Harry Pears

Today was my second day back at school. The summer was over. I knew this for certain when I archived the email I wrote back in March, that arrived on the last day of term earlier this evening. Time to get back in the routine of school; this is nice.

My timetable hasn’t changed too much, which is good. Although not having double Physics annoys me. I got my Maths results from M9; 170/179 which was an A. I was amazed with this; I thought I had dropped at least fifteen marks after having a bad teacher last year. Luckily this year my Maths teacher seems to be really good, and seems to be able to explain things clearly. My sister also has him for A Level Maths, so he knows what he’s doing.

Along with the start of year eleven, I started a new project, which, if you follow me on Twitter, you will probably already know about. It is one of those photo-a-day projects. You can find it, along with an odd About page, here. Please check it out. =]

x

…As I was obsessively scrubbing away at the enamel on my teeth.

I have already been in high school for two, full years. This means I have just over two terms of education left, and then I can bugger off to Asda. I won’t, but I could.

It doesn’t seem right. Most people probably feel like this just before they start year eleven, I would imagine, but I don’t feel that I have been around long enough to be in a full time job in a years time. To me, it feels like I should have another good couple of years in compulsory education at least; everything has gone so quickly. Primary school seems like ages ago, however (and, to be honest, I am glad; I was pretty much a loner for most of it – you could say I am now, but I’m not), but year eight seems like only a few months ago. Even year seven, and the falling outs that came with it, don’t seem like three to four years ago.

It’s crazy, that’s what it is. I mean, year eleven, for young little Harry? Pfft, he’ll be bullied by the year nines, not vice versa.

But thinking about it, I have three years in school if I stay at sixth form, I’m eighteen by now, then add four years for university, and I’m twenty-two, maybe a gap year if I’m lazy, and I am now twenty-three. Time to find a full time job…

No, honestly, I will.

Okay, I probably won’t end up finishing what I have started writing, and won’t post it here. In fact, I think this blog is slowly dying, due to my ever growing need to procrastinate, it would seem. Now, I can see this becoming a major problem, especially as I go into year eleven on Monday. But there we go, I could fail my GCSEs, not get into sixth form and end up working in Asda stacking shelves. Although I would much rather get into university, doing a Physics or computer science course, so I think it really is time I got some motivation and made myself work. And not just at home. At school I have been working less and less in lessons, as the work is getting more and more important. But hey-ho.

I think one of the main reasons I don’t write often, is because I think of things to write about, then when I have time to type it up, I have forgotten what I was going to say and how I was going to word things. Someone suggested that I write things down, and I do now sometimes write down ideas, but I then never bother to do any more than that. And when I do start to develop on it, even the slightest distraction will knock me off course and I won’t want to carry on.

I will never get round to writing about my summer holiday, and I doubt you would want to read it anyway, but I will tell you some of the best bits, mainly for future memories.

19th July, 2009 – WhatNext Event, Somerset House, London

This was the first gig I have been to, and let’s just say, I was pretty disappointed. For the first two hours at least, then headliners The Wombats came on stage. Now, the first two hours had been dominated by “acts” such as Chipmunk, Ghetts and Ms. Dynamite. This really isn’t my kind of thing, although Lion Club who performed a few songs impressed me quite a bit, but they don’t seemed to have released any albums or EPs, so you can only hear a couple of their tracks online. Anyway, when we first got there, the courtyard in Somerset House was swamped with chavs and ethnic minorities; the kind of people who listen to ghetto, RnB, rap “music”. I use the term “music” very loosely here.

Then, after nearly two hours of waiting, most of the chavs and ethnic minorities had departed, and the open air venue seemed to have suddenly gained a lot more scene kids, for The Wombats had taken to the stage. And let me tell you, they played an amazing set, with a couple of their new tracks in there as well.

On the train down to London, I had seemingly insulted most of the people around us, using strong stereotypes. And this was travelling through Essex and East London. The four people I was with all seemed to be in agreement that I was going to get stabbed repeatedly as soon as we cleared Liverpool Street station. Thankfully, I made it home alive. xP

In-between the end of The Wombats set and the train’s departure, we had ninety minutes to kill, so we got the bus to the station and headed for McDonalds. This was the second McDonalds we had visited since arriving in London about four hours earlier (it would have been longer, had it not been for “disruptive passengers” or people wanting to kill themselves at Brethnal Green). I bought 6 McChicken Nuggets, and got some BBQ sauce. Will got a coffee. And spilt it all over himself. We checked to make sure it hadn’t scalded his legs, and, upon hearing that he was fine, we all burst out laughing.

The train journey home was pretty awesome. We caught the 23.30, to arrive at our station at about 1.10 on the Monday morning. One of our party slept for the majority of the journey, and the rest of us sat mumbling things, a lot of it probably incoherent due to our tiredness. But there we go. One of the party, Will, is a pretty big geek, but is also really popular, and a ‘bit of a player’ if you like. How was this? He claimed he kept his geekiness hidden. So I pulled out my phone and recorded six minutes of geek talk. Until someone pushed the shutter over the camera, which apparently deletes the video. So I recorded another, not so good video, that went onto Facebook the next day.

Ireland – Week Two

This will be short. From what I saw, Ireland is like a pretty Britain, with awful roads, and hardly any sign posts. I was navigating my dad there, and from rural Suffolk to rural Wales, the instructions and road signs were fine. Then as soon as we left Rosslare harbour, I got lost. This may have been because the instructions, written by an Irishman, weren’t very clear, but we did manage to find the house without getting lost anywhere.

Wales is nice, especially the windy roads that follow the coast, and then go through the mountains. For some reason, I remember a lot of the stuff they played on Radio 2 whilst we drove home through the night. There was New Divide by Linkin Park, and even a bit of Owl City.

You can see some of my holiday photos on my Flickr page.

Three-Six-Five

I have wanted to do a 365-day photo project for a long time. I was going to start one in the new year, but forgot, so I thought I will start it as I start year eleven at school. From Monday, I will try and upload a new photo each day to my brand new blog. (I will give a link when it is all set up).

Because I know some really awesome people. Josh shipped me across the Atlantic to Michael, and then they fiddled with settings and databases and permissions and got me confused. And here I am, in France.

So thank you Michael for having me, and also I will be very disappointed if you are not there on the 5th.

Although I wasn’t updated to Wordpress 2.8.4, even though Saxxy assures me I was. And I have to write this in the HTML editor, because the WYSIWYG is still broken. I shall update in the morning.

Cookie to anyone who can tell me where the title is from.

The weather is awesome. But, being British, I am still complaining. It’s so freaking hot! But we get thunder and lightning at the end of it all (hopefully)! ^__^

It’s a lovely day, and it is also consultation day at school, so I have been at home since 10.30… Doing what I would do any other day of the year. I feel a bit annoyed at myself, but it is far too hot to do anything else, especially if it involves cycling/walking into town.

Whilst on the topic of cycling, on Friday evening, no one was online, so I got on my bike to see where I ended up. Ultimately, I ended up back at home. But I also ended up outside school… I decided I was bored of cycling around the villages, so went down into town. I have to do it again some time. Google told me it was 7.5 miles. And it was surprisingly fun. ^_^

So, I have been thinking, I need to do more. All I do at the moment is stay inside. I like going out, especially with friends, I just don’t that often. I blame the hill.

On the wonderful network that is Twitter, I found a link to this: 39 ways to live, and not merely exist. In a nutshell, I need to start doing all thirty-nine of those things, but I narrowed it down to the most important.

1. Love
2. Be positive
3. Get outside
4. Pull away from the internet
5. Be in the moment

The other five on the list were: take chances, find your passion, exercise, laugh till you cry and cry.

I think I can achieve these things, if I do actually bother to try. I don’t really seem to care about much right now, so maybe concentrating on these five objectives will help? I don’t know. Number four will be particularly hard, I can tell you now…

June was a pretty hectic month from what I remember, but it went so quickly, most of it is slightly blurry at the edges. Hopefully July will be epic, in terms of weather and getting out and doing stuff. Saturday is my God-father’s 60th, which should be pretty awesome. Then the 17th is the last day of term! =D Then on the 24th, my family and I venture off to a little yellow cottage in Ireland, stopping in Wales on the way there for a night. So I shall wake up in Wales on my Birthday, and be in Ireland when I go to sleep… :O

So, what the heck indeed…

PS. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to.