if you'll excuse me, I must go chase Mark up. Boy needs to get his butt to Lancaster. It'll make for a more colourful blog xD

Lets see how long I can avoid the washing up...

Bethxx

I'M FREE!!! Froggy Carnage and FREEDOM!

I told you I wouldn't get anymore imaginative :P !
Freedom it seems is expensive.

Anyway.
So having spent the entire weekend in the Zoo, developed a sore throat, (ah post exam lurgi, go infect someone else.), eaten my weight in wotsits, and a peculiar 3AM nose bleed, (I thought I was dying);

My alarm went off. Never have I been less pleased to hear the first 3 chords of Durch Den Monsun. It has never before taken 3 cups of coffee for me to take my duvet off. 8 AM was never so painful as this morning. To make it worse as I was trying to leave I couldn't find my keys. ANYWHERE.

They later turned up. Under my mattress

I had looked there 3 times.

I finally made it to the exam. Sans Keys.
Long story short, no- one does evil quite like DELC's French Division.
Department sounded too friendly.
I'm sure they could've found a more incomprehensible text. But I'm pretty sure they'd have dug it out of the 11th century to do so.
Anyway
 Got out of the exam.
Myself, Emma and Lucy go swim. Its whilst there that we learn the the pool is not chlorine treated, but ozone treated. Its supposedly hypoallergenic. I can't say I've noticed the difference.
Then after finding my keys we went shopping. It was thus that I learnt that the next two weeks could be expensive.
We ended up in TKMaxx. Watching Lucy shop is like watching an express train or a snowplough, though more like a clothes plough. Quote of the trip? "I like to imagine I have a unlimited bank balance!"
Talking of quotes.
Emma and I found this in a Past paper
"L'amour est comme la grippe. ça s'attrape dans la rue et ça se termine au lit."
It continues to entertain us.
Anyway I've had a rather good day. I may also be about to fall asleep at the comp. So before i develop verbal diarrhoea
BYE!
Bethx

An Exam, Silbermond, Impending French and a question.

We'll start with a question. How do you change a vacuum bag?
Ok that sounds bad but since I was about 8 or 9 we've had a dyson so by the time I was really emptying the vacuum, vacuum bags were a thing of the past. Henry however has lost suction and smells funny. Also I could probably do a better job with a broom.
Please don't mock me.


English happened today.
I was weirdly calm. Like a determined fart in a trance. I understand that may sound odd, but it works. Tunnel vision suggests you could have elicited at least some kind of reaction from me. What I remember of the exam involved something about a mild panic over four essays instead of 3 and intense pain in my hand. A severe case of exam claw. Its very similar to revision claw.
But its over. And i came back gathered my papers and folders together marched them out of my room and deposited them in my box in the trunk room. Why I yelled, "AND STAY THERE!", as I exited is for the psychologists to discuss.


This now leaves me with French.
I shall be on hiatus from tomorrow 'til Monday.
I can tell you what monday'll be called.
"I'M FREE" Froggy Carnage and FREEDOM!"
I may get more imaginative between now and then but considering that all that lies ahead is French Grammar it seems unlikely.
Highly unlikely.

You see that blue book at the top. Its more horrible than the reddy/brown one below it.
Also I was hyperventilating when I took that photo back in October. discounting the huge textbook in the middle as I had that already. That's nearly £100 there. They've been joined by several books since too.
And it happens all over again next year.


ARGGHHH! Thank goodness for auto-save. That was nearly crying under the desk time.


Anyway.


Silbermond.

Totally meant to blog about this yesterday. But then again, yesterday I wasn't actually a functioning human being.
Silbermond are a German rock band, I guess the best way to explain them is to compare them to Paramore. Except they're not. 
I have this ongoing internal war as to who is better.
Paramore have a habit of winning. 
On the sole basis that I don't have to think when I listen to their Music.
That works on 2 levels. 1. Haley Williams is American thus writes in English, I'm not convinced Steph Kloß has spoken English since she left Hochschule = Paramore means I don't sit there and berate my German.
2. Silbermond have written some quite thought provoking music, also when I'm tired enough, Symphonie moves me to tears.
Silbermond also win in that Thomas Stolle is fitter than any of the guys in Paramore ever knew how to be xD. 
Sadly I have to overdose on my Silbermond Phase tonight as, until Monday afternoon, German is banned. :/ I find that my superiority in German has a negative effect on my French, like the time I gave half a paragraph of my French presentation in German, the Austrian girl in my class said it was near perfect. Its not my fault I was talking about the German part of Belgium. It happens.
Back to Silbermond though. Below I'm going to post some You Tube links for you to enjoy. :)
So 'til I start procrastinating,
Bethxx


Symphonie:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxijG1N4jF4&feature=relmfu

Unendlich:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3oPyXuvTS0&feature=related

Irgendwas Bleibt:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9sfknBJlmoo

Das Beste: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqcXnjAx7dk&feature=relmfu

Wednesday. a swim. going crazy. and a forthcoming exam.

I have an exam tomorrow. Sadly its an afternoon exam which doesn't finish till 5. 3 essays, 3 hours. I'm terrified. I hate exams. I hate the nervous tension and the unending revison. Tomorrow shouldnt be too bad. hopefully something has sunk in. Hopefully.
Its 130 I have the heebjeebies about tomorrow for. I don't think I can remember it.
However. :)
No.
I'm not convinced.  :s

Having spent most of the morning either in bed or panic i finally settled down to some work before going to a swim with my good friend Emma. Where I also ran into the awesome Emily :) Unfortunately if you stay in water to long you turn into a human prune. not great, so its back to going crazy. which i did. with aplomb. I'm sure at somepoint i was taking this blog somewhere. All I feel now is tired.

When suffering cabin fever and tired i get philosophical. And i'm pretty damn sure that much as that is an integral part of planet beth. That none of us wanna to go down that road right now. Particularly as me, myself and I don't like each other too much right now. So I'm gonna go to bed dream of syntax, morphemes, Standard English (Standard capitalised as I'm refering to the concept), poems, why its ever so important to be earnest but probably mostly about a life outside of this flat.

I can't believe there's only two weeks of first year left... In a year and 3 months I'm going to Germany. For a Year.
I'm gonna go suffer something that probably equates to premature culture shock,now, as I gibber about 6 bins under the sink, a public transport system that isn't reliably 5 mins late, and weird food, with not a tin of beans or a jar of Marmite in sight.
Or a decent cider.
And apparently the coffees terrible.
That and the tv's two years behind.
I may learn discretion. Or I may speed talk in English and terrify people.

You have been reading the ramblings of a lunatic
Normalcy resumes Monday.
Whatever "normal" is. I think it might be very boring myself

I'm pretty sure I was signing off.
NIGHT!

Bethx

To settle an arguement

I must apologise for this next post.

A friend stated you could not fit my whole length in to a picture with out being miles away.

This is proof to the contrary.

Now I'm going to bed.

This Anna, is all of me, look!

Oh and again. You is poo pooed

Time

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Today was Poetic

Having spent the past 5 minutes trying to compose a limerick, I hope that what ever spawn I produce never go through that Limerick obsession phase that besets most kids at some point.

Thankfully however I was not analysing Limericks. Unfortunately, however I was analysing Yeats.  I wanted to kill myself.

AH HA! I have just removed the American dictionary from Chrome spellcheck. It made me happy. Thankfully I installed English UK. I'm too tired to actually spell these days. I may not  have to carry out my threat of a Noah Webster Character Assassination. What a shame. I was looking forward to that.

 But other than the aforementioned limericks and hatred of Yeats, the title is a lie. It just sounded good, kind of...

Much later...

But I promised to talk about some randoms I posted pictures of yesterday.

So I will.

After drinking half a bottle of Fanta. Why must Chinese have so much MSG in it grrr...

This individual, posing with a phone named Derek, is Anna. 

Naming her phone isn't the weirdest thing she does. She has a 6 yr old (at least 6 years anyway) laptop named Nathaniel, and a female cat with a French boys name. She has another cat too. She's collecting them, cats and books, books and cats she collects them.

She's my best friend, adopted sister (we adopted each other - there ain't no paper here). She's odd, brilliant, a lover of opera, bad 80's music, and vampires and her ambition is to be the crazy Cat lady. She also tells me she hates me frequently. See. Told you we were sisters.

You see that one. The one doing the chicken? Yeah? That's Mark.

He keeps saying he's had a haircut. We've never noticed :P

One of our Mutual Friends thinks he's gonna be a serial killer. I don't agree.

His 86 year old German grandmother is the most entertaining woman I've yet to meet.

He gets annoyed when Germans don't know how to queue

He's the only person ever to have blown a pancake up.

...or to have such a disrespect for the French language as to use a French dictionary as bed support.

But best of all he's my best friend, who's always there worries too much and still owes me a bottle of schnapps. I miss him muchly.

Ahh these two. Dom and Conor.

Only one thing to say really. Pokémon. Oh and that they are awesome, if slightly dirty minded. Also Conor likes to make much hate with Anna. No, I don't get it either, but never before has friends insulting each other been so much fun. Dom also dates Charlie :) She's awesome and I've known her for nearly *GASP* 9 years. Damn I'm getting old..

Theres more of them :) This is Laura. I miss her.

Now for the Uni Gang:

This artistic cultured person is Amy. My best friend and future house mate. She's also best friends with my cousin. Who, is slowly achieving his life long dream of making a minion as he turns, Andrew (Amy's bf), into a David clone. Its scary. Also I nicked this pic. It was taken in Berlin. How is it fair that the art student makes it to Berlin before the German student? Go Figure.

There's Hannah -  She's lovely bubbly and makes me smile :) 

This is Henry Hoover

He thinks he's sleeping on my living room floor next year. He's not. His last name isn't hoover either. Its a nickname, which stuck.

These next two are most special people :)

They'll kill me for this pic later...

That's Emily the awesome. And my Uni Mummy, Lucy.

I have already started my sulk that Lucy and her brownie baking are going to Spain in the Autumn. The Spaniards don't deserve brownie. I get to keep Emily though. And I get to bug her on camp too. 

This lot are the Cartmel Gang. They're pretty cool to.

Anyway. That's those randoms dealt with. Guess I better go hide. Now what did I do with that Fanta....

Till I next get bored,

Bethx

Some photos nicked from facebook. They got nicked ages ago for my wall of fame. :

A day in which my hand hurt but nothing much happened.

It's during Exams that my life gets so excruciatingly boring, that owing to my rolling out of bed at 11 and feeling horrendous, the highlight of my day was, walking to LUSU Central to buy Jammie Dodgers and watching "Definately, Maybe" with my boyfriend whilst frantically texting Anna - we watch films and talk about them via texts, or IM, its kinda whatever is available at that point in time- though weirdly if we watch a film together the most we do is the occasional "ooohhhhoo!" I'll let you work out what may cause that noise.
So today consisted of watching pretty much anything on the tele whilst working through the last two lectures of on of the 2 modules for this weeks English Exam. Tomorrow I have to start on the other part of it. Then comes French.

French.
I am so eager to revise French that the week and a half's washing up in the kitchen looks like, Double Chocolate fudge brownie fresh out of the oven with a full can of cream nearby. Scrubbing my overpriced en-suite bathroom from top to bottom seems equivalent to lying in bed all day just because you can. Doing the 4 weeks worth of ironing I shoulda done whilst watching Friends re-runs look like sitting on my butt watching friends re-runs.

I hate French.

Two years ago, if you'll forgive me, French was my "raison d'être". Well maybe 3. By 2 years ago A- level French  had come into my life and my tutor dumped a load of: "I pick favourites and least favourites; of my least favourites you are the worst", all over an already bad enough situation. Less about that though... though one of her lessons sounds more appealing than revising french at least in there, there was banter.
Untill yr 12 I loved french. It was one of my favourite Lessons. (I am a total geek - forgive me) Now the mere mention of the subjunctive brings me out in hives. The Passive causes cold sweats normally only seen on a menopausal woman at 2AM, and there are days when I can't even remember how to conjugate avoir and être. And I learnt that aged 7. Except multiplication I can remember most things I learnt at seven. I never figured out times tables.

You may be wondering why my hand hurts. After all I mentioned it in the title. I have a severe case of revision claw. I've been writing so long i now have cramp in my hand, that and I shut it in the door. Never quite got the hang of not leaving my hand in the door frame either. Cost me a thumbnail once, it wasn't pretty.
 Anyway I'm off for a swim first thing so i should probably get some shut eye.

I'm gonna blog a bit about these guys next time. And a few others. The Pod sixers. My uni mummy (she makes me awesome brownie, doesnt shout and force me out of bed in the morning xD)
The amazing Amy Gilliand may crop up.
Henry Hoover and Hannah too.

Anyway I better go. I'll want to edit the sense out of this, or into it. I'm not sure which....

Bethxx

Why first year exams suck. And other random events in the life of Beth.

Ok. So I'm grumpy today. Though I suspect my mood would be drastically improved if I could get to sleep before stupid o'clock in the morning. Its been years since I blogged, not since the far off days of my "Myspace" account and procrastination against GCSE Revision, and that was exactly 4 years ago. Scarily enough, now my brother is doing the same thing... except with a PlayStation.

So, instead of my trademark rambling, I probably should attempt to introduce myself. I'm Beth. I'm 20 in 26 days, (this is a prospect which is more terrifying that my french exam in a week and a half, and trust me I'm desperately think of ways of passing the exam with out sitting it... though I may actually have to teach my self the subjunctive >.<) I study  English Language and German Joint honours at Lancaster University, which means I have to take a first year minor in a subject of my choice. Who knows why I did this, but I took French. It seemed like a good idea at the time. As for any hobbies? I have an addiction to Facebook ( or so my boyfriend says) I go swimming when i'm stressed and make scrapbooks. I'm also a Nail Tech for fun, meaning I make pretty cool nails on everyone except myself, Ambidexterity escapes me. I also enjoy causing confusion, particularly in the case of my A-level German tutor who was convinced that by the end of yr 13 I would have untaught him German.

I have several blogging friends who inspired me to get back on the blogging bandwaggon, Emmy ( WIR SIND NICHT ALLEIN! -http://braceletlady.blogspot.com/), Dom (http://thedomdomdomdom.wordpress.com/) and my crazed best friend Mark, who writes his entirely in German (http://lifeasastudentaufdeutsch.blogspot.com). I guess i should mention The Pioneer Woman too. Her life on her husband's ranch doesn't exactly know how to be boring xD

Anyway.

So currently I am very aware of the level of procrastination this blog is currently affording me, ( I no longer care about the evolution of Standard English). the problem is most of my friends have already finished their exams, (Lancaster's are relatively late) and as a large number of my friends are in second year, (long story, its better you don't ask, I may blog about it sometime), they too have finished. So its me on my lonesome in the learning zone. (Aka The Zoo)  This makes revision even less appealing than it normally is. At least at home should life become too much, one gets up and walks the 10 mins to Anna's where much Coffee is consumed.
In addition to this first year language exams are solid. If you've ever done an A-Level exam with translation and an essay imagine that but with 6 pages of grammar preceding that. Not Fun.

In unrelated news I swam a kilometre yesterday. I only took swimming up 2 weeks ago and there was an enforced break in there. I was rather proud.

As it is now midday and I'm not dressed I think it might be appropriate to wear something other than my pajamas and huge oxford uni hoodie (my friends used to call me the Oxford English Dictionary - its an in joke) to the zoo I'm gonna go.

This is kinda of how I feel right now.

Bethx

P.S. If Chrome auto corrects my perfect English English to US English once more I may generate a whole blog on it. Prepare for a Noah Webster Character Assassination. (He doesn't care, he's dead. Which is probably good for him, there are a lot of hacked off British English teachers out there.)