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Friday, March 22, 2002 This entry is refusing to show up on my page. I don't know what is wrong with it *slaps computer hard* but it's most frustrating. Hopefully it will work this time! Well. It has definitely been a very fun few days. The law conference at Cambridge was absolutely amazing in that I now know I would rather like to go here and almost certainly read law, provided I take a diploma in French on the side one year, and German the next. Particularly, I liked criminal law, tort, constitutional law and family law. We had lectures on each one of those, plus on various other parts of the Cambridge law syllabus. The evenings were cool too.... the first night was a "wine reception" (it was advertised as such) but inevitably it was actually a coca-cola reception. There, I met Emma who had gone on the French exchange I went on back in October, so it was cool to catch up with her and I also met Rob, who she had met because they were staying in the same college. Rob had met this guy named Steven on the train on the way to Cambridge, who invited us all out to a pub. Duly we followed but quickly decided to leave when we saw the rest of the entourage - specifically, 12 tarted up girls who looked ready to follow Steven into any random dive he could find. So Emma, Rob and I selected our own dive, namely the Rat & Parrot. Not actually a dive but not the most wonderful pub I've ever been in. My cider was extortionately priced to say the least. Next morning at breakfast (nicest meal of the day given skankiness of food at college - which I shall discuss in due course) I sat with Fran, Ashley, Amanda and Sarah who I had met briefly the previous evening at the first lecture. Lovely, got to know them over the course of the conference so t'was much fun! Next evening was the debate in the union chamber "This house believes that the Lord Chancellor should not be a part of the government". Tres interessant because it tied in exactly with what I'd been studying in politics. Had a fabulous point to make in floor discussion but wasn't picked by chair. Most annoying. Point "There is a code of conduct for judges which states that they are not permitted to be members of a political party. Surely it is therefore the biggest contradiction in terms for the most senior judge in the country to not only be part of a political party but to actually be a member of cabinet?" After that, Sarah, Amanda, Fran, Ashley and I wandered back to college where we wound up with diet cokes and (in my case, m&m's) watching the second half of Armageddon, showing on Channel 5. Mmmmm, good quality TV. The last evening was perhaps the nicest of all. A mock trial in the union chamber. Written by one of the students who was running the event, it was absolutely hilarious. I have never seen so much sexual inuendo shoved into such a small time frame. I couldn't have written it myself it was that good! After that, Sarah Amanda and myself shared memories of drunken embarassment at Wetherspoons where I got served without a second glance and tried that blue WKD alcopop I've always wondered about. Tastes just like raspberry sluch puppy. And so on to other matters College: must have been Mrs M's evil plot that Anna (other "delegate" from my school) and I were placed at Newnham (all girls... not my cup of tea). The main building and the grounds are beautiful but I was housed in the 1960s architectural mistake. Grey doors weren't dissimilar to those of a prison and while it was comfortable enough (ok, so the bed was as hard as bricks) both my windows looked out onto concrete. The food was even dodgier than that of my school, if that's possible. But the people I made friends with were all sharing the same fate. Ed. Not usually a name I'd associate with utter drop dead gorgeousness but in this instance, my prejudices were wrong. The same guy that wrote the mock trial (and therefore has my utmost respect for having a sicker mind than I do) is called Ed and is nothing short of damn fine! He also had my preivous dilema of whether to do the maitrise double degree but opted for law on its own due to work load fears.... suggests liking for French, plus the fact that he seemed really nice. Certainly looked after the people who were staying at the college he was in charge of throughout the conference. Pity was that I never even got to speak to him. Was considering asking as a question in the "law: the unofficial version" q&a with the committee session "This one's just for Ed - wanna go out for a drink sometime?" I'm sure the 200 people there would have laughed but I chickened out. Probably a good thing. Anything else really? Hum - I have very deliberately neglected the details surrounding the other girl from my school. Curiosity can be satisfied if you ask me. And the words are the letters of the words. Sara xxx (09:54 p.m.) ------------------------------------------ Friday, March 15, 2002 There is rather a lot I could write and I am not sure that I shall be able to de-randomise my thoughts, so the flow of this post may not be exactly brilliant. Oh well, c'est la vie. I spent only three days this week in school. I wasn't ill, though my sister was and still is. I was at a French conference on Tuesday and a German one on Thursday. Oh such cultural diversity as provided by the AS-level syllabus. The French one was, selon moi, an insult to my intellignece, not to mention unbelievably boring in the most part, due to the unengaging speakers. During one talk, I found myself scanning the audience for particularly nice looking clothes *clothes, not boys. Clothes*. The German one, however, was far more interessant. One of the speakers was total verruckt, which made for quite an amusing lecture about mobile phones and in another were some exceedingly bizarre jokes about a secretary. After the German lectures, the cultural value of my day was furthered by a trip to the Goethe Institute in South Kensington. It's a really loveley place - so peaceful and quiet that I can actually imagine sitting down and working there for the day. I joined for six months so I'll have great access to German books and such for my school work. Clarification: Sara looks nothing like Anne Widdecombe. If you haven't heard, don't ask. But all is now sorted. STRESS!!! That would be my current state of mind/affairs/everything. I have an unelievable amount of work to do this weekend. Listed: french oral sheet (structure with bullet points of AS oral about Jean Paul Gaultier), German oral sheet (same but about a different topic - Steffi Graf? I think so...), daunting amount of politics notes, SPU text book questions, SPU coursework ammendments, French essay, French news notes. Plus of course, packing for Cambridge, and making some essential BBYO phone calls. Where, might I wask, will I find the time to relax? I have tennis on Sunday. I am supposed to be going to Oxford tomorrow for a law day but I really can't cope. My dad told me to stay home instead because the stress of that long day on top of all the work plus being surrounded by my sister's germs would probably make me ill for Cambridge, which is the more important trip anyway. Ack! If I hadn't assembled myself I'd have fallen apart by now. Sara xxx (09:33 p.m.) ------------------------------------------ Sunday, March 10, 2002 Somewaht fatigued, though far less so than when I last wrote, I have pretty much recovered from the play but not quite from my semi-hectic weekend. As follows.... Friday evening, after a brief sojourn at the house of the lady who turns up my trousers (my 5"2 vertically challenged status making such things ever necessary), I went to watch Sarah and Emma's AS level theatre studies performance at Watford. A twisted adaptation of the Grimm Tales, it was a highly enjoyable piece of theatre. After which, myself, Hollie and Simon wandred the town, to Tesco of all places. They drooled over vodka sidekicks (and each other) while I felt, to be honest, like just a little bit of a third wheel. I know they didn't mean me to, and I wasn't at all annoyed, just a tad melancholy. This of course was only intensified by my darling mother, who when we got home sat with me in the car and gave me what I imagine was supposed to be a comforting spiel about how none of this boyfriend stuff matters but that she knows it must be difficult for me not having one. I hastened to assure her that said situation only bothers me when there is someone I like who doesn't reciprocate the feelings. She seemed entirely unaware that such a thing had, or indeed could happen to me. Hum. Saturday brought on a bout of shopping with Natalie.I was largely successful in my aims, though the quest for shoes is ongoing, my mother deeming the ones I bought too uncomfortable by far and demanding that I take them back and buy a better quality more expensive pair. *bizarre how the spending roles between her and I are reversed when it comes to shoes*. The evening at Emma's was one of those *interesting* experiences. My first of an actual "drinking game" to be sure. By the fifth glass of I do't really recall what I was learning to fake my drinking, so as to retain my mind. I was at that stage of drunkennes which I really quite like, but certainly wouldn't wish to procede further than, things (including my speech) remaining clear, but scenes seeming somehow distant and softer than usual, jokes funnier and people in general nicer. It also means that as I recall things, it is like watching a film on a slightly faulty tape - things are in order but not continuous. Except of course by their principal theme. My main one was a boy. One, this time, by the name of Tom. I hadn't noticed as such before but he is decidedly sexy. So in my inebriation, I told Andrea who, as is her drunken custom, began to concoct plans. Fact is, that none of these plans brought about the ultimate aim, which was in my mind a pull, but unlike in previous situations, I didn't wind up feeling uglier than usual, or stupider. Tom is simply nice as well as sexy. We chatted, even flirted - at least, I don't *think* that was completely one sided. He even apologised. I remember one point I was on the sofa next to him, leaning back into the cushions and I saw him tilt his head towards me and then look at Ed across the room. Ed then said, loud enough so I could hear, though I doubt that was his intention "Slip her one then". Tom shook his head. I think I have a knack for just fancying the wrong people, certainly in this case had I been looking for some randomner, I wouldn't have ever picked someone with such difficult other emotional connections as regards the other people present. But randomness is not really any good anyway. I like Tom and I can leave it at that. Right, well so much for not mentioning boys. Strangely, I'm not madly depressed after that and I certainly won't be crying out for sympathy. I hold on to the hope of love but I'm too damn busy with life to whine and wither over it now. Bed time. Definitely. Good night. But before you do, go here to this new blog I found and like. With a little more time and a six leaf clover. Sara xxx (10:11p.m.) ------------------------------------------ Monday, March 4, 2002 Fortunately, I did not die from my unpleasant bout of illness. On the contrary, I am now much better. In fact, I was miraculously better for the first day back at school after half term. Hooray? And it wasn't too bad a week at all really. I am on the costume team for the school play so there is much frantic running around to be done every evening until Thursday, final rehearsal being ce soir, final performance ce jeudi. And I spent all day Sunday at rehearsal too. That's not to say my weekend wasn't good. Rehearsal was fun in a very fatigant kind of way and on Saturday I did some much needed shopping at Watford - mother's day present and nice new skirt, while my visiting cousins watched the match round the corner. The evening was going to be quiet and in but at 8pm ish when I phoned Hollie for a bored moan, I was told she was out and that I should try her mobile. A quick phone call later and I was on my way out for the evening - ah the life of a social butterfly - to Tristan's, where we (Hollie, myself, Sarah, Andrea, Emma, Andrew B and Luke [oh and Tristan himself of course]) watched "A life less ordinary" and ate an enormous amount too much ice cream. Mmmmm Haagen Daazs(spelling?). Sunday evening was much as disorganised as Saturday. At about 4pm I arranged to meet Hollie, Anna and Andrea for dinner at 7pm in Cafe Uno. Yummy. And the waiter wasn't too bad either. Oh - des bonnes nouvelles - I am actually now going on the law course thing at Cambridge for four days this month. School was told about a cancellation and Mrs. M phoned me on Friday night to see if I still wanted to go! Yayayayayay!!!*note to self - book train ticket* Now of course I have the joy of another evening in school. Still, it gives me plenty of time pour faire mes devoirs. Give me hunger, give me speed, give me everything I need. Sara xxx (03:38 p.m.) ------------------------------------------ Saturday, February 23, 2002 Meh. Bleh. Other rhyming words expressing irritation, boredom, discomfort and annoyance. I am ill. I never get ill - well apart from frequent heavy colds. I have some kind of bug. Food poisoning? Perhaps. I haven't written on here since I can't even remember when. I am having trouble remembering things actually. Think I might have got alzheimers from cups of tea or brain tumours from diet coke/mobile phones/similar dangerous modern inventions. Still, they say it's good that I haven't been ill all half term. Oh yes, I agree *sarcasm* good that I only got ill in the one bit of the week during which I was not working. Ugh - working.... Actually, I didn't work on Friday night, or Saturday, or Sunday or Monday come to that - I had a rather good start to the 1/2 term, combining a relaxed evening in with hilariously subtitled Russian pirate copy of Chocolat on video, a full day's shopping in the bizarre world of Camden where I dispensed of too much money. (Yes, Mike, you do still owe me that £8). Not only on myself (although am very pleased with gorgeous Pink Kat t-shirt) but on presents for Mike (bonne anniversaire 17th Feb) and Natalie (la meme 21st Feb). Sunday presented an exec meeting *suppresses homicidal feelings towards fellow exec members. Never get anything done at these meetings* a tennis session and a "pretentious cocktail party" which I shan't give detailed comment on. No rest for the wicked, so after a fun day with Hollie and Rhian at the V&A museum and shopping in High Street Kensington, I had Tuesday to Thursday work experience at a law firm with my final two evenings work on Tuesday and Thursday at the supermarket. Needless to say, I was exhausted. So Friday morning I got up, promptly almost blacked out when trying to put in contact lenses, then crawled back to bed and stayed there pretty much til now, eating dry toast and drinking lucozade... er... yummy? And I haven't seen anyone for ages. Was supposed to go to Hollie's last night for fun evening and stay there today until time for tennis (phoned teacher yesterday to cancel - he was very sympathetic and advised a good book). Have been reading Bridget Jones. Not quite as cultured as I would usually go for but when I am ill I tend not to be able to focus great concentration on serious literature. Must go do SPU coursework. Bloody pain it is - or is that just my headache/stomache ache/intense boredom? A life without hope is a life without despair. Sara xxx (03:43 p.m.) ------------------------------------------ Thursday, February 14, 2002 Bleh. My orange was all pithy and flavourless and full of pips. Much like my day really. I'm not against the idea of Valentine's day. In fact, I positively relish the concept of a day dedicated to the expression of love but not when it's named after some random Christian dead bloke (yup, good old Saint Valentine) and has deteriorated into some pathetic excuse for the giant companies to squeeze ridiculous amounts of money out of well meaning people who feel obligated to conform to the heart shaped chocolate clichee. I wasn't expecting anything but that damned eternal optimistic voice at the back of my head told me that maybe today might be different. Just perhaps he might send me a card or a text or anything. But of course he has no clue that I like him, despite the fact that just about the whole of the rest of BBYO is well aware of it. That's always the way and I was fine, really I was, until I sat for three hours at work selling £15 bouquets of roses to last minute love purchasers. Money can't buy you love? I wouldn't be so sure today. I swear I wanted to rip every last petal off those stems. But enough. Anger is released. Now to be more sensible. I quit my job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am, as of next thursday, an unemployed person! I never thought I'd say that and feel good about it. My head aches. I was having a conversation todaqy with Rhian and Wei Wei today about God, or the lack thereof. One idea was that if there was an all good kind and loving god, he/she wouldn't demand to be worshipped quite so much. And a number of others. And in German conversation I talked about the school system and in French conversation about fashion and in SPU about genetic engineering and at lunch break about the monarchy and I have a really sore throat now. Bleh. What's so wrong with being happy? Sara xxx (10:09p.m.) ------------------------------------------ Thursday, January 3, 1980 I am in school and probably should be working. I intended to do some research for my French oral but am having trouble finding exactly what I'm after and the lures of procrastination were too strong to resist.
Apparently, I am the Dark Lady 
Go Faeries!! Take the What Faery Are You? Quiz! This quiz was made by lia random. And my weekend was oddly good. Not uber brilliant I suppose but only because of my lack of realism. I babble: I spent Saturday wandering the house somewhat listlessly in my pajamas and dressing gown, filling in the hours with piles and piles of homework until about 5pm when (sad soul that I am) I sat down with ma soeur to watch the Buffy video. After that, I spent just over an hour pampering myself into readiness for the DCB. I was exceedingly overjoyed, therefore, to be the recipient of many compliments during the evening for my dress, hair, earrings, necklace (which I must thank Hayley for letting me borrow), etc. It was also really very spiffy to see people like Rachel and Georgia again who I hadn't spoken to properly since Convention. Plus, he was there. I did actually dance with him but nothing of "that sort" happened. Natalie and Mikey also came along and I was rather shocked because I hadn't actually believed Nat when she said she would wear her black bikini and see through black dressing gown, but she did and was the subject of many comments both during the evening and the day after. In fact, I was rather disturbed by what I heard and sincerely hope it is inflated gossip - I mean, if it is true then I have surely lost all respect for the pair of them. I don't think I even ought to write it here in case it is seen by.... well, anyone at all actually. But towards the end of the evening, Natalie, knowing who it is that I "like" went up to him and asked him if he was single. She told me that he told her he had a girlfriend and beleiving it, I was vaguely disappointed. Next day, however, he was chatting with people and naturally, the subject arose - he had thought she was asking for herself and therefore made sure she realised he wasn't interested, after all, he was utterly shocked that she was even asking given that she was there with her boyfriend. So now, it seems I am unaware as to what could or could not happen. Bizarre. On Sunday, after CLTC day, which was assez fun, I had to wait for half an hour in the freezing cold rain for my bus, which was supposed to arrive 1 minute after I got to the bus stop. Consequently, I am ill and debating over whether or not to sue London transport. Hum. And now, je dois aller faire mes devoirs. We ignore those who adore us and adore those who ignore us. Sara xxx (03:23p.m.) ------------------------------------------ Friday, February 8, 2002 It's late and although my eyes are tired, the rest of me is not. I was walking home from the coach stop when Hollie rang me on my mobile. "Come out to the cinema and see Monsters Inc." So I walk home quicker than ever before, grab some money and a bag, dump my school stuff and go to get the train to the cinema. Hollie and I are chatting away on the train when we see Anna banging on the window as we pull out of her station - somehow she managed to miss the train despite it being right in front of her! So we get to the cinema where we meet Simon (Hollie's current attachment) who is in fact totally different to how I thought he would be but nevertheless very nice. Anna arrives and we run ten minutes late into the almost empty screen. The film is sweetly amusing but not something I'd see twice. I turn on my phone and hear the immediate and inevitable ring from my answering system. Male parental "Sara, phone home as soon as you get out of the cinema". Obediently, I do so. "Sara, get home right now. Then you're going to play tennis with your mother." Hmmm.. slightly difficult as I'm not speaking to her. "You don't need to from the other end of a court." So Anna and I intend to get the train back, she having told her mother she would be in for dinner by 8pm and it being 8.30pm. Before we reach the train, we bump into David, Alex, Jo and Andrew (most people won't know who I mean but those who do will be surprised when I say (a) he had a decent-ish haircut, (b) he had his ear pierced twice - ick, and (c) he was actually sober! Or at least I assume (c) is true..... oh and (d) I wonder what on earth posessed me back in June last year but I've been doing that anyway for the past however many months). David looked as confused by the world in general as he ever does, which was kind of amusing as Hollie assures us that he is perfectly awake and eloquent in all their psychology tests. So anyway - I arrive home, change into my tennis kit and go out to play with my mother. I win, 4 games to 2. We are not bothered about playing 2 more sets as by this time it is 10.15pm and I am starving. We get in shortly after this and I am told to make my own food if I want any. 2 potato farls, a mini portion of camembert and a few cherry tomatoes later, here I am. So why was I not speaking to my mother? Well when I phoned her on my way home to let her know my plans, she burst into some massive tirade about how I go out too much and I am only allowed out on one night per weekend in future. I ask her why and she tells me that if I continue the way I do, I won't get into university. What the ?????????????? I haven't been in the best of moods over the past few days but I am feeling rather better now, so I shan't go into detail over that stuff here. It would only bring my bitterness back into existence. DCB tomorrow!!!!!!! Wahoo. Except of course for my nervosity. Still, it'll be a fun evening because I'll see so many people again. Just hope Mikey and Natalie manage to restrain themselves in front of me. They aren't going to be entirely fully dressed and I fear that they haven't the necessary willpower to remain sans contacte pendant la soiree. And hope that person isn't otherwise engaged. Hmmm...
Rhian, you owe me a Bounty for bunking your art lesson today! Mischievous child. Wow, a proper kind of social blogging thingy! Spiffy. (I have decided to adopt that word). The distance has finally arrived and what a relief it is. Sara xxx (11:01 p.m.) ------------------------------------------ Tuesday, February 5, 2002 Yay! It did work! Ok, I'll add an archive link to the side now. The page was getting a little long, n'est pas? Sara xxx (10:23 p.m.) ------------------------------------------ Tuesday, February 5, 2002 (Rhian speaking here) Sorry about the loss of your images, Sara. I fixed it all, apart from the guestbook, which I don't have time to do now. If pitas is working, then this should archive your entries, but I bet it won't. -_-;; Sara xxx (10:21 p.m.) ------------------------------------------ |