Just when I thought I was safe.

Oh Channel 5 what have you done?!

I hope your £11 MIILLION "investment" goes down like a sack o' potatoes.

How could you do this to us??

How?

It bad enough with such as TOWIE that useless wastes of space flaunt themselves shamelessly, with no regard to self respect.

And let us not mention X Factor.

C4 dropped it because it was dropping viewers like a hot air balloon drops ballast on ascent.

But no. You drag its half decomposed corpse out of the ground, because of all of the "reality" TV shows your "Investment"  has been the worst of the lot, the biggest pain in my rear end, a non stop controversy machine, whose sole purpose was to see how many contestants it could cause to bitch, fight, have sex and nigh on kill each other. And weirdly enough after a whole day of putting up with such purile behaviour in day to day life, do I really want to see it in an intensified situation on the TV?

NO!

BUT!

I am not allowed to be disinterested!
No I must be told all!

It is screamed at me from every Red Top I walk past. The Fail and sometimes the more respectable papers get their Knickers in a twist over it. It gets itself on the news! And worst of all? It worms its way on to my Facebook and Twitter feeds.

But Still!

I don't care.
Never have done.
Never will do.
So
Channel 5,
for the love of all that is pure and lovely,

Please let Big Brother Rot In Pieces.

Bethxx

Humph.

Holidays are the devils advocate.

they really are. Currently I want nothing less than to be slogging my guts out in the Zoo, moaning and hankering after a holiday. At times they are awesome. little doubt i shall spend bus trips blogging from my phone whilst on camp. I shall have procured my self a front seat have whipped out my headphones and told any child that dares set a toe out of line that I'll set Emily on them. If Emily fails i shall merely menacing whisper the words "bossman" and "No Pleasure Island" before watching them zip their lip, re adjust their halos, and tell the individual they were previously trying to kill how much they love them. Kids ey?

Anyway I have managed to get photos off my phone. It hasnt been fun and to rub salt in I'll probably have to reformat it again as the comp still isnt recognising it in mass storage mode. >.< I hate technology.

Heres some pics of what I have been doing

This is my brother.

We were on a trip to Morrisons at the time. We were after Ben & Jerrys.

this is my foot.

We'd played basket ball earlier. I used to be quite good. It seems I'm still not bad.  Shame my arm still hurts. Physical exercise and I aren't great bed fellows.

We had a bbq. Or an Outdoor Meatcook as Conor likes to call it. It was a great evening so many people I hadn't seen in forever! Even Anna some how made out of the house, which led to comments from Mark about wheelchairs.

Also I has Hat

Name that Baseball team!
Bet you wont.
Bethxx

A big cough, a big box, and a Big fail... or two.

I have a cough. it keeps me awake at night. Last night it was so bad I thought I may throw up. it kept me up to the wee hours. Eventually I got to sleep. Then eventually I crawled out of bed. 3 minutes before the train i should be on to Wakefield left. Big Fail 1 of the day. Loudly announcing my displeasure I sat up. And promptly started to sneeze. It has only just stopped.I would like to thank my mum for this pleasurable experience. Having missed the train I wasn't going to wakey. The bus fare is, to be perfectly honest, extortionate and I refuse to pay it. On the train with my lovely Railcard it is a measly £1.80 return to Wakefield. on the bus its £5 return. for a much longer nosier, busier more uncomfortable journey. Plus as we were off to the cinema and i am particularly keen to see the film, not sleep through it, it just wasn't practical. Plus for once my dad is home. He doesn't get home very often cos of his job, and I miss him. So we decided to go investment shopping.

I have finally brought myself fully into the 21st Century.

It involved acquiring a big box.

I liked the colours on it... (there was both Pink AAAAAND Purple!)

I liked the contents even more...

and the price even better.

Early summer sales are great y'know :)

I've wanted a new tele since I found out about the switchover. To put a box on my old one was an electrical nightmare. After September to run one tv, which under analogue needed only ONE plug, would for digital need 3. My room has a total of ten sockets. Of which 9 are in permenant use, (Mrs Bennet is a machine of numerous components) number 10 is reserved for miscellaneous such as mobile phone chargers, hairdryers and printing. I was dangerously close to having to lose my DVD player.  Now however my DVD player is in my tele!

However, I nearly had to leave my lovely new purchase in the shop.

Even Bigger Fail No. 2.
I left my purse at home,

I left my crucial piece of plastic at home.

I had to talk my Parents into paying for it.

This meant I had to online transfer the money to my Mum.

I hate Online Banking. I rarely have to use it, but every time I log on there have been some security upgrade, making my previous log in details redundant.
Every time, I have to ring the bank.
I can barely check my bank balance with out one or other of my banks screaming at me to download their security software.
Problem is I haven't room for their bloatware.
Mr. Bennet is one hissy fit away from becoming Mrs. Bennet II (At some point I'll blog about how my comps got their names), truth is, i cant remember all these codes!

Urgh. I don't have enough money to be worth stealing from.

OOO! My TV has a digital recorder!!
I'm off to figure it out.
:DDDD

Bethxx

But for this junk....

Why do we form such a sentimental attachments to what is essentially rubbish?

I wish I knew
I'm being some what brutal at this precise moment.

Well, I would be were it not for an item of comedy, in the form of weekly communication between a friend and I, which has caused a large amount of distraction and entertainment.
It has caused a major digression. I have even turned on Mrs. Bennet and am now churning through some classic precursors to this blog.
The previous incarnation of my ramblings we're emailed out to a select mailing list each week. It was as such a much more free and frank discourse than, for reasons of libel, I could ever post on here. Also reading through these past ... I guess you could term them rants, it appears I was nothing short of mad. I had a partner in crime who, now  refers to me  on a regular basis as beanpole. It appears I used to discourse on every thing from NCIS to my hatred of Voicemail and Buses, two things that remain entirely unchanged.
As does my hatred of dust, which is currently in great supply.

I am in the middle of the yearly bottoming out.
Every summer I take to my room and clear it. Get rid of things I really am too old for. Its a sad business.
Each year I get more brutal too. I have a feeling that this year is going to be the worst for a long time.
Some things I'll shall inter in the attic with other things that in future years can be dragged down for any children I may decide to have. Most of things include stuffed toys and dolls, toy buggies and cots.

Right I have a stack of paper to cart out to the recycling bin whilst its dry.

I keep finding awesome old things.
Like my boombox.
my year 9 textiles project
My kite

It seems I have a wardrobe xD
A neat and tidy one.
Don't worry it wont last.

I'm getting bored of this no doubt there's a whole day of it tomorrow >.<

Na night!

I stopped worrying...

Amazingly ISS managed to keep their servers running and bang on 10, I received the very welcome news that I had passed first year with a flourish and even managed a 2.2 in French - go figure.

Also yesterday, Christopher (my 16 year old brother) went for induction at the "Institution" known to everyone else as Pontefract NEW College. However he forgot to take any money with him, so I trekked across to deliver it, in the self serving hope of getting to see two very good friends. An aim which was fulfilled.
In my 3 years at NEW College (I had a rather major change of direction, and decided that I didnt in fact want to do medicine and so dropped the subjects i had previously been studying to allow myself to do Languages which I felt much happier with.), I had the great privilege to be taught to by some amazing individuals, (and the forbearing to suffer others, who shall remain nameless) these included the wonderful Tosh - ( No I'm not being rude its short for Santosh) - My German tutor. He's an inspiring teacher, but sadly after 19 years is leaving NEW College. Its a sad thought, he's not just my teacher, he's my friend and I'm gonna miss this self declared grumpy git. I'm pretty sure if he reads this he'll attack my grammar accusing me of absolute carnage - but if it wasn't for his time and effort and passion I'm very sure I'd be doing a boring single honours in English having just dropped French off the top of Bowland Tower, he is single handedly responsible for re-igniting my love of German after a particularly discouraging teacher at GCSE. I have a massive respect for Tosh and I hope that whatever option he takes next he enjoys it.
I hope when I qualify that I can be as good a teacher as him. In my opinion life is made better by the slightly mad teachers, those who have a real love and passion for their subject and a genuine interest in their students.

The other person I managed to see yesterday wasn't a teacher in the traditional sense, but she taught me a thing or two about organisation and life in general. Another person who is now more of a friend even though she started out as my study mentor getting me through 1st  year Chemistry (of which I remember nothing) but Jane Rolfe (Rolfy!!!) became a brilliant friend and a rock who could always be relied upon in a crisis to set me straight, give me a tissue and screw my head back on, (I'd forget it otherwise).
I wish I could find her on Facebook... though it wouldn't surprise me to find she's not on there xD

On another topic entirely, it surely can't be that physically exerting to play the piano! I have been watching the first night of the Proms whilst writing this and the concert pianist is positively dripping in facial sweat.

I think I just admitted to being slightly more cultured than I'd like people to think... I hate art galleries and gardening. Art Galleries remind me that i have less artistic ability that a spider that accidently walked across an ink pad; and gardening because of spiders, soil, slimy things, pollen, bugs, bugs and did I mention bugs?

This Concert Pianist has HUGE hands. Seriously fingers like rulers.

Anyway today.
Today was JD's Birthday. So a bunch of us tramped off down to xscape. We found ourselves many entertainments. But it culminated in bowling. Dom refused to use barriers. Dom, in the final game got a grand total of 27. Beth laughed alot. We shan't comment on Mark. But for those in the know he wound Dom up in a way only Mark can xD. It was a throughly enjoyable day. I'm having a few of those atm. I do hope it continues.

Anyway its time to start mentally fortifying myself and taking as many supplements as I can to ward off the lurgi; for Camp cometh. In 3 weeks Me, myself and my tent shall be setting to, in a Field, roughly 10 miles from where I was born, chasing errant prepubescents around it for no other clear reason than that I am in fact certifiably mad. Oh well, I have my mad companion. For sharing in the glory that is my bug free tent, (the inner tent! The best innovation ever in the field of camping... No pun intended), is Emily!
I fully intend to make us a flag. It shall probably declare us to be the Lancaster Massive or some such. Either way it will signify that this duo is a forced to be reckoned with and in the process show us for the madwomen we are. In fact I'm going to buy a tin of Quality Street for our use.

Emily and I met on Camp.

On the first night we talked into the wee small hours, and more or less shared our life stories. As perfect strangers we told some of our darkest secrets. Following this however, came a very detailed critique, nay the worlds most in-depth and detailed critique of Quality Streets. Emily doesn't like the Strawberry or Orange Cream ones. At first I was astounded. Then I figured this was in fact the best thing ever. Emily and I can share a tin of QS's without fighting!

We've been firm friends ever since.


Right I'm off to watch this organ solo I'm told is coming up!

Oh I am truly getting old.

Bethxx

Exam Results.

I hate results day. It makes me incredibly crabby and I feel all sick and ill.

The Waiting is the worst part.

You suddenly start think about everything you screwed up in the exam.

Food is only now acceptable if it contains a precise combination of coco bean and milk.

I have to go refresh my page now.

Theres precisely 3 minutes before I start abusing Facebook over the uselessness of ISS and its servers.

:S

Help??

Bethxx

A birthday, Leeds, a Wedding and other things.

.

So yes I'm now officially old. There is something about 20 that is depressing. One is officially no longer a teenager and thusly an actual adult (you would necessarily notice that I've grown up any, but then again for the next 3 years I can justify a whole multitude of childishnesses with one cry: "I'm a student!"
However, my birthday was a lovely day during which I was reunited with my many mad college friends and met for the first time Mark's German friend Marina. Someone who we should not have introduced to Conor, an individual whose linguistic adventurousness depends entirely on the level of Taboo a word carries with it. Suffice it to say that I'm not entirely sure I ever want to eat Mushy Peas EVER again... and I liked Mushy Peas :/
However we all enjoyed an excellent meal at Pizza Hut (NOM!) before going to watch Transformers 3. A far superior film to the last one, which bored me and caused a severe case of num bum.
I received some very nice presents. I probably ought to make an admission here. At the age of 20 I received my first games console, and now, I'm pretty much addicted to my DS.
Just so long as I don't pick it up your safe, I'll remain a communicable human being.
I can fast see it joining the ranks of my TV, computers, iPod and mobile phone in my mums ever growing list of most regretted presents.
There's a reason mum has only ever bought me one mobile. I've had to buy every other one since.

She also bought me a fantastic hair dryer.

Finally 10 years after I recieved my first hairdryer, and roughly 30 seconds after using it for the first time and getting my hair caught up in the hairdryer, the hair brush and my oddly my teeth I thought, "Can't they just make a hairbrush hairdryer." They have and I own one. This bunny is bouncing with happiness.

I am keeping my old one, for posterity.

That was Wednesday.
Then, logically, came Thursday
Myself , Matt, Mark, Marina and Dom descended upon Leeds. And acquired many, many, many, many granola Bars. Every time we rounded a corner the crunchy nature valley company guys thrust food at us. For Matt and I, every new bar reminded us of Menez. We had a good wander went shopping, I spent waaay too much in GAME, acquiring things for my DS. (A Pokémon game and case) The said shop caused a mini fight between Dom and Matt as to who could get their game card to the assistant first xD.
It was a thoroughly enjoyable day and it was lovely to get to know Marina more.

There were two photos like this. But Dom would moan if i put the one he was in up xD


I didn't actually do anything much on Friday.
Just stayed at home with Matt.

Saturday however,
8AM starts on a Saturday will never be acceptable. Even if it is to go to your friend's wedding.

Matt took this photo. Its the only one I took that day. I was very busy and exhausted.

Unfortunately No photos have yet been posted of the Bride and Groom. But both looked amazing although Andrew's short hair do is going to take some getting used to xD

 Unfortunately a lovely day ended with a Migraine. Urgh. I spent the train ride home feeling very sick. 

Typical

And now I'm feeling very much like applying a jet of cold water to my neighbours. The ones that throw endless summer parties and make epic noise. They haven't even turned the music on yet... 

Itching to use the hosepipe

Bethxx

Chinese, and mad cleaning.

Life has been preety mundane since I arrived home. There is absolutely nothing wrong with mundane, it just befuddles me as to why it has to be such hard work.
However as I blog on the go, I'm sat on a train on my way to make sure Matt doesn't get hopelessly lost finding his way from westgate to kirkgate.

Typical as i wrote that last sentence we pulled into Kirkgate.
I have now acquired a Matthew, run into Danny and Laura, made an appt with reeds and now I'm headed home for a haircut.

Anyway this is all today. I must talk of yesterday.

So 2 weeks late the Knights finally celebrated fathers day; and my birthday. Which meant a very nice meal at The Eastern Court buffet place near Xscape.

urgh matt is eating cold chips with sweet chill sauce. It stinks.
It confounds all reason that this train has to stand here for 20 minutes before it goes anywhere. hurry up!!!

bleh. I'm having one of those days where everytime I open my mouth my sentences are coming out back to front.
Bleh.

Anyway We are now many hours further on and I have just baked cookies, and not much else. Tomorrow is going to be a good day and hopefully a photo filled blog. Though the reason for tomorrow being good; well that ain't so great :P

TTFN
Bethxx


Addendum. I saw a bambi deer today when i was going to wakefield. it was really very cute.
Then I realised it was peeing,
Happy now Dom?

Guess what?

I'm home.
And for the most part unpacked.

And my teeny weeny room is bursting at the seams.

Again... it all fitted in in October!
I can see an imminent bottoming out of my room. I suspect many things will go. As I'm turning 20 I'm pretty sure there are things we can get rid of. They'll be lurking in wardrobes and drawers.

But I have bidden goodbye to Wastwater. Its weird walking out of your spotlessly empty room. Walking down to the porters, (via flat 2 to give Menez a hug and bid him a safe flight and good summer), and handing your keys in. I felt naked walking out of the porters sans keys. You can't swing a just bunch of keyrings around your finger. That's eminently silly.

Its so warm I'm wearing a dress again, this is becoming a worryingly frequent occurrence.

I have just read what my set texts are for German next year. Dear Dr. R. B. I dislike you with ever increasing intensity every time you send me an email!

Oh Djokovich has beaten Nadal. Oddly this makes me happy. I don't know why but I dislike Nadal. Maybe its cos he's Spanish and I've been around Menez too long xD
Probably not though. I can't explain it, maybe its cos he keeps beating Andy Murray. More likely I think.

Its too hot. So I'm home upacked & relaxing. Its difficult to remember that I shouldn't go to bed in the middle of the day at home. But when your bed is this comfy its damn tempting

Anyway I'm off. I have serious sun to enjoy!
Bethxx

A rather crazy week. Brandings, bangings, and squashings.

Before we get into this I must point out that this week has been manic and this blog will most likely have been written across several days. It started on Thursday.

Ok Its not as bad as the title makes out but there have been concussions, brandings and I'm currently sat on my suitcase... must stop buying clothes....FOR PETES SAKE SHUT! Does anyone have a spare suitcase? This isnt looking good.
It all fit in in october...
Wait...
Student loan...
New Look...
New Look's never ending sale...
Plus three uni hoodies...
Lets not even start on the shoes...

Its time for suitcase TETRIS!

 I loathe packing. It is vile. Especially this sort of packing. I'm not quite moving house. I'm desperately trying to do as little as possible. Its working. But I do by the end of the afternoon have to resemble princess Leia... (Its extravs. I'll explain later in the blog.)

Watch me, by Sunday I'll be expostulating unpacking. That particularly will be entirely more loathsome. I have to fit all this into my room at home. Which is already bursting with crap. It maybe time that I take some things to the hospice shop.

This is definitely the last blog from C14 Flat 5 Wastwater House Cartmel College.
Its sad. I feel sort of bereft. It is the passing of an era. In more ways than one.

(just to let you know I have now packed my wadrobe and have reached the "sock stuffing phase")

Its the end of my 1st year of uni. This means the fun's over and its time to get serious. I should also start panicking now in 13 months I depart for Germany, :O I haven't yet decided whether I should write a separate blog for that or not... Leave your comments on that one...
and in 6 days I turn 20. This means I am no longer a teenager. In someways I bid it GO! And NEVER return! In others good stuff happened. Its how I started to work out who I am. A process which is still ongoing.

But I'm sure you're all eager to find out what I've been up to. No? Tough.

Monday started with a swim. Well that's not entirely true but the first clear thing I remember is taking my lonesome off for a swim. My swimming buddies were, most unfortunately otherwise engaged, or in Emma's case trying to work out to do with herself and her big empty house. After a glorious swim in a pool with a mere 4 people (Oh the indescribable bliss!) I spent the following hours veriatably wasting time. I took a fantastically long shower and then showed myself this peculiar stuff called exfoliator, a razor to my legs, mosituriser, and what my mother disparagingly refers to as "the war paint". I then (SHOCK! HORROR!) decided to wear a dress. before going to see the fantabulous Emily and then taking myself of to Lake Carter for my birthday BBQ. At which great fun and much food was eaten by all. Photos can be found HERE.  Highlights included Duck feeding/herding - It seems that in fact one can get Ducks to follow one anywhere if you dangle enough bread in front of them. The other highlight was without a doubt Lucy's Paramore birthday cake which I shall shamelessly Tweet to Hayley Williams/ Jeremy Davis on my birthday because a) I'm sad and B) it would be sooooo AWESOME if they tweeted back... :D

Tuesday -  a day I have largely forgotten.
Though I recall meeting up with Ruth and a large bag of Wotsits being munched. However prior to this came my last visit to the Cartmel Laundrette (cue round of the Hallelujah chorus and amusing dance) The laundrette - it never works 2/3's of the machines are always broken or eat money. It is a parting with all the sadness of a Wedding. I get that Tosh will purposely take that and grasp it firmly by the wrong end of the stick - He loathes weddings... probably as much as I hate packing. I also had to endure the noise of the Lonsdale extrav. No sleep for Beth!

Wednesday

It began with a bump. Then a scream. I shall not miss the ledge behind my bed. Nor shall my head. Even as I finally get round to finishing this blog on Friday night there remains a cartoonishly sized bump on my head. A trip to the Doctors later on that afternoon confirmed what I had known since 9.50. I was concussed. As such I had spent the morning doing very little - read crying at Marley & Me. And they market that film as a comedy! BAH! making fried egg lunches and Ironing. That last word makes me feel the need to facepalm. From a young age it is made clear that as a rule it is unwise to get up close and personal with the business end of an iron, much less grasp it in your hand. However aged 19 and 1/2 years this is precisely what Matt proceeded to do. " hours later it was still too painful to take his hand out of the water, alas he could not sleep with his hand in my sink. I shall spare you the gory details. But I am ashamed to say I laughed heartily at his suffering. Though in my defence he was hopping around my bathroom eating my towel. #I am pleased to report that burn gel and painkillers and liberal application of Katie's ice cubes seem to have lessened his ailments

Thursday
One word: MANIC.
 I got up rushed in to town. My mission? Frantic extrav costume shopping. In less than two hours I had acquire a long white dress for the sci-fi themed Cartmel Extrav. Stop rolling your eyes. My costume was pretty good for thrown together at the last minute. I was told on several occasions I was the best Princess Leia - with the Possible exception of the Dean. Who had decided to come as princess Leia as well. Fine, so what? Our Dean is a guy. XD he pulled it off pretty well though. Photo Link HERE. The Pancake man was present again, as he is at all Cartmel events and for once (oh sweet blessings) he didn't recognise me - I'll have to do the croissant hair - do more often! For those of you who are sat there confused suffice it to say the first time we came across the Pancake Man I made a collosal idiot of myself xD. However preceeding all that drink fuelled nonsense. Came packing (urgh packing), The last Wibbly Wobbly visit of the year! :O For the uninitated Wibbly Wobblys is a burger bar on campus that makes some pretty damn fine burgers. The boys have made a point of going once a week this year on the alliterative "Wibbly Wobbly Wednesdays". After the meat fesr we headed to Grizedale bar, which is literally next door, for Cocktails! There are three things to be said of this trip 1) Chocolate orange Cocktails are actually rather nommy. 2)Matt set out with the express intention of buying the girliest drink he could find. He was please to find that they served Cosmopolitans. without doubt the girliest drink on the planet, thanks in no small part to this little show called Sex & the City.  and 3) the Barman once randomly stroked Menez's beard in Sugar, this led to Menez's swift removal of aforementioned facial hair.
Matt With that cosmo!

Today. (well technically its now gone midnight but...shush!)
Today, I arose, ate breakfast and set to. I finally finished at 9ish. And there is still more to do. I'll be honest. I procrastinated wildly.
This included laughing alot at Katie's attempt to pack her clothes.  It didn't go well. Despite this the trunk room is nearly full all but the kitchen is packed. Oh and obviously Mr. Bennet. I'm kinda using him. Despite the busy day I had tea with my mummy and Matt. Had a drink in Grad, wrote a blog and went for a walk up campus. I also went to central for what is most likely the last time. It all feels so very weird.
Tomorrow/today I shall be blogging from home. No longer a resident of Flat 5 Wastwater House Cartmel College. I shall perhaps possibly have seen this person:

And worked out how to work the shiny silver box in my room.
But till then tune in to the twitter for a running commentary on how much packing sucks.
I may have even seen these people:

Till then,
Bethxx