Haven't posted since that big Ash related ranty post. Well...I tweeted @ashofficial yesterday...and Oh My Days I got a reply. There's a potential all ages Belfast show in the spring. Which is yay in itself, but omg I got a reply! :D

In the real world, I'm doing fine. Winter's a bit hard to adjust to...really if the moon's still up it's still time to be in bed :(

I have to learn to knit again, though. Young Enterprise group, huzzah. Early mornings, sekrit product development, breaktime sales meetings... My company takes everything so seriously. It's amusing.

Seriously though. I got stuck on my ICT coursework today, had the teacher take a look at it...she told me what I was stuck on was beyond A Level, so she didn't help me D:

I enjoy my classes...they're just not what I really want to do. I get pointed looks from the careers teachers every so often. "that's a very difficult career to get started in..." IT'S A RECESSION. Wow >.>
I know, I sound very snippy, but they grind my gears.

I'm tired of being told that I'm not good enough, by people that barely know me; I know they have to be cautious because you can't just say someone's going to get their dream job straight out of uni...but a bit of faith and positivity would be smashing.
So would friends that aren't attention seeking and two faced...or overly clingy. Or wannabe counsellors.

Oh, woe. :P

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The word for a job is the same as the word for a journey that's a bit manic. I also hate my careers class; the teacher barely knows me, but pretends we're BFFs only to be condescending if anyone starts talking about doing something they like for a living.
I don't know what I want to do when I grow up. I'd like to do medicine, or law, or youth work, or ICT/programming. I don't know which one to choose; I'm not too worried just yet, I've got another year til UCAS start hounding me...

My ICT teacher's also a twerp; initial draft coursework deadline is this Monday - she missed classes, meaning very few people actually know what to do. I've done the bit she asked for, but I can't help others (even though I want to) because a. time pressure and b. I've done everything in a stupidly complex way that works, but only makes sense to me and twerp woman. But the class itself is lovely, and fulfils my RDA of geekiness. I also want to learn HTML & CSS, but we'll see how that goes because I do have three other subjects to do, and 2 committees, and doing mentoring for firsties. Although learning a programming language would maybe help me see if this is just a hobby, or something worth doing a degree with.

And the majority of friends-who-aren't-asshats are all away at uni now. Still, most are coming home for Christmas, not too long to wait. I don't think I'll do Nanowrimo this year though, because I don't really need anything else on. I don't really want to go to bed, either...but I suppose I might as well.

Weekend. Long weekend, bank holiday on Monday. It's been a crappy crappy week, so I'm glad of the extra day. *sad face*

I've had a constant headache for the past week, too! It's annoying, nothing helps and it's leaving me like I've got the stuffing ripped out of me. I'm sleeping a lot more, but I don't feel any more rested, which is a bitch. It's sooooore and I'm in a foul mood. Well, not foul but slightly 'grr'. People at school are being wankers but that's nothing new, is it? I guess not. My mum thought I loved school until recently. My brother's only started liking school, and he's got a day left until he leaves. Yeah, that's right. So...she's upset that we haven't had a good school experience. It's not her fault though. She can't help that other people are bastards. Every year at the end of summer I hope that my year might've matured a little bit, but to be honest I think we're the worst year group this school has seen in a long while.

Don't even know why I'm writing about school on a Saturday. Bored, I guess. I may do some art, or maybe write a bit more. Maybe read...I have to engage my mind or else I'll make myself mad with depressive thoughts.

Winnie caught a mouse today, out in the garden. I'd known she was a mouser, but I'd never seen her with her prey before. I wasn't so horrified as I thought I would've been, but it was difficult seeing that the sweet little 'grumpy pigeon' (don't ask, I don't know!) I know is the same cat that kills for fun. And her little face, it was just so angelic, looking for approval. My dad praised her anyway. He's like that, I guess.

I had a migraine yesterday, first one in ages. Forgot how rotten they are, although I had the last of my rizatriptan and it took most of the symptoms away, so I was just tired and grouchy for a few hours after. Not exactly sure what triggered it. I had a few ideas, but nevertheless I'm restricting my chocolate intake (well, in theory anyway) on the orders of my mum. It could be that, or light, or too much sleep...if I sleep more than I usually do I get splitting headaches. That's me 'being a typical teenager' out of the question then. I barely sleep anyway, so I just have to stop lie-ins on weekends then.

Oh, I could really go for a hot chocolate now too. Only in deprivation do you really appreciate things. Saying that I'd better not, because I might have another migraine and my medication's run out, and the doctor's given me the wrong meds; I won;t have any more til tomorrow, which isn't so bad, I guess.

Had today and yesterday off school for teacher training, and I get the 5th May off for the bank holiday. Wonderful, not too long to wait til the weekend either. So no matter how much I don't want to go back to school tomorrow, at least it's only for three days.

Cari's messing me about again. I wish she wouldn't, but then I doubt that she even knows she's doing it...*sigh*

Well, we're doing secret Santa, but it's really secret...don't want to upset the others, but seriously...

There was a lot of bitchery on Friday at school from Davina, which was a bit unpleasant...about Secret Santa, of all things. I think he's using it as a reason to get mad because he couldn't get mad without a reason, because that would be silly. Not that this isn't silly, but I guess it's better to have a reason, at least. I told him that I couldn't afford to get much, and he whinged at me "at least you have a job!"

That actually made me do a literal (O.o) face, then I said "Yeah, except I don't get paid!" And he got all pissy after that. Ehhh...I dunno.

On the up side, I got money today from my mum, and I got my fambly's Crimbo presents, (well, most of them) and now all I have to do is get a few little things, and a present for Joanna, and whoever-the-hell-i-get-in-secret-secret-santa. Ah, this is, like, fun!

Going to Fusion tonight I think. I'm thinking of going off to make proper hot chocolate now, I'm a wee bit cold and I have nice chocolate for once =3

question nicked from slapacrossface - what are you getting (and/or getting others) for Christmas?