Boredom, anticipation, reflection

Today has been extremely boring, devoid of anything that might possibly make it any more interesting. The only plus point to today is I did miss half of it being asleep till something like the one o'clock mark, yes I know lazy but there really isn't anything else to do. So instead of writing a few hundred words on the weather, or local insect life which still continue to plague me, I thought I might write about a few difference between her and where I used to live some positive, some negative. Many of these I expect will change over time, some of them I hope will!

Firstly, it's so damn quiet, i'm not saying that my old town was a huge centre of activity but at least there was some noise throught the night. After about nine in Boscastle you could quite happily spend all night listening for a pin drop, except the odd interruption by a restless owl probably making some idiotic comment about the night life. In some ways I much prefer the lack of noise to a lot of noise, but it is strangely comforting to know that the town is alive even into the early hours of the morning, when most of you should be asleep. The second point of interest which ties nicely in with the first is the lack of social activity, either the whole village is full of compulsive sleepers, or i'm entirely missing some pocket of intense socialising. Personally i'm inclined to think it's the former, walking out to have a smoke sometimes even as early as half eight in the evening and the place is dead, granted in the day it is busy but only due to the hug amount of 'emits' (cornish word for tourists) who wander the streets satisfying there need to spend money on postcards, food and other such rubbish! The final thing i'd like to take comparison to is the scenery, mainly the presence of the sea within cliff jumping distance, but seriously wherever you go around here you can here it, comfortably rumbling in the distance complete with the screeches of the gulls and other such tourists. There are many who say that Dorset is a beautiful county, they obviously haven't visited N. Cornwall, especially it seems Boscastle due to it's location in a valley it is far more green than most of the places around and has a harbour and everything! This ends my little shameless promotion of my new and evidently socially inept village, think i'll be spending as much time as possibly in the nearest town (where I attend sixth form) which in itself is pretty damn cool, and actually has a supermarket!

S

lazy today, nothing happened :]

sixth form :]

Today was fantastic, for once things just seemed to go right. I woke up extremely early feeling apprehensive and worried about how today would turn out! Honestly, I needn't have bothered everyone was very welcoming once they'd got over the whole shall we go over and talk to the new kids thing. The teachers were repetitive and boring as they went over the obvious, fascinating ground rules; but for the first time, I have ever seen, they apologised for it! 'We're sorry we have to tell you this it's boring shit but at least we have fulfilled our God given duty to bore you to death' or something along those lines at least. This went on for what seemed like an eternity given my foot cramp and my brain even more cramp until we were released to do as we pleased. In my case the first thing I did was satisfy my dirty habit with my new dirty habit buddy, I swear we're both as bad as each other. Then we met our form tutor, who for the record is a total TILF (if you don't understand what that means you shouldn't be reading this), she told me to shutup quite a few times as all I seemed to do all day is talk, talk, talk, at least she said this kindly and in a sweet sing song voice, ok i'll be quiet now. The rest of the day was spent meeting people, with an odd lesson chucked in, which seemed fine better than what I expected, I just tried not to say to much, being a lesson I enjoyed it was extremely difficult. Ironically I have now switched this subject to something i'd prefer to do, english literature to i-media (computer based media course) but all you english lovers out there fear not as i'm still doing english language! After the day had finished, me and my new dirty habit buddy took a walk around Bude, the town where the school is based, so she could show me the sights, sounds and smells of this 'coastal beach resort' or at least that is what the sign says. Seems to me pretty obvious that if it is coastal there must be a beach somewhere so why the whole 'beach' part to the sign, beats me? This concluded my first day of sixth form, and for once i'm actually looking forward to school on monday!

In other news, it rained, a lot, on me, today.

S

Crazy weather...etc

As today nothing of any importance happened, instead i'm going to reflect on some other things of interest around here, being British then the first on the agenda must be the weather which seems to act completely different around here to anywhere else in the world. In one day we can quite happily have five downpours, boiling sunshine, half a dozen rainbows and a tornado for dessert. Well maybe not the tornado but everything else on the list is perfectly feasible in just a few hours, I was planning to take a walk to deal with my addiction earlier in what seemed to me perfect sunshine by the time I got outside you could be mistaken for thinking it was Noah's Arc II. Being the academic type I spent many painful minutes working out the cause for this weather irregularity, and deduced after pages of notes that it was due to being right next to the beach, and the turbulence caused by the water. Also it's probably due to the fact the weather also hates me, so I guess i should bring a rucksack every time I go out full of every type of clothing I may need!

The next minor gripe are the flies, wasps and other insects which seem almost romantically attached to my person. No sooner do I got outside than half the cornish insect population attach themselves to me, some sorta mini Francis of Assisi in the making I presume, great career path to follow! I guess unless I wear a mosquito net every time I go out, totally increasing my attractiveness, i'm gonna have to put up with this inconvenience. Why couldn't some other poor sod have this affliction, someone more worthy like Brown or Bush or some other minor politician!

To close in today's predictions, doom, gloom and unexplained fires as I start sixth form tomorrow, complete with all the problems it brings with it. I mean we actually don't get bundled into uniforms for once causing huge conundrums such as what am I actually meant to wear, I mean I suppose clothes are a good start but where does it start and where does it end. Are you required to start school with only boxers on and work upward with each lesson? Or is it even more fun, grey clothes only, no hoodies day etc? Well I guess only time will tell, and you never know it might even turn out "fun" i'll tell all tomorrow.

c ya

...more pasties

Today was my younger sisters first day of school and therefore we all were expected to wake up and some inhuman hour to see her the few doors up the road to school. This understandably didn't put me in the best mood for the rest of the day, luckily this was averted by me promptly falling back asleep the moment I got back in from taking her to school. I wouldn't call it lazy more a compulsion to spend as much as time as possible in bed!

I was rudely woken by the announcement that we were going to go to the local town (mini-town) Tintagel to purchase hair gel, my contribution, a shower curtain and a shower attachment it was a bathroom themed morning. By now it was around half ten so I grudgingly awoke and trudged around until learning a bath had been run for me, such a welcome aid, so I jumped in almost falling asleep again (this blog really does reveal my innermost secrets, sleeping in the bath, gosh!) After this bath sent from heaven above we made our way slowly and sleepily to Tintagel. Turned out the hardware shop where we were intending to purchase our shower based items was closed for an hour, presumably to eat lunch, the rudeness! So we made our way past all the tourist related shops, all ending with suitably interesting names such as 'Merlins candle and crystal shop' or 'Arthur's Emporium' until we chanced upon a shop selling pasties. Being new to the area and trying to fit in as much as possible, which to us seems to be eating as many pasties as possibly we bought three steak pasties and a vegetable pasties for the not unfair price of one pound eighty. These were consumed as quickly as possible as it was starting to rain and the wind had picked up, quite happily dragging us up and down the high street. The next item of interest was our local Londis where we procured the seemingly hard to come by hair gel, the selection here was amazing they had no less than three types of hair gel on offer, 'extra hold' seemed to be the most user friendly. The hardware shop much to our suprise was now open, a whole five minutes early, so with our shower objects purchased we made our way home, content with our lot in life, I just wish I spent more time in 'Arthur's Emporium' some of those toy swords were totally realistic!

S

Today was busy

Today we seemed to do a round Cornwall trip in a few short hours, the idea was at first to the visit the 'quaint' village of Padstow. The village is most easily accessed by a very dubious ferry, which takes one across what seems to be no more than mud and a few buoys (mostly decorative) the journey is maybe five minutes long at most before one is unceremoniously dumped at the other side. This other side is a slip way which shares access with the ferry and a loud, noisy man trying to sell his 'exciting speedboat' tours, a real favourite with tourists of a certain type, our good friends the chavs! Sadly, the above stereotype are the main tourists found in the area, sharing it rather unwillingly with those who stare at you as if your a piece of trash recently picked up by the harsh cornish wind. All in all the village therefore had a great atmosphere, if your into brewing storms! The shops themselves were all small and stereotypical 'small picturesque village' all offering huge sales which amounted to reducing maybe ten percent of the shop by five pounds, this was only if your lucky though. We spent maybe twenty minutes in Padstow before deciding it really wasn't worth our time, so after grabbing a pastie, a apple, custard and rhubarb pastie to be exact, we headed back to our luxury transport ready to return to the mainland. I call it the mainland loosely being Padstow is in fact connected to land just it takes ages and isn't really worth the hassle.

After much persuasion I pushed us to our next destination, one of the nicest cities i've ever seen namely Truro which should really be called the undisputed capital of Cornwall. Imagine a huge Winchester complete with all the shops one could ever want, all in all a material utopia, sadly among this huge selection I had only come here for one shop. I am by nature a cheapskate so TK Maxx was the intended destination, and oh what a glorious place it was nestled curiously between Mothercare and some second rate bank it offered all the clothes a cheap shopper could want, all of which seemed to be in the 'current season' which seemed odd considering some had cobwebs hanging off. Despite the deception of the age of the garments I purchased some fantastic bargains and left Truro with the post shopping glow one gets, aided by a brie, ham and grape crepe, obviously completely cornish. The journey home passed without incident except the infuriating weather which rained when you wound down the window and boiled you alive when you shut it, such is life!

S

mundane matters

This second post is a rather more mundane one detailing the fascinating stuff that my day entails. Today was the first day of my new life, well actually was enrolling at sixth form, and as school takes so much of life up I will just put it under the heading new life! As days go it wasn't a particularly interesting one, the enrollment itself was fine, I saw some kind looking people, but neither spoke to them, and they didn't try to speak to me. I have my first day on friday to do all the preliminary socialising, as today was simply me checking i'm suitably intelligent to get in the first place. Turns out I am which was a huge relief, despite the fact my grades were fine but when it comes to something as important as the next stage of the endless exams the English Government forces upon us, i'm allowed to worry! As soon as they had confirmed that I could change courses as and when I pleased, I promptly exited dragging mother and brother in tow. Onwards to the next activity of the day, the dreaded food shopping. I learnt some valuable lessons from today's shopping; primarily all supermarkets that charge £1 to use a trolley are evil and secondly that basil and chicken tortilla wraps are reduced for a reason. That was one flavour that not even walkers could save. Anyway back to the shopping, after what seemed like hours of kicking, screaming and buying expensive organic goods, we were done! With the closing of this I finish my blog as nothing much else happened worthy of writing down happened, so goodbye until tomorrow.

Ciao