Thursday, 19 August 2010

Cardiff won't know what hit it!

Wow, nerve-wracking morning. Got up at half 7 to check ucas as I couldn't sleep anyway (and had Jason Derulo in my head - thanks Bee - for some reason). I managed to get through anyway to see the magical words that I've gotten in to Cardiff Uni!. I still didn't know my results, so went off to school to find that I have As in History and English and Bs in General Studies and French. To put it frankly, I is well pleased man. I am also brimming for the Geen as she managed a whopping A* in Business Studies, I'm so proud of her seeing as we were both worrying our socks off!

The wine is out.

At 10.44am.

Nuff said.

Pictures to come I'm sure. Whether they're postable or not is another matter, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Adios!

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

Wow. How fast has this month gone?

This month has been such a whirlwind, I feel like I've been away for eons. Firstly, it was Big Chill, which was fun but not entirely what I expected.

Of course, I've been to a festival before, but the music wasn't my cup of tea, really. However, the best experience ever with who I know call champagne man.

We're [me and callum] getting dropped off at the purple gate, which is in fact 2 miles away from the purple campsite. So I do my best at looking helpless, and a man draws up beside us in a 4X4, accompanied by a winnebago (wanna bango?) and says we can put our stuff in his car. 5 minutes later, when the traffic halts to a standstill, he whacks out some effing champagne and some plastic flutes and shares his festival celebrations with us. Great start eh? But the festival was a bit of an anti-climax really, as after all I was travelling to Lanzarote afterwards, so perhaps that had an influence.

Well, it was a great holiday! Besides drinking and eating my bodyweight in cocktails and meat products I was surprised to find I had only put on about 2lbs in weight! I can tell you I punched the air at that one :) All inclusive is definitely the way forward. And the spa. Oh mamma that was some good jacuzzi-ness. And the tan isn't too shabby either! Getting back to the daily grind was hard work.

RESULTS. To-fucking-morrow. This is going to painful, I can tell. Comiseratory or celebratory drinks are definitely on the cards, though I have a strong feeling they will be comiseratory. I can't say anymore, otherwise I may pop. Will update at some point tomorrow with tears and multiple tubs of ice-cream.

And then there's my driving test in 7 days' time! August is not a relaxing month for this small one. But not to worry, as I'll be departing to France 3 days after to practice some parlance. Je vais boire beaucoup de vin, aussi.

Anyway, overload of words so I'll stop here for tonight I think. Update soon, over and out.