I'm not screaming anymore, well maybe I am...

(WARNING: EXPECT A POST THAT IS CHEESIER THAN A CHEESE SCONE WITH CHEESE SPREAD ON SHOVED IN YEAR-OLD GYM SOCKS!)

Last night was seriously one of those times that I will always remember, up until the day I die. I swear, it was just so....well, I don't think there is a word in the English Dictionary to describe last night.

My day started out well - got up at 7:30, chucked on my clothes before getting a lift to school from my dad, and then sprinting into the art room. All the art students were squealing, dancing, being utter prats and laughing - and this was before nine am. Then, of course, my best friend Abi strolled in and we looked like wardrobe twins -we both had a paramore top on, checked un-buttoned shirt over the top, and DM boots. Embarrassing to say the least, but who cares! We finally boarded on our buses (I just happened to be next to someone covered in rabbit hair, so I sneezed most the time!) and we got off to London. We arrived at the British History Museum, and bounced in before grabbing our sketch books and pencils, then we walked to our chosen culture sections and did some sketching (One of mine looks like a deformed kebab.) Also, a load of sirens went off and security guards were running left right and center,blocking off the rooms and 'EMERGENCY, EMERGENCY!'blaring on their radio's. That was....fun. . After like, two hours? (it went so fast, I swear!), we had our lunch in the education room, and then looked round the shop - I ended up buying an Athena Owl necklace, scarab beetle book mark and a mug for my friend to give to her Dad. How I got roped into the last one, I have no idea. After that we headed home, only to get stuck in awful traffic - we were meant to get back at around three. We got back at 4:45.

We all scrambled back to my friend, Abi,'s house and chucked some food down our necks before leaping into the hired van are started the long, long ride to London (For the second time that day). WE WERE ON OUR WAY TO SEE PARAMORE LIVE EEEEEEEEEEEK! We eventually got there, but there were massive hold-ups on the motorway, so we missed the supporting acts. We got into our seats, biting out finger nails and squealing, and then....the lights went off.

The paramore 'symbol', if you will, started to flash on the back of the stage. Rabid fans were screaming everywhere. Abi practically crushed me and we were all clinging onto the edge of our seats. Crying, shouting and 'WE LOVE YOU PARAMORE's were everywhere, the taste of stage-smoke in the air and the lighting up of phones like a sea of fairy lights. Then they started to sing. Never have I been in one place with so much energy - we were screaming, shouting the words at the top of our lungs, making pure and utter noise, jumping along, clapping, raising our fists in the air. Everyone was there for my reason - Paramore. It didn't matter if we were boy, girl, where we were from or how old we were. We all loved Paramore with all our hearts, and it was amazing. At one point, Hayley asked us all to forget our seats, and just dance. What ensued next was like nothing I've ever witnessed - thousands of screaming fans ditching their seats, running down the steps and dancing as hard as they could, for as long as they could, with as many people as they could, and making themselves look as idiotic as they could.  I loved it. By the end my throat was raw, like I'd swallowed sand-paper, and my voice was cracking on so many octaves I sounded like a pubescent boy. I was sweating, screaming, slapping my self on the face and just in general living. Whilst Abi and I were screaming our heads off like the morons we were, my friend Esme stood in the middle of us like she has been blessed by god, an awed look on her face and silence. I was worried she was gonna faint! When Paramore finished, we all ran outside, gasping for breath, holding onto each other and screaming 'WE WERE IN THE SAME ROOM AS THEM! OH MY GOD! WE JUST SAW PARAMORE! OH MY BLOODY GOD!!!!', buying tour shirts and running back to the car.


The whole night was incredible. I cannot even explain it. Wembley was huge. Filled with thousands of people all sharing a love for Paramore, people crying and screaming and just....wow.

If you ever get to see a band in concert - any band, any venue - you have to go. It's one of those things that even if you do a billion times, you'd never get tired off. You don't need drugs when you go to concerts - I felt like I was on every happy pill in the world, and dear god I could live off that.

I'm still in shock. Honestly, I cannot believe I was there?!

So that's enough of my  mumbling, video's will be up once I download them off my phone so you can see what it was like.

A very shocked and elated SciAwkward, signing off.

Random fangirling

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Okay, I'm good.

'Roses are red, I have a phone, nobody texts me, forever alone'

Boys. Some girl's find them attractive, dumb and can't wait to get their hands on them, flirting shamelessly at every chance, and then some find them god-like and sit with their all-female group of friends and watch with admiration as their crush walks past.

My reaction to boys? Ew.

Maybe it's something to do with the boys at my school - I cannot even begin to explain how totally, utterly and just....ANGRTHUIUJGFH they are. I'm sure most boys are perfectly alright, but come to my school and then....well.

 There are my friends, talking about 'Him' (If she reads this, she will know who I mean - and yes, I am directing this at one friend in particular hehehe), or are going out with a boy, or whatever. 

And then there is me - shying away from all male contact and finding them the very repulsive side of our species. 

I swear my parent's think I'm a lesbian, and every time they say 'She just isn't interested in boys yet' they cough, and add 'or girls'. 

Like excuse me for not interacting with the opposite sex - just because I find the idea of love gag-worthy, it does not, by any standards, mean I'm a lesbian. 

I'd like to say that 'I don't bat for any team'. Ooooh, inspirational quote right there Ladies and Gents. 

SO YES if any of you question my sexuality, you now know all ;)

SciAwkward signing off. 

Ladies and Gentleman, she is ill. Again.

Hey, hey, hey!

So today I have been at home all day. I'm in my uniform (Couldn't be bothered to change out of it...hehe) but I woke up this morning with very shite asthma. Surprise, surprise, it resulted in a trip to the local doctors, where I was pumped full of steroids (I'M NOT A DRUGGY, I SWEAR!), antibiotics and a soooo attractive nebuliser (is that how you spell it? No idea). I ended up pretending to be Darth Vader, whilst the steam/smoke stuff floated upwards from the little - I say little, although it kept falling off my face and I had to hold it on - mask that was attached to my face, and the Porta-neb made strange whirring noises. I'm just praying to God (I'm not religious, but hey, gotta be open, right?) that I'm not sick for the Paramore concert of Friday. I swear, I am going to that even if I have to escape from the hospital in nothing more than one of those apron/dress things and a drip.  

On the plus side, I got one of those shmancy Willy Wonka bars (My Nan made the mistake of replacing the 'o' with an 'a'.Never shall I forget that.) which, to be honest, isn't as good as one of those Marvelous Creations bars you get - darn, now I'm hungry.

ALSO my people, I have a FIVE day weekend now - Friday art trip, Saturday, Sunday, Monday inset day and Tuesday is the teacher strike. Eeeeep!

Well, I have nothing much more to say. Tomorrow I shall probably steal Charlotte's (The_slimer) idea of a list of things to do before the year ends, MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.

SciAwkward, signing off.

P.S Thanks to everyone who bothers to read my blog - you have no idea how happy in makes me to see people read what I write. I hope you are all having a great day ;)

....Six hundred? SIX?!

Okay sorry third post tonight as you do but guuuuise




I JUST HIT 600 POSTS OH MY GOSH OH MY ASGARD



Okay I'm done.

Damn, did someone say school? Ew.

Okay, how would you describe your school? Fun? Horrible? Makes-me-want-to-go-drown-myself? I don't have any way to describe my school, except using our motto.

Motto (noun):
A short sentence or phrase chosen as encapsulating the beliefs or ideals guiding an individual, family, or institution.

That's what a motto is, then - it shows a place or person's belief, right?

Our school motto is Suffer and Serve.

I'm not kidding. 

So that is how I'd show my school. Apart from that, it's your average school. We have the stricter-then-slave-owners teachers, the think-they're-funny-but-they-really-need-to-stop teachers and the no-control-over-the-class teachers. We have the 'I-think-I'm-so-cool-but-actually-I'm-rather-ugly-and-like-to-backstab-and-put-my-hair-in-ridiculous-quiffs girls, the Oh-look-how-short-my-skirt-is-oops-I-just-broke-up-with-my-third-boyfriend-this-week girls and the oh-shit-shit-shit-that-person-is-looking-at-me-please-make-them-stop-please-don't-talk-to-me-I-can't-handle-socialness-do-I-have-something-on-my-face-oh-my-tardis-don't-come-any-closer-or-I'll-die girls (AKA me), and of course the classic social groups of nerds, popular's, "bad boys", and general outsiders. We also have the worst uniform ever. Like, woah. 

So it's like my, what, 3rd week back at school? Or is it my 4th? I can't remember, and already I'm counting down the days until half term. 

However, on Friday I'm going to the British History Museum *EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!* for an art trip, and then (this is where it gets good), I am going to a PARAMORE CONEEEEEERT EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNGHU! And then, on Monday, it is a non-pupil day so I may as well have a four day weekend. 

Jelly or what? ;)

Oh yeah and I may or may not have got an A on my Drama monologue (the written one, not the performance) so IN CHUE FACES PEOPLE :)

In case you haven't noticed I am rather hyper due to the fact MY LAPTOP DIDN'T EXPLODE!

Anyway, I must be off, I have Torchwood episodes to watch!

SciAwkward signing off!

(P.S Jamie Oliver went to my school. So yeah.)

I'M BACK BABIES!

OH MY ASGARD IT'S BEEN SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LONG I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO GET ON THE WEBSITE WITHOUT MY LAPTOP CRASHING IN, LIKE, FOREVEEEEEEER (more like a month or two, but yeah). EEEEEEEEEEEEK GUYS I'M SO SORRY. I have no clue if anyone will read my blog now, seeing as it became like a static webpage full of stupid ramblings BUT I assure you I hope to go back to my old habit's of trying to post ever day.

SERIOUSLY THOUGH GUUUUUYS I'M SO SORRY EEEEEEK HOW ARE YOU ALL? :O


Hehehe. *Dances around my room, slips on the latest 'Kerrang!' magazine and ends up sprawled on the floor* I swear, I'm not like totally excited or anything.

Promise.


SO YESH I SHALL WRITE A PROPER POST VERY SHORTLY BUT I'M STILL LIKE DANCING AND STUFF SO THIS IS SCIAWKWARD SIGNING OFF.