Last night, I threw my GCSE Latin and biology books into the recycling bin (After spending about fifteen minutes trying to remove the staples). I thought that I had redefined heaven.

Oh no, redefining heaven is throwing away evry single piece of A-Level French grammar that I have ever collected. Lovely stuff.

I've just been out on the big-ass University shop, and bought nearly everything on my list, including a funky wok with a thermo-spot. Wok time!

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Right *Defiant look in eyes, hands on hips*

Now, due to some happenings in various communities that I post in recent hours and due to certain people reading my journal that I would rather not, I have decided to friend lock my journal.

Just comment and I'll add you.

*Turns off megaphone*

Now, what I'd love is a Queen friends-only banner with some of the lyrics to 'Friends will be friends' on it. Anyone from daily_queen know of any?

Me and Mum walked up to Waterlooville to get me some jumpers for New York and other things and we didn't end up fighting, which to be honest, usually happens on a mother/daughter shopping trip.

We left about 2ish and I saw a red Ferrari F430 and it was gorgeous. It was the spyder version I think, and watching it move was like watching poetry in motion. And the sound of the engine, music to my ears!.

Anyway, firstly we went to Dorothy Perkins but couldn't find anything really appropriate and just as I was about to curse my Mum's practibility, we went to Peacocks and found two very nice jumpers. One is stripy (Black and white - As my Mum said to me today "You like your stripes don't you?") and the other one is a black turtle neck one that is very thick and warm and is the chunkiest thing I own. James has some properly thick jumpers on Top Gear and I think this has the potential to join the ranks of his huuuge jumpers (It's actually pretty much a black version of the one in the link and very pretty).

Then, we went to Superdrug to get me some foundation. Have gone without for a couple of weeks as I've never had any money so bought some for New York.

After that, we went to the Library because they were having a book sale and I found The best of Jeremy Clarkson's Motorworld' on video for £1 and Mum bought me a car maintenance for beginners book. I even found a leaflet for Castle Combe and want to go Go-Karting there! (Am I right in thinking elfinessy that you did driving at Castle Combe?)

Bought carrots and parsnips for tea tonight along with bread and then walked home, talking about cars with Mum.

Have just joined a James May fanlisting thing and just received an email from 'James May' - I wish!. That's almost as funny as my brother being on the Arsenal fanlisting thing and receiving emails from Arsene Wenger and actually once believing the Frenchman himself was personally emailing him. Bless.

Dad's just got back from shopping and he bought his own chucky jumper. It's half James style but actually reminds me of the one Richard wore when drunk on the way to Oslo. I just told him this and he sighed saying Richard Hammond must be at least 20 years younger than him. Haha, my Dad is only 44.

Goodness, I just love the world of IMDb boards sometimes. People get so worked up over nothing - It always makes a good read, especially if you can stick an amusing, yet mildly provocative comment in there.
There's the one really patronising guy over on one of the comedy boards and he gets so worked up about everything that I just had a very large rant at him, which felt divine.

Dad went out last night with some guys from work. I'm not sure what time he came back but it was after midnight because I stayed up until then watching glorious QI with Mum. We watched 'Mock the week' which was great because David Mitchell was there but there was no Rory Bremner :( ("I shall let you on your way Mr Bremner, far be it from me to keep you from the classics"), then we watched the QI episode I taped on Thursday, and then straight afterwards a QI episode on UKTV G2. John Sessions was on the show! With Dark hair!.

Woman named Amanda is at our house at the moment with a large laptop, trying to flog sell my parents a new shower room. Personally, I think buying me a car would be a better investment but each to their own.

What on Earth has she got in that briefcase? Is that a modem, or a car engine? *Stops observing and goes back to reading James' column*

I'm going out jumper shopping later, and Mum is paying for all purchases. *Crosses fingers for some more stripy ones*

Just watched a rather glorious hour of Top Gear on UKTV People. Bugatti Veyron - The car industry's Concorde - driven by Jeremy, against James and Richard in a Cessna 182 aircraft flown by James. It's not my favourite race though. That would be Verbier by a long shot.

We just had Ian the Plumber round. Nice chap, married to my Mum's colleague. He's come to tell us how much British Gas have screwed up our house and be impartial. My Mum bought cans of Diet Coke especially.

No school for a week and a bit. *Punches air*. I'm actually shattered. I almsot fell asleep in French on two occasionas this week but today Mrs Bond gave us chocolate cake and we watched 'Manon Des Sources' which was quite good actually.

I'm going to New York on Wednesday so there was much excitement and glee at the end of school between me and Bathsheba.

Have just finsihed off a can of Diet Coke and some baby potatoes. And now it feels like the carb-filled fiends are eating my insides. Intolerance! Intolerance!

Listening to lovely Queen album rather loudly, whilst talking to Liz about how a real gentleman can drive fast, but chooses not to and having a text conversation with Rachel about hanging out when she comes down to see me in April. We've already got a London trip planned and she's searching for vegetarian restaurants around for us to go to. She's like a cool older sister who treats me well but doesn't borrow my clothes or steals my make-up.

We're so alike it's scary. We could be twins, seriously.

It was the last in the series of 'The 5 o'clock show' which I'm quite disappointed about because I liked seeing Richard Hammond's smiling face every weekday.

I fancy a creme egg so much right now. Mmmm, fondant.

Talked to Ben briefly earlier but there was obviously some tension there. Oh well, I'm just happy that I finally managed to pluck up the courage to sit next to Joss and completely ignore him earlier.

Talking of which, there are already Valentines memes up. Oh Joy.

Is smutress a word?

If so, nicodeimus is one!

*Sticks out tongue at Demus - GRIN*

Today it was the Birthday Service and I was asked to do a small reading. Well, it was only a sentence, but it still required an hour long rehearsal which meant I walked into Spanish 20 minutes late and Mr Jones addressed me rather sarcastically, but being of such maturity, I ignored him.

History was so great today. Big political debate about the Islamic cartoons. Gemma hadn't even heard about them so me and Kim explained to her whilst Mr Simpson interjected his conspiracy theory about the whole thing. I also explained to her the effects of water on a corpse (Too much CSI watching!). And Mr Simpson read out the article we were studying in an ultra-posh English accent which made my day because it was fantastic. Plus, he completely forgot that i owed him work so when I presented it and feigned innocence, he was happy that I handed it in.

Have been receiving a copious amount of texts from Natassia which is nice because a conversation with her almost always ends in sheer hilarity.

Kate went to Parliament today so skived the Birthday Service. Her loss - She missed Mrs Hunter's atrociously funny hair, three Porsche sightings and the collection which me and Annabelle made a complete hash of.

Mum made curry. Am wearing my James jumper and can't spill curry on it. *Ponders and takes it off*

I've been busy with my camera ::Grins::.

I actually took a couple for a reason but it turned into a big random photo session.

These first two are from my Clarkson book and evidence of how sometimes, hair can be classified as a torture weapon:

( Warning: There are some serious hair issues under this cut. Click at risk )

^ *Runs and hides*

( My first car )

( City lights (From the trip to London) )

And finally...

( Camera whore )

Picspam!

Today was such a bonkers day. Firstly, we had French which was normal enough but then it got a little bit surreal.

Kate brought me in a Jeremy Clarkson book from the library, which in itself was not surreal, just very nice *Hugs*

In English, we got back our Hamlet coursework and I got 38/50 which is a B but I still felt quite upset, especially since I put so much effort into it. After making it through the whole lesson without breaking down, I cried my eyes out in the cloakroom, luckily The Corner People were on hand. Annabelle and Sarah were doing some serious hugging and Kim made me laugh hugley and brought my tissues, oh and then Kate came and hugged me and said 'Think of Clarkson' which made me think of the white trousers and scary hair, although it made me laugh a little.

Then we started to play volleyball and played a really good match and then Sarah fell over. Her ankle was twsited so I took her to the nurse and we took her shoe off and the lump was the size of a tennis ball - and I'm not exagerrating. (Okay, maybe not a tennis ball but a lemon at least). Anyway, I got her stuff from the cloakroom and gave it to her and went to have lunch. Then the receptionist came and found me and told me she was going to hospital and that she asked for me to accompany her.

So we headed off to the hospital and got her checked in but Mrs Norland (The school nurse) had to leave because the office was short staffed so I was in charge (!). I think I did a pretty good job. I got Sarah a cup of tea, made sure she was comfortable and we listened to Queen together. I went with her everywhere, including to the room with the rather gorgeous doctor and I kept the school and her parents updated. I even got time to finish my cartton for Liz.

She didn't break her ankle but it's seriously sprained. Her Dad picked us up at 4.30 and drove me home. Typically, my Mum wasn't bothered with me going to the hospital to help one of my best friend, but by the fact that I missed Spanish. She's obviosuly not seeing the bigger picture.

I'm sure anyone would have done the same in my situation, it's what friends do.

I'm exhausted now though.

Oh, and quick hugs to elfinessy *Hugs*