Prom, hmmm

So, it’s my last year at my school, and we have a prom. (Though I find it a bit of an American rip-off). I’m not too sure about it, I can just tell I’ll end up nervously standing there, and eating food. Yum. Though all I have to go on this, are old school discos I went to when I was like, 10 years old.

So this lunchtime I was in the media room, furiously searching the internet for help with this Grade 5 Music Theory. It was kind of manic. My friend Chantelle was going around turning people’s computers off for the beginning (as someone of our ‘mature’ age does). I was just sat there chatting with this guy called Jack. Here’s the general (not direct quotes) transcript of what happened: (Starting with Jack)

“So, are you planning on going to the prom?”

“Errrr, I’m not sure, only if I have someone to go with, otherwise I won’t bother, it’s just that-”

“Well, do you want to go to the prom with me?”

“Yeah That would be cool”

And that, is how it happened. Not the smoothest. But the best asking out I’ve ever had (though we’re technically not going out, at the moment it’s just a prom thing).

I’ve just been talking with my friend on the old Facebook, and apparently he was ogling at me.

It’s just a bit confusing, he wasn’t too chatty on the Facebook chat. But we’ve got martial arts tomorrow so I can always hang out then, see what’s happening.

Even though this blog is pretty much about me, my life, and my ramblings. This post just makes me feel a tad bit obsessed. *confused look*

Braces?

So, for the last month or two, I’ve had a dilemma hanging over my head. To have braces, or not to have braces.

I’ve already had a ‘functional appliance’, which was one of those huge metal things that somehow manages to fit in you mouth. Somehow Orthodontists have found whatever power Mary Poppins has over that bag of hers. However they did it, they fixed my over-bite.

And now I’m allowed to have train track braces. Just to properly straighten them up. This is why I love the NHS, and why I can’t understand the reasons for Republicans hating on such an idea. My teeth are pretty straight, they’re nothing like that classic image of teeth growing out in every other direction. Not like ‘The Big Book of British Teeth’ that appeared in an episode of The Simpsons once. But they could be straighter.

So the pros are:

• Really, really straight teeth
• It’s FREE (I ♥ NHS)
• Having good teeth makes your ‘bite’ better, which makes for better teeth
• My friends (one of whom has had braces) said I should. Plus my Grandma

And the cons are:

• Sore teeth, the general discomfort of braces
• Having to always wear a night retainer afterwards
• When I was 9 I had a skateboarding accident which hurt one of my front teeth. There’s a possibility that having braces might do something bad to it? (Very basic vocabulary there)

I hate decisions like these, but at the moment I’m more inclined to saying yes to braces. What do you think?

Ewww, the smell of ‘tanning’

Yesterday I was cycling along the Quay with my Mum, when there was this extremely gross smell. Turns out there’s a ‘tanning’ factory nearby, which was probably the cause of the foul odor. I put ‘tanning’ in comas just in case I’m using it in the wrong way, or it’s the wrong term.

What surprised me the most, is that I’d actually smelled that smell before …

Shopping

The one thing that I really enjoy about where I live, is that to get into the centre of the town centre is merely a 5 minute walk.

Just the previous summer I had the unfortunate experience of discovering why I am really so lucky. My sister is staying across the pond, and whilst I was there I literally had nothing to do.

She was off at school, having adventures. My mother was off in New York meeting friends. My Grandmother was running the household. And I had nothing except a laptop with the worst internet connection ever.

Colorado in the summer is horrible. I was stuck in a ‘gated community’, in a place where everything is 2km away from all other things. I walked to the Walgreens, and to find a post-box so that I could send off for my Star Trek Tee. The roads are busy and noisy, there were no trees along the pavements for much needed shelter and it was naturally closer to the blistering sun. After that I vowed never to leave the blissfully cool basement.

Anyways, I went to do some shopping today …

Movie Making + My New Job Aspiration

So, I’ve been thinking about the future. A little thing about me is that my job aspiration changes all the time, a month ago I wanted to be an astronaut. Trouble is, is that I’m not good at working in a team, a quality they look for apparently. So I’ll have to get into space by some other means, like with Virgin, or the creator of Cirque Du Soleil who did that show.

Instead, I’m going to become a scientist. Perhaps looking at genetics, a future Human Genome Project for instance. Although I am pretty worried about such scientific discoveries being used for the wrong reasons.

And… the highlight of this new plan is that in my free time I’ll make a low budget film, ‘The Blair Witch Project’ style. You know, like how they were so cheap about it that they returned one of the cameras back to the shop when they’d finished filming. That means, that another person who went and bought a camera from that store, could actually have bought one which filmed the movie! Epic.

The movie will get loads of critical acclaim, and I’ll be the next JJ Abrams Nah, in my dreams.

But I do make movies in my lunchtimes. My group are currently making a safety video for a random contest. It’s not going to well, and it brings out the more violent side of myself but it’s still fun.

We’ve not finished filming yet, but we’ve started editing. I get so angry, I have a friend who I’ll call Chantelle. In some of our shots she’s been her usual disruptive self and we’ve got random paper balls flying across the shot. I’m literally in a zoo. No joke.

It’s Complicated

It’s complicated, life’s complicated. For a ‘young adult’ like me, it feels even more so. There’s so much advice being pushed at you, all contradicting each other.

I’m choosing my GCSEs, and my teachers are saying that this is the most important decision I’ll ever make, my entire life depends on it. So that totally freaked me out. Then I hear that GCSEs don’t mean much, except for if you go to College, and if so, what you study.

That was two years ago, and I’m never entirely sure if I made the right decision, of course, if I could, I would choose something else. Ditch music, and choose triple science with something else.

I’m trying to think of a general theme for this blog. But I think I’ll just stick with my misadventures of being an adolescent. Though the fact that I just hang about means that they mainly happen in the boredom of an English secondary school. How joyful, it’s actually rather sad.