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December 30 100 thingsI love the BBC Magazine!
My personal favourite on the list number 69 - "First-born children are less creative but more stable, while last-born are more promiscuous, says US research."
So that's where I've been going wrong! Or maybe going right, if I'm more stable (and less likely to have a teenage pregnancy). US research aside, though, have you noticed, you can really tell whether people in school are youngest, eldest or only children. Like.. well, I'm less well-placed to judge about eldest children, being one myself. But the only children are the ones who meet up with friends loads out of school, and the ones who either have a job or are real perfectionists about their schoolwork, cos they can be with no siblings to distract. And it may be a sweeping generalisation, but by the time the kids have reached 17, both parents are probably more likely to be in full-time employment.
And youngest kids? Well, there's the older siblings' friends in the offing, always there for an anecdote. Plus... I don't know. They just always seem slightly older, like they've 'done it all before', cos they've got the experience of when their older brother/ sister did. They're also probably a bit more independent, less hung-up about things maybe. And at holidays or weekends, cos the average age of the kids is older than them, the activities are geared as such - they're more likely to go for evenings out than have to go to bed at 10'o'clock after story and hot chocolate.
Sometimes I really wish I was a youngest kid, but there's ups and downs. I'm just damn glad I've got siblings at all. December 29 EquilibriaGood thing: I have been getting into my music cswk (at last!)
Bad thing: I still have over half of it to do, and that's forgetting the composition
Good thing: I have a new dress!!!! Like, black, sexy, doesn't make my bum look humongous... I call that pretty good!
Bad thing: I don't have any swish parties to wear it to, or indeed a fit guy to wow with it.
Good thing: I haven't done any statistics all holiday.
Bad thing: I have a statistics exam rapidly approaching.
Good thing: I found this reeeally nice shrug (is that what you call it?) in town today, beautiful colour, goes with above dress and the necklace that Ellen gave me for Christmas, contains cashmere dahling, and in the sale at £9!
Bad thing: I bought the wrong size by mistake, so have to go back tomorrow.
Good thing: Peter has moved out of my bedroom as my grandad's gone home - how does a 10-yr-old snore so loudly???
Bad thing: I now have no excuse for not tidying said bedroom.
Good thing: Cold and pretty!
Bad thing: Cold and tissues.
Good thing: Visited the music library! Have the score I wanted and 4 CDs on 2 for 1 borrowing offer, ends two days time so hurry!
Bad thing: um..
Happy New Year if I don't blog again beforehand! December 26 The Day ItselfReligions are funny things. Even within one belief group, there are so many different takes, so many different opinions on the 'right' way to do things.
This Christmas was slightly weird cos it fell on a Sunday. There's normally a local agreement at Christmas. Cotteridge Meeting, being the slightly more traditional of the two and the one where we usually go, never meets except on a Sunday. This is in line with the Quaker tradition, and the logic that Christmas Day should be no more or less special than any other in the year - 'a God is for life not just for Christmas' sort of thing.
However, cos that makes Christmas into a bit of a damp squib for anyone who likes singing carols, Bournville Meeting, which has a small organ (slightly unorthodox, but there we go), holds a meeting on Christmas Day, and there's some singing and readings as well as periods of silence. This necessitates a programme outline, so it's completely unlike the meetings that happen every other Sunday of the year. It works fine, and usually there's a really good atmosphere, plus any non-Quaker visitors, friends/ family, feel less excluded. I tend to wear my cross necklace on Christmas Day - I'm not quite sure why, it just feels appropriate.
But yesterday was strange. Being a Sunday, Cotteridge held a meeting, so the Cotteridge contingent at Bournville was much smaller than usual. Plus, all the traditionalists at Bournville who instinctively don't like the Christmas arrangements were there, being a Sunday and all that. So half the meeting was singing and being Christmassy, and half the meeting was tacitly refusing to join in. Nobody was actually offended I don't think, but it did make for a less joyful occasion than on previous years, which is a shame. As Mum says, if you can't sing at Christmas, when can you?!! And I know that's not quite the point, but... meh! December 24 Christmas :)I hope everyone has a really good Christmas, and that everyone enjoys themselves as much as possible! I say this cos I know there are people out there who will not have a Merry Christmas as such, and I seem to be having this driven home atm, but for those people, have a peaceful Christmas, and whatever is happening, there is always hope. What is the Christmas story about, if not hope, peace and love?
And for all those for whom that's a bit deep and religious, try not to get too drunk!  December 20 Damn Cheek!I wanted to find the mark scheme to a Mechanics question I've been getting stuck on, so the first place to go was edexcel.org.uk for obvious reasons. Clicked on 'Publications', the normal stuff - and I discovered that you have to pay to get past papers and mark schemes!!! They let you have for free a specimen paper, one for each module, and thereafter you have to pay! At least AQA isn't so tight-fisted.. You have to pay for past exam papers at Edexcel!!! Talk about privitisation of the education sector! December 17 BachI've entered a competition to win 160 Bach CDs, his entire musical output! I doubt I'll win as thousands of people will have entered, no doubt with infinitely better answers than mine, but it suddenly occured to me, what would I do with 160 Bach CDs? I mean, I'd listen to a few of them, get fed up of Baroque music for a bit, and listen to some Britten or something. Then they'd sit in several huge piles in my bedroom, gathering dust, never to be appreciated again, until I needed an urgent present for Dad, who would have probably nicked all the ones he wanted by then anyway. So yeah. I think it's just as well that I ain't gonna win! December 15 TelepathySometimes I wish people could read what I was thinking. Only sometimes - we all need a lil private space in our heads where we can store stuff, memories, secrets, all the things that are so private you haven't even told your teddy bear.. you know the sort of stuff.
But if there was someone who was really irritating me, and they could look at me and 'hear' me thinking "Stop being a prick, you stupid self-obssesed moron who needs a good kick up the backside" or "What the fuck did you say that for?", it would be so useful! They'd know, I wouldn't have to make a scene of myself by actually saying that stuff, and they could take note without it being such a direct insult! I could list several people in the last few days who that could have been useful for, and for most of them it definitely would not have been appropriate to tell them out loud.
Or guys! You could get over to them that you liked them (nice personality/ nice shirt/ nice body etc) without making a fool of yourself cos it wouldn't be a conscious message, just a general signal of interested-ness that they could pick up on without the need for massively complicated body-language guides or the like. Similarly, you could tune into their 'vibes' so there was no need for humiliating eyelash-flashing before you knew whether or not they were likely to go out with you!
There'd have to be pretty strict rules otherwise it would get out of hand soooo quickly. Like, could telepathic messages be used as legal evidence? What if there were different layers of the consciousness and you could select access permissions for the different layers? And you wouldn't be able to use it for monetry gain.. Let me know when someone discovers the relevant brain waves, it's gonna be so cool! December 13 ChocolateLooking on the list of 'recent entries', a depressing number of them seem to have some connection with UCAS, so I thought I'd mention a rather more important subject (especially for the time of year) - chocolate.
I have a rule with chocolate, one that has held me in good stead since the number of my frees vastly increased at the beginning of this year (damn you, Tuesday week A...). Anyhow, the rule is this: 'Chocolate bought in school has half the number of calories bought out of school'. V important that.
As a result of Classics and Tom and Gurmeet, I have another rule to add to the list: 'Fair Trade chocolate also has a half-calorie count'. So by that logic, if you were able to buy Fair Trade chocolate in school (which, incidentally, I hear a group of L6s are campaigning for), it would be only a quarter as bad for you! Shame that doesn't help over Christmas.
It's awful, actually. I'm not one for obsessing over my weight - I've got hips, or more to the point the gene for hips, and the same goes for my height, so my logic has always been that it's no use stressing over food cos there's not a damn lot I can do about it anyway. But just since September, I've had more access to a vending machine, and.. and.. oops..
I love chocolate! It has the power to make things happy, or at least to taste nice while everything else is going really badly, but why does it have to be so guilt-inducing? I'm sure there are worse things in terms of sugar and fat content, but do they have the same effect when you look in the mirror? I think not. And does the Home Bargains on the bus route tempt you with cut-price products of them? I think not.
What's the solution? Ignore my cravings? Not taking any money to school and relying solely on my smart card has helped, but then someone returns some change, or something, and guess where I am again. I think I know what should happen. Cadbury's should dye all their chocolate purple. It just wouldn't hold the same attraction, would it? December 11 Please Can Someone Explain?Why and how do completely random people wander onto your blog when you've taken it off the 'ping-servers' thing, and off the 'syndication' setting, whatever that means? If you are reading this and you don't know me, this isn't meant offensively, but why?! Just a lil survey.. December 10 CambridgeThank god that's over.
The interviews went OK, I think. Could have gone a hell of a lot better, but they could have gone worse as well, and there were no 'trick questions' of the type that you hear about in the press, just loooooots of maths! Same with the test really - could have gone better, could have gone worse. They said that you weren't meant to have time to finish it, so that's kinda reassuring. I reckon I answered about 2/3 of the questions, and probably got about 3/4 of those right, so about half marks overall.
What you can't tell, of course, is how other people did in comparison, but I guess that's the admissions tutors' jobs, not mine. If I get an offer, great, if I don't I can go to Durham anyway!
Anyhow, I can now concentrate on Christmas + Music cswk without worrying myself silly about integration etc.! :) December 01 Lil ThingsThings are generally OK at the moment, but it just seems like there are all these little stresses which are really starting to get to me.
For instance, I went to bed last night, and remembered that in my interview the guy had commented on the bit of my reference which said I speak French fluently. I'd been honest and everything, told him what had happened, and it's not like I'm going for a French course, but I've realised that it calls the validity of the rest of my reference into question. If Cambridge pick up on that as well, it's really really not good (especially as I had to send in the UMS marks which showed that I bombed out on the oral), so I went to speak to Cornell about it and she says that she'll phone if I think that it'll put my mind at rest.
What else? It's two and a bit weeks away from the end of term!!! It's just hit me that not only do I have to do all the Christmas stuff for friends and the like, I've gotta do a draft of my music cswk, and I still haven't finished the analysis yet!
I've got earache and a cough, which seems to be a permanent state of affairs nowadays, but Miss has suggested a singing lesson tomorrow lunchtime, and I don't know whether I'll be able to sing properly.
My mum thinks I ought to visit York on 14th December so I've got to sort that out, and that would mean missing more double music which I don't need right now.
The computer won't stop crashing.
Integration is pissing me off, which is rather unfortunate seeing as I have a hard Maths interview coming up.
Last but not least, it's not exactly a new stress, but I can't help thinking I ought to tell ____ that I like him, and needless to say, I'm not sure where to start, etc etc etc. Don't you hate being made to feel like a thirteen year old again?
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