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last day of school, before exams, last proper school day, me and katherine during that strange buffet the year 12s made us crept up to the resources room in Westburn, a big long computer room in the oldest weirdest building where they keep the first years, me and katherine played our long hidden game
spin around on the spinny computer chairs for as long as we dare then race up to the end of the room dodging disguared chairs and tripping over our own feet and racing back to our chair before the other, double points if your chair is still spinning when you return
the last day, the last thing we officially did together in school aside from leave, then go back for exams and results day...
the day my gran died and i went to a crafts fair and bought a knitted hedgehog and homemade swiss roll before i got the phonecall, my aunt and uncle were doing their best to distract me
17th birthday getting drunk off wine and playing on the wii with my friends, and rolling around on the floor playing with sleeping bags and pillows
16th birthday went to light water valley (theme park with rides) listening to the kooks album laughing at the stupid accents and 'jackie big tits' i never listened to the cd after that lol
taking the cousin down to the beach when we were around 15 and making a sandcastle and every kid on the beach helping us dig water channels for the moat as the tide went out, every kid on the beach had different theories on how to make the castle better and all thought that because we were bigger than them they could advise us, we were the approachable blonde girls who had the young cousin who relished the attention she was getting. every was rushing to fill the moat, buckets spades and all were used to transport water. one little kid wanted to help so much he was running about transporting water with his crisp packet.
last lesson of geography before christmas in year 11, listening to christmas songs cd singing along really loudly and sucking on lollies chatting loudly with mrs charlton about life and holidays and laughing very loudly whilst sitting on the tables and taking a million photos
last summer going on a bike ride at 8am in the morning for hell of it because i wanted to see the world wake up, we had jimmy the decorator doing the front room at the time telling me about pink floyd because they are awesome. went on the bike ride and it was a beautiful morning and the world was just waking up down south shields and i felt totally at peace and sat watching the serene sea and was wearing shorts with no fear of what people would think of my knobbly knees
i spent the rest of the day lying on my bed moaning about my bum pains from the bike seat wedging itself up my arse and eating lots of ice cream
first time i watched donnie darko, it was cheap in the shop and i was convinced it was a comedy so spent the first half not quite sure what was happening and laughing at totally inappropriate moments, i watched it alone so it was even more stupid... then i tried to understand it and really loved it
spending every dinner in year 7 hiding in the library reading the guiness books of world records because i was well cool
november 2007, one of the most crazy months of my life, went to see the foo fighters, klaxons and wombats all in different venues around newcastle and parents going on holiday and us having a full blown house party... some bad memories but definitely unforgettable! the entire street knew and told our relatives who they all think they know...
putting the tent up in the front garden before our exams while parents were on holiday, the neighbours curtain twitching became unbearable as they wondered what they hell we were doing. we hid the remainder of our parents bottle of wine in there before they came back.
seeing that will smith film at the cinema the weekend it was closing, hitch or something, having the entire cinema to ourselves and playing piggyback races and popcorn wars with amanda and dobby, it just started with sitting in our chairs upside down then spiralled out of control, we got away with fricking murder and disturbance of the peace
can't for the life of me remember a thing about the film aside from i didn't care and i fell on the floor when dobby tripped on the stairs whilst giving me a piggyback chasing amanda
going to my grans for a weekend every month and one time when i was four or five just to be different asked her to make me a mushroom sandwich because i was weird and her making me one every time i went there until she died when i was 15 and i couldn't bear to tell her that actually mushroom sandwiches are really slimy and disgusting and not worth eating... she died thinking i liked them which is a bit weird considering i really didn't but i loved her more
dad being called milk bottle by the entertainment reps and barstaff on holiday when we went to majorca, he didn't gain a tan all holiday and pretty much the whole hotel called him it
playing football at ulswater camping ground with my grandparents scottish friends, me always getting a stupid scottish accent by the end of the weekend and my prepubescent self being trampled by swearing grandads trying to kick the ball and score a goal, sitting on the tyre attatched to a chain swinging around until i feel nauseous and eating mini milks in the village of pooley bridge
first time i went out on the town to drink alcohol, it was christmas and i was 16 and i was wearing a tiny skirt and big boots, rhiannon did mine and my sister's make up in the toilet in the pub on the street corner and we were horrified at the alarming difference layers of eyeliner did to our face. it was a confusing night, i remember feeling scared for a good percentage of the time...
my mum racing around trying to work the internet on our old dial up computer and listening to the radio like a mad person when nasty nick in the first big brother cheated and everyone confronted him, this was before the constant live streaming on E4 and i had any interest in it, i was ten and confused then i watched the highlights show with her on the night because i was a big girl and i never stopped watching big brother since...
getting my first proper pet, a hamster when i was 14. he stank and was called brian biscuit henderson which is annoying because mum called brian and we called him biscuit and his actual name was definitely biscuit regardless of the confusion. we fed him actual biscuits and bits of chocolate and black sports mixtures when were bored and i don't want to forget when he was dragging a huge carrot shaped treat the size of himself around his cage trying to jam it up the tubes and take it to bed. he went back and forth nudging it up failing then dragging it to the other side of the cage and trying again. we made hamster mazes with stacks of books and cds and had treats at the end. he always try to climb under or over the walls.
lydia's 18th birthday party at fujiyamas, the chef was cooking the food in front of us and because every time he glanced at me i always said hello he just called me that and i was one of the only two to catch the fried egg in my mouth!
when i was in primary school the teachers thought my handwriting was terrible so i had to learn cursive and i got stuck with the lower year while the rest of my class mates when to play with glue guns and plastic flowers in art class. i hated my teacher and my writing. as soon as i got secondary school i reverted to writing like a four year old.
being the first person in school to get an iPod (it became out of date so quickly and i kept the old thing for four years) and we listened to our music every morning before registration and sang along really loudly even though my dad had forbidden us for taking them into school.
crying when my form tutor berated me for not having my homework planner signed over the weekend weeping it had been a rough weekend (i gave him really rubbish excuses every time) and he came out with a barrage of sarcastic comments which caused me to run out the class crying, he asked my friend what was wrong with me and she told him my grandmother had died over the weekend... oh if only i had seen his face... he gave me a letter to excuse me from lessons if 'things got too tough' which was sweet i suppose, he never said anything rude to me again!
lydia's 17th birthday, water fight/sleepover/go karting in the morning, watched saw that night and ran upstairs to listen to muse with sarah mullin and alex cain while kath slept on the bed room floor
watching the world cup in a portuguese pub while england played portugal. we got beaten and the portuguese spent the remainder of our holiday 'celebrating' irritating my dad to no end. my dad and i went to get pizza from a pizza hut down the marina, he was incensed with patriotic rage (i think) he was whistling the great escape theme to stop him punching jeering locals, i joined in. a fellow englishman walking past called 'i wish it were mate' - weirdest experience with my dad ever...
whenever we went on stage for the mini discos on holiday and were asked where we were from the other children replied england germany etc we said 'seaburn gardens, number one!' no one had any idea where that was
running home from a bar on holiday yelling we beat the germans eins fumfph! totally incorrect english but the effect of the euro cup in a majorcan resort was unbelievably potent as germans were thoroughly annoyed and british were totally thrilled.
faye's house party, her aunt left her to watch her house so faye had a party every night and dyed her younger brothers hair black in the bathtub staining every towel. the party we went to was something i don't wish to divulge many details of but there was a big bowl filled with 'shit mix' which was every alcoholic substance in the house thrown in which was black and slightly peach smelling which everyone had several cups of each and became paralytically drunk off.
spin around on the spinny computer chairs for as long as we dare then race up to the end of the room dodging disguared chairs and tripping over our own feet and racing back to our chair before the other, double points if your chair is still spinning when you return
the last day, the last thing we officially did together in school aside from leave, then go back for exams and results day...
the day my gran died and i went to a crafts fair and bought a knitted hedgehog and homemade swiss roll before i got the phonecall, my aunt and uncle were doing their best to distract me
17th birthday getting drunk off wine and playing on the wii with my friends, and rolling around on the floor playing with sleeping bags and pillows
16th birthday went to light water valley (theme park with rides) listening to the kooks album laughing at the stupid accents and 'jackie big tits' i never listened to the cd after that lol
taking the cousin down to the beach when we were around 15 and making a sandcastle and every kid on the beach helping us dig water channels for the moat as the tide went out, every kid on the beach had different theories on how to make the castle better and all thought that because we were bigger than them they could advise us, we were the approachable blonde girls who had the young cousin who relished the attention she was getting. every was rushing to fill the moat, buckets spades and all were used to transport water. one little kid wanted to help so much he was running about transporting water with his crisp packet.
last lesson of geography before christmas in year 11, listening to christmas songs cd singing along really loudly and sucking on lollies chatting loudly with mrs charlton about life and holidays and laughing very loudly whilst sitting on the tables and taking a million photos
last summer going on a bike ride at 8am in the morning for hell of it because i wanted to see the world wake up, we had jimmy the decorator doing the front room at the time telling me about pink floyd because they are awesome. went on the bike ride and it was a beautiful morning and the world was just waking up down south shields and i felt totally at peace and sat watching the serene sea and was wearing shorts with no fear of what people would think of my knobbly knees
i spent the rest of the day lying on my bed moaning about my bum pains from the bike seat wedging itself up my arse and eating lots of ice cream
first time i watched donnie darko, it was cheap in the shop and i was convinced it was a comedy so spent the first half not quite sure what was happening and laughing at totally inappropriate moments, i watched it alone so it was even more stupid... then i tried to understand it and really loved it
spending every dinner in year 7 hiding in the library reading the guiness books of world records because i was well cool
november 2007, one of the most crazy months of my life, went to see the foo fighters, klaxons and wombats all in different venues around newcastle and parents going on holiday and us having a full blown house party... some bad memories but definitely unforgettable! the entire street knew and told our relatives who they all think they know...
putting the tent up in the front garden before our exams while parents were on holiday, the neighbours curtain twitching became unbearable as they wondered what they hell we were doing. we hid the remainder of our parents bottle of wine in there before they came back.
seeing that will smith film at the cinema the weekend it was closing, hitch or something, having the entire cinema to ourselves and playing piggyback races and popcorn wars with amanda and dobby, it just started with sitting in our chairs upside down then spiralled out of control, we got away with fricking murder and disturbance of the peace
can't for the life of me remember a thing about the film aside from i didn't care and i fell on the floor when dobby tripped on the stairs whilst giving me a piggyback chasing amanda
going to my grans for a weekend every month and one time when i was four or five just to be different asked her to make me a mushroom sandwich because i was weird and her making me one every time i went there until she died when i was 15 and i couldn't bear to tell her that actually mushroom sandwiches are really slimy and disgusting and not worth eating... she died thinking i liked them which is a bit weird considering i really didn't but i loved her more
dad being called milk bottle by the entertainment reps and barstaff on holiday when we went to majorca, he didn't gain a tan all holiday and pretty much the whole hotel called him it
playing football at ulswater camping ground with my grandparents scottish friends, me always getting a stupid scottish accent by the end of the weekend and my prepubescent self being trampled by swearing grandads trying to kick the ball and score a goal, sitting on the tyre attatched to a chain swinging around until i feel nauseous and eating mini milks in the village of pooley bridge
first time i went out on the town to drink alcohol, it was christmas and i was 16 and i was wearing a tiny skirt and big boots, rhiannon did mine and my sister's make up in the toilet in the pub on the street corner and we were horrified at the alarming difference layers of eyeliner did to our face. it was a confusing night, i remember feeling scared for a good percentage of the time...
my mum racing around trying to work the internet on our old dial up computer and listening to the radio like a mad person when nasty nick in the first big brother cheated and everyone confronted him, this was before the constant live streaming on E4 and i had any interest in it, i was ten and confused then i watched the highlights show with her on the night because i was a big girl and i never stopped watching big brother since...
getting my first proper pet, a hamster when i was 14. he stank and was called brian biscuit henderson which is annoying because mum called brian and we called him biscuit and his actual name was definitely biscuit regardless of the confusion. we fed him actual biscuits and bits of chocolate and black sports mixtures when were bored and i don't want to forget when he was dragging a huge carrot shaped treat the size of himself around his cage trying to jam it up the tubes and take it to bed. he went back and forth nudging it up failing then dragging it to the other side of the cage and trying again. we made hamster mazes with stacks of books and cds and had treats at the end. he always try to climb under or over the walls.
lydia's 18th birthday party at fujiyamas, the chef was cooking the food in front of us and because every time he glanced at me i always said hello he just called me that and i was one of the only two to catch the fried egg in my mouth!
when i was in primary school the teachers thought my handwriting was terrible so i had to learn cursive and i got stuck with the lower year while the rest of my class mates when to play with glue guns and plastic flowers in art class. i hated my teacher and my writing. as soon as i got secondary school i reverted to writing like a four year old.
being the first person in school to get an iPod (it became out of date so quickly and i kept the old thing for four years) and we listened to our music every morning before registration and sang along really loudly even though my dad had forbidden us for taking them into school.
crying when my form tutor berated me for not having my homework planner signed over the weekend weeping it had been a rough weekend (i gave him really rubbish excuses every time) and he came out with a barrage of sarcastic comments which caused me to run out the class crying, he asked my friend what was wrong with me and she told him my grandmother had died over the weekend... oh if only i had seen his face... he gave me a letter to excuse me from lessons if 'things got too tough' which was sweet i suppose, he never said anything rude to me again!
lydia's 17th birthday, water fight/sleepover/go karting in the morning, watched saw that night and ran upstairs to listen to muse with sarah mullin and alex cain while kath slept on the bed room floor
watching the world cup in a portuguese pub while england played portugal. we got beaten and the portuguese spent the remainder of our holiday 'celebrating' irritating my dad to no end. my dad and i went to get pizza from a pizza hut down the marina, he was incensed with patriotic rage (i think) he was whistling the great escape theme to stop him punching jeering locals, i joined in. a fellow englishman walking past called 'i wish it were mate' - weirdest experience with my dad ever...
whenever we went on stage for the mini discos on holiday and were asked where we were from the other children replied england germany etc we said 'seaburn gardens, number one!' no one had any idea where that was
running home from a bar on holiday yelling we beat the germans eins fumfph! totally incorrect english but the effect of the euro cup in a majorcan resort was unbelievably potent as germans were thoroughly annoyed and british were totally thrilled.
faye's house party, her aunt left her to watch her house so faye had a party every night and dyed her younger brothers hair black in the bathtub staining every towel. the party we went to was something i don't wish to divulge many details of but there was a big bowl filled with 'shit mix' which was every alcoholic substance in the house thrown in which was black and slightly peach smelling which everyone had several cups of each and became paralytically drunk off.
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