I’m actually getting kind of excited about being eighteen now. I mean, the idea of responsibility is still… y’know… terrifying, but I’m realising that I’ve got so many projects that should be fun to complete this year. The above journal being one of them, I’m desperate to go and see Avenue Q and Legally Blonde in London before the end of October, and I’m determined to participate in, and hopefully succeed in Nanowrimo this year. Granted, not the best year to decide this considering November is the month we have to send out our university applications, but eh, I can get those done early.

I’ve been on a real cake making kick lately, too. I designed my birthday cake this morning; my mother is going to make it for me because she is awesome and super talented. It has three tiers, so I kind of feel bad in case it’s too much work, but she says it’s fine. My parents are more excited about my party than me, I think. They keep saying I’m only eighteen once so they’re trying to make it really special and exciting. I love them for it but I don’t really want them wasting their money. :/ I’ll have to think of something to do as a thank you for them. =3

I’ve not been feeling very well today. I get ill very often, actually. :/ Not like proper germs or whatever ill, but just feeling all groggy and sickish for what is apparently no reason at all. Then again, my lifestyle isn’t exactly the healthiest so maybe that’s it. Blegh.

On a brighter note, last night ((while watching Red Dawrf. Woowoop.)) I found this website. It’s a writing tool that I believe is mostly used to boost your word count during Nanowrimo, but it’s like the best thing ever. I wrote a thousand words in only twenty minutes thanks to this thing, a thousand words of utter tripe, but that hardly matters, does it? That’s what editing is for, I say.

Speaking of which, I have started to write a story. It’s one I’ve had in my head for over a year but I recently got inspired to actually type it up thanks to a combination of one of my internet buddies writing her own book, and the realisation that my future is going to be filled with poverty ((okay, maybe not poverty, but… y’know… general poorness.)) if I don’t start to do something now. Even if it’s just something to write on my university application considering all I’ve got to talk about as it is is limited work experience and basic HTML knowledge. Yeah.

So, I would tell you more about this story… but I fear right now that I would be mocked, considering it’s not exactly the most serious piece of literature that ever existed. I’m going for teen ficton, but I’m hoping I’d be more in J.K’s ranks ((HA. In my dreams. Not gonna happen.)) than Smeyer’s. My method is currently “write and to hell with the quality”,  so I want to finish it and get it all spruced up and edited before I share it with you. Pom diddelly pom. Only forty seven thousand more words to write. Give or take.

I’m going to try and keep these blogs brief, so here’s what’s happening in my life lately:

• Party planning for my birthday party on the 21st. – Anyone have any suggestions for music for a mad hatter themed one?
• Reading “The Vampire Lestat” – I prefer it to Interview with the Vampire, writing wise. It’s a good book. =)
• Writing a story about changelings. Epic fun. I’ve not got much, so I can’t really talk about it…. yeah.
• Watching Futurama. It’s entertaining.
• Trying to plan another trip to London to see Avenue Q. Not so entertaining. More like hideously stressful.

And that’s it, really. =) I’ll expand on some of those points later on? That’s all for now!

Last Thursday I got Catherine to watch the entire first series of Being Human and she loved it. Just wanted to tell you.

The big news is about Saturday, which was when I went to see Wicked in London, whoop whoop. A sixteen hour day. Sixteen! And here’s how it went:
I woke up at half past eight in the morning, and, y’know… got ready. This was what I wore, so I basically looked like a walking New Look advertisement, but what can I say? I stuck to the Gelphie theme of pink and green, of course, being the little fangirl that I am. =3 The bag was the most complicated bit; because, being me, I had to take something for every possible situation that I could get myself into throughout the day. Here is a list of what I decided I needed:

• Paper soap. In case there were none in the toilets we visited. Clean hands, whoop whoop.
• Three packets of tissues. As a hayfever sufferer, I began taking tissues with me EVERYWHERE when I was about twelve. I have now become known as the tissue lady, who everyone asks for tissues whenever they need one. This has caused the necessity for an increase in tissue supplies, so there is enough to go around. Hehe.
• Bottled water. To… erm… drink, of course. It also combines as hand washing water to go with the paper soap.
• Pink lipstick. The colour I put on in the morning. Please note I did not use this all day.
• Green lipstick. Because I have green lipstick and we were going to Wicked. I also didn’t use this all day.
• Pink and green nailvarnish. Incase I felt the need to neaten my nails. I didn’t.
• Foundation, powder, blusher and mascara. Also never used.
• Sweets – toffees, imperial mints, two packets of chewits, mentos and fruitella.
• Snacks – two go ahead yoghurt bars and an apple.
• My phone. Because I didn’t fancy being stranded in London/Cardiff, depending on when I needed to phone someone – getting stranded in a city is one of the scariest things I can think of. Too many crowds. I loathe cities, they scare me.
• My ipod, for the bus journey.
• My camera, for picture taking.
• A purse, with money for buying things.
• Another purse with money for buying things, incase the first one got lost or stolen.
• Some paper and a pen. Because my encounter with a certain Matt Smith last year means I now take something that I could get an autograph on everywhere I go… as long as I remember, anyway. I suppose I’ve always got the tissues. xD

So yeah, my bag was, as usual, bursting. He.

I went down my friend’s house to catch the train down to Cardiff. As per usual, she asked for my ticket because I’m a wimp and knowing me I’d have gotten off at the wrong station or something. Off the train we ran for the bus, and it started to absolutely tip down. Torrential rain. The human statue guy leapt off his little podium thingy to try and find shelter, it was quite amusing. What was not amusing, however, was the fact that my jacket was completely saturated with rain water even though I had been under an umbrella. Rargh. Rargh. Rargh.

We discovered that the bus did not plan on stopping for pit stops on the way to London, and so we all decided to use the loo on the bus. The bus started to move as I was in the little cubicle. Weirdest, and most disgusting, experience of my life. TMI, I know, but ugh… they could at least febreeze the place between each trip!

When we got to London we had three hours to spare before the show, so we shopped a bit, and took lots of pictures. Twas fun. I bought my father a birthday present, because I’m nice like that.

And then we went inside. It didn’t feel real, if I’m honest. I’ve been a fan of the show for around four years, but this was the first time that I saw it live, and I couldn’t quite believe that I was there. Our seats were really high up, but the view was fair enough. You couldn’t really see all that much expression, and you could see the guides on the stage, but I couldn’t have been less bothered.

I don’t really know what to say about the show itself. I mean… it was Wicked. You expect the people to be talented, y’know? Rachel Tucker’s No Good Deed was absolutely immense. Dadadada. I dont know what to say. I loved it? And I bought my first ever piece of Wicked merchandise in the shape of the green flowery t-shirt. <3

We didn’t get back until Cardiff until half past two in the morning, and it took another hour for me to get home because we dropped one of my friends off on the way. =) I got home, had a cup of tea and a piece of toast, and went to sleep.

Sunday

I didn’t get a lie in on the next day – Easter, to most people, but Dad’s birthday to me. I almost forgot it was Easter, to be honest, after the excitement of the day before. I got quite a lot of Easter eggs, in my opinion, and a book off my brother and sister in law. <3 My mother set up the entire house as an egg hunt for my nieces to find as well, but they didn’t actually end up coming over – they spent the day at their other Nan’s – which was quite sad.

We went out for a meal for my father’s birthday. A pub lunch, nothing fancy. But it tasted really, really, really awesome. We were the only ones there too, I don’t know if that’s a good thing. The first time we went there it was full and I had my back to everyone, which I hate. It makes me feel awfully self conscious. I prefer to be able to sort of… survey the room. xD However, because we were the only ones there the bar staff paid us much more attention; it was nice of them to do so, because it’s their job, but I’m not a fan of conversing with people I don’t know. Rah.

After eating we just went for a drive, basically, all over the mountains to see some lambs. Yay.

Doctor Who

I adored it, basically. Matt and Karen were both awesome, and it had some of the best lines ever. Looking back, Prisoner 0 wasn’t all that fantastic a villain, but it was a nice start to what I expect will be a fantastic series. =)

Since last writing, a lot has happened. At the beginning of February I completed my work experience, that I needed to pass the welsh baccalaureate qualification, and I got placed in a printers. It was pretty fun, I got to use computers a lot, which I love, and they fed me pasties, cake and sausage rolls, so it was all good.

On the Thursday ((I think)) of that week it was my eldest niece’s – Elan – birthday; she turned three, and my mother made her a really awesome Pepper Pig cake, which tasted awesome as well. My other niece’s birthday – Eleri -  was just over a week later; she turned two, and her cake was also made by my mother, this time a castle cake. Both were absolutely covered in pink icing, and were rather large. My mother is an awesome cake maker. Here are some photos:

I had half term, and spent most of this time doing art work. I didn’t see my friends once. How sad is that?

And, that’s where I’m going to have to stop the blog, it’s been abrupt and rubbish again, but I’ve got homework to do. >.< Rah. Sorry! One day, one day I will be able to write you a proper blog.

One of my friend's meals.

When we got there, things seemed fine – we all paid, after discovering the meal was double what we thought it would be, but it was an all you can eat buffet, so we figured we’d make the most of our money in the long run.

I tried fried seaweed – something that I had never tried before. I don’t usually try new things, but it was seaweed, how could you not want to figure out what that tasted like? To be honest, I didn’t like it. Firstly, it was like a ball of hair or wire on the plate, because it had been grated, or something. This made it very difficult to eat as little bits kept falling through the fork, and it was just a messy affair. When I stated to eat it, it was so weird, I was expecting it to be salty but it was really sweet. Very sickly, in fact. Still, I guess some people like that, no?

I ended up eating two plates of food – chips, chicken balls, popcorn chicken, egg fried rice, chicken fried rice, onion rings and the seaweed. I also had a bowl of icecream and a pint of pineapple juice. Looking back, that meal was so unhealthy that I kind of regret it, but oh well, there’s nothing I can do about it now. I’ll just eat lots of vegetables this/next week to try and even the balance out. xD

Some of the people I went with scraped all their leftovers – including desserts into a bowl, and as it was the leftovers of five/six people the bowl was quite full. And I must say, it was a disgusting concotion. I think the main incredient was primarily ice cream, but there was orange peel, a few chips, some noodles and a poppadom in there as well, among other things. My friends dared each other to eat it – and one of the boys did take a spoonfull. Ew. I could never have done it. One of my friends was even dared to eat the poppadom, which by this time was literally soggy as it had been covered in strawberry sauce and things. She didn’t eat it though, intelligent girl. xD

On the way home I was in a pretty good mood, listening to my favourite music and such. A lot of people had continued on to a local pub, but pubs and rugby clubs and things really aren’t my scene – they make me feel uncomfortable because you can guarantee that there will be some sort of drunken pervert there – so I went home.

It was only when I looked at the photos from the night that I started to get depressed. Yeah, I know, I’m a teenage girl and we usually have severely warped body images, but even if it’s warped, we can’t tell that it’s warped, and so it still sucks to feel. My friends are all really beautiful girls – and they’re all at least two dress sizes smaller than me. Looking at the pictures, I feel like a whale. I know I’m not huge, but I’m bigger than I want to be. It’s the chin that’s the worst; there’s no definition between my chin and my neck. I’ve found that I always prefer pictures of me when I’m wearing a scarf, because it covers it up.

There were other things that made me feel bad about myself in the pictures – lack of eyes, spots, eyeliner – but I won’t go in to details because I know how sick people can get of other people complaining about their looks. I know I get frustrated when my friends call themselves ugly, but that’s because I would absolutely adore looking like they do. I just needed a vent, I’m sorry if I bored you.

It didn’t help that after coming home I watched ‘Fat Families’ on the telly, which stated that six hours of cycling was needed to burn off a chinese meal – and I had just had two platefuls of the stuff. xD

Still, I played with play dough, which was fun. xD I had it for Christmas, which proves what a big kid I am on the inside.

I hope you all have a nice weekend, and I shall try to blog soon – hopefully tomorrow, as I’ve blogged every Saturday this year so far, and that’s a streak I’d like to keep up, even though I’ve blogged far too much this week, really. My life’s really not that interesting.