"Oh Lord, won't you buy me a...sexy, fast Bent-ley,
all my friends drive...um..er... have cars,
I must make amends,
So Lord, won't you buy me a sexy, fast Bentleeeyyy..."

I've just watched Top Gear for the first time ever and actually thought it was really good. I've steered clear in the past because Jeremy Whatshisface used to annoy me.
I don't know why he did, I just seemed to have had it set in my mind that he did.
Maybe he was rabbiting on when I was in a bad mood one time.

The Bentley wasn't on it (unfortunately), its just that that is my favourite car.
So remember that if you ever feel like buying me a present.

Lets not talk about revision because it's disturbing.
I decided to take a break from it on Sunday and Monday as I had become so pressurised and unproductive.
And there was that whole breakdown-fed-up, no-food, no-sleep rampage so stressed mope on stairs tantrum thing.

So yes, over the Bank-Hols I went to my cousins house which was fun. Went to town and thus was made to do the guard-bags, sit in corner and wait for us to look at everything but then buy nothing thing, by all the girls.
The dads were almost as worse!

I did however buy a nice belt for only 100 and this cool, grey, bag for 500. What a bargain.

I am of course talking in pennies since said items were purchased from Primark - c'est l' etiquette vouz -na savez pas.

After that and nearly dying of starvation, and surviving a monsoon, and learning that its really not a good idea to run through a water-logged car park full of puddles in a pair of converses
(And why do they have holes in the bloody sides?!), we went to the Bhaktivedanta Manor Hare Krishna temple.

Its one of my favourite places in the world.

Both the Manor, which used to be the home of George Harrison (yes, of The Beatles), and the grounds are massive and so beautiful. I can still remember the view from the boat-shed overlooking the lake when I went a few summers ago - so amazingly breathtaking.

And all the monks and devotees are really nice and friendly, people from all over the world.
My sister even fulfilled her new challenge to herself of finding a Japanese person everywhere she goes last Janmashtami.
(I keep trying to explain to her that they are not an endangered species but she still gets excited whenever she finds one)

Pics are on Flickr. I couldn't get that many as it was pouring with rain.

Im off to eat, see ya.

I am feeling [ bored and mildly depressed ]
I have just been [ laughing ]
I can hear [ the Urban show on Radio 1 ]

WOW!
Pharell and Kanye West have done a song together.
The 2 best producers in Hip-Hop at the current time.
Together.
On ONE track.
This is AMAZING!

Although, its titled "Number 1". Do people not realise how stupid they will look if their song doesnt get to the top of the charts?
Come on people, learn from Ludacris' mistake.

Anyway, back to what I was actually going to talk about.

The mild depression is a result of revision. Don't you just feel like throwing solid hydrogen bonded structures at walls when you think everything is going in but then marking past papers tells you otherwise.

Mind you, it was the first set I've done and I got high B's / Low A's, and I can only get better can't I?
However, the reason Im repeating modules 1 - 4 is to get better than last time, which means low A's is not good enough.

And keeping everything going at once is proving to be difficult. Having concentrated on Chemistry this past week, my Mechanics has taken a slight decline.

I just want it to be over. Come on July!

I had the Biology practical already. What is OCRs obsessesion with Urine?
It went okay despite me being extremely disorganised, and barely able to keep my eyes open.

Of course it just had to be me who spilt the ethanoic acid everywhere, and who then later on managed to drop the Urease pipette into the acid pool, so denaturing the enzyme.
Never a good thing when the experiment is based on enzyme reaction rates.

And incase you didn't know, it takes about a day and a half to get the smell of Urease, ethanoic acid, and "Urea Solution" off you hands.

I had just been laughing at this, which I came across through Mr Hoo.

Finally - what do you make of this:

I got a phone call from Models Online yesterday at about 11am.

The (eventually polite but unprofessional) lady said that I had been selected by their "management team", out of hundreds, and congratulated me.

The thing is I applied online only the night before - hmmm?

She then asked about my age and height and said I'd be suitable for catalogues and something I cant remember now.

After this she informed me that Models Online is not an agency and that they only "help aspiring models break into the industry", (Cringe) and proceeded to read a whole load of sell-it-to-the-listener crap to me about them in a kind of wow-we-are-so-good-aren't-you-lucky tone.

Then - and this is where it gets fishy - she said that as a model I'd need a portfolio and that she would like to invite me to their London studios for an appointment. Apparently this normally costs between £300 - £400 but she had a few slots for free.

Why if it cost so much was she willing to do it for free?

Then I explained how there was a problem as I was doing my A levels and wasn't free until July and asked if it was possible to come down then.

She said no as she only had a few of these free-of-charge-slots left, and became really really pushy:
"Can't you spare one Saturday?"

"No, I'll have no free time until July"

"Not even four hours?" (Yeah, like I can get to London, have a photo shoot and get back in four hours)

"No, they have already started, I wont be free until the Summer"

Then she backed down and asked me to call her back when my exams were over.

So what should I make of this?
How come I was picked so quickly?
Why are they giving me a £300 - £400 shoot for free.
Why was she so pushy for me to have it?
Where do they get their money from?
Are they a go between between me and the Agencies?

Models Direct also emailed asking for some better pictures to present to their national selection pannel. How exciting.


Anywho, Im off.

Je suis tres tres fatigue!

Oh la la. Revision est trop difficile et mentalement fatiguant.

Aussi, je voudrais vous informer que je suis maintenant un pingouin bleu. Voir les mes photos a Flickr.

D'accord, assez du Français...back to english.

In the past few days I have been:

-Shallow (but lets not go into that right now).

-Revising and stressing, and altogether hating Chemistry (and taking it out on cans).

-obessed with Flickr. I've finally got round to uploading some new photos from Japan, (more to come) and have joined loads of groups. I love it!

Now, Im quite tired, and annoyed with myself that I cant finish this module of Chemistry like I wanted to.
Im also quite bored. But can't allow myself to do anything without feeling guilty about not revising.

Anyway, Im going to go and wonder round the house for a bit, maybe drop in on the kitchen, see whats a cookin' (Haha).

I need help.

Can you wear a cravat with a waist coat at a ball?

I've decided to go for a waistcoat.
At first I didn't want one because I thought they'd be quite grandad-ish but I tried one on and it looked quite good.

I've also decided against a Cummerwhatsit because according to the guys in Moss Bros, everyone will be wearing them, and also because I dont think they suit people with my build.

So anyway, I have a predicament because the waistcoat I have chosen (picture) doesn't come with a bow tie.

It's more of a wedding waistcoat, but the dress waistcoats available make me look like a blackjack dealer.

It does however come with a cravat.
According to my friend, the guy in the FallOut Boy video for "Dance Dance" wears one so its ok.

Hmmmm.

And what do you think of the waistcoat colour? Or should I go for one of these?
(See waistcoats. I was thinking, red, gold or that one?)

Noooooooooo-oooooooo
-ooooo...ooooooooooo!!!!

I can't believe it! They kill Marissa off!

Boo. Hoo.

I failed my driving test.

How crappingly unfortunate.

And the most frustrating thing is the reason I failed for.

I didn't even do anything drastically wrong.

When you turn left at junctions, you do so in 2nd gear. I so knew that. I do that all the time normally.
So why did I do it in 1st gear on test?!!

And the examiner even said, "I'd have let you off if you'd done it twice, but you did it four times".

I can't even fail properly! (joke)

All my manouveres were perfect, and I only got 3 minors on the other areas of driving.

I should have known something was gonna come up when I did a final parallel-parking practice on the way to the test centre.
As I pulled up next to a parked car and began to reverse, one of the fifteen billion cats that lives on our road, which just happened to be black, toddles along the road infront of me.

And just now, I opened the window in my sisters room to listen to the storm (one of the best ones I've ever heard by the way. Lightning, thunder, wind, rain, hail - it had it all!) and accidently knocked a little mirror which is one of the many pieces of crap on her windowsill out of the window onto the lounge roof outside.

I don't think I broke it.
At least I hope not.
It doesn't look broken.
And this is ridiculous because im not even superstitious, well apart from never allowing volume on radios to be set to 13, and prefering even numbers, but I think thats more of an OCD thing.

Luckily she's in Hong-Kong for work purposes till Saturday so I can hop out onto the roof when its less The-Day-After-Tomorrow-ish outside and retrieve it.

*Puts on bad tie, elongates nostrils, shuffles papers on desk and swivels in chair* Ehem, and in other news...its my last ever day at school tomorrow.

Ever!

Just makes the phrase "Friday's cool 'cos..." so much more appropriate.

Im not happy or sad, I don't really feel anything. Most probably because nothing is sinking in as we have so much more on our minds.

And thats the final report for tonight, Carol Kirkwood brings you the weeks forecast next.

Goodnight.

Once again, its time to make that choice, do you want to be a social outcast for 10 weeks, or do you want to sacrifice hours of your time in front of the TV watching a bunch of freaks?

You decide!

Hahaha, so I was just telling my mum about my new found hobby - Parkour, and shes goes,

"What's that?"

"Its a type of sport which is a cross between running and martial arts where you run through the urban landscape to express your freedom despite being trapped by city life".

"You what?"

"Haven't you seen those BBC adverts where people are running off building tops, jumping onto other buildings and things?"

[In Gujarati - therefore cubing the sarcasm] "Yeah, very clever!"

"Obviously I wont be doing that!.......gimme about 5 years, then I'll be doing that".

[Angry/concerned/oh-my-god-my-baby-is-mental mother look]

"Right now Im only an amateur. I'll only be jumping over fences and cars and stuff...and people, people would be cool."

[Again in Gujarati] "Have you informed your face about this?"

Wow.

I was just on myspace, and was looking at the profile of a really cool person.

Maybe you know her, she comes from Manchester, and is living in the US at the moment, but going to uni next year in the best city in the world.

Anyway, not only does she have fantastic taste in music, but she supports the Parkour movement.

"The who movement?", I hear you ask.

Dont worry, I wasn't cool enough to know what it was either (Actually, I lie, I knew it existed, and love it, but didnt know the name of it or how big it actually is).

The Parkour movement.

How funky is that.

Im half tempted to go outside and jump a fence right now.

They all look so cool.

I have to do it sometime, I have to learn!

Also, something about something else Im interested in has been posted on FunkRunner
(Although, judging by the content, it should technically be on Scribble).

Check it out - and go check out Banksy's site - how cool is that!

<P>
This is an appeal.

Can someone please teach me about UK politics.

I was watching newsnight last night, and have been listening to Radio 4 a lot recently (because Radio 1 has become SO AMAZINGLY CRAP - yes Scott oh lets diss my own mum, act like a twat, tell the same crap jokes, and play the same old clips over and over again Mills, Im talking about you!) and have become rather interested in this Labour party hoo-ha.

So far the things I know about politics are:

- Labour is (meant to be) left wing.
- Conservative is (meant to be) right wing.
- Tony Blair is becoming unpopular, and, as 50 cent would say, has got beef wit' Gordon Brown, who wants his job.
- David Cameron is obviously liking the bitch-fight, and edging it on.
- David Cameron is cool because he came on Radio 1 (before it was whack as cack) and seems to be in touch more with the younger generation.
- The LibDems are (apparently) one big Joke.
- The BNP have 3 brain cells between them.
- Nick Griffin should be shot.
- The house of commons seems to be one big brothel.
- Edwina Curry is a bitch. (That interview on Womans Hour was hilarious!)
- No one likes Patricia Hewitt.

Now, thats all I know.

Can someone please teach me the rest. And make it as unbiased as possible.

Sigh.

Doesn't life just suck sometimes.

Especially when your stuck and things just seem to get worse.

And when you can see someone else feeling like the world is on their shoulders, and you're powerless to help.

Im really proud of my parents.
They've worked so hard, coming from nothing, to give my sister and I everything we've wanted.
And they're still working really hard, but still sacrificing their wants.

I really want my sister and I to make it in life, because I want my parents to feel that their hard work paid off.
And I wish they could start to take it easy now, and enjoy their lives a bit, and do what they want to do.

I guess I can help, maybe not directly right now, but by working hard and becoming successful.

This is rambly, I appologize, Im tired.

When I got home today an invitingly thick envelope was lying face down in the porch.

Just as I had thought, it was my Imperial College accomodation application form.

I was a bit disappointed to find that I couldn't actually choose the halls I wanted, but that I had to rate room type preferences from 1 to 7.

Im hoping to get a single, self-catered, en-suite room. Its going to cost £144 pounds a week. I know that is a *bleeping* load of money considering the accademic year is 38 weeks long, but I talked it over with my parents, and they agreed it was the best option.

I can tell mum is worried about all the costs mounting up, especially living day to day in London, but I really want to do this by myself. I dont want my parents to pay for it, I mean dont get me wrong, I'll happily accept the odd hand-out now and again, but I want to manage the whole financial side of uni myself. They've already given me enough, and its time they got to relax.

I will have a loan for maintenance and one for my tuition fees, which wont have to be paid back till after I graduate and am earning £15,000, so that will be sweet, plus I may also be entitled to a non-repayable grant.

All that, plus a possible job, is leading me to think I'll be okay financially, which is cool beans.

In other news, I got the results of that Chem mock back today.
I got a very disappointing C.
But just 2 marks off a B.
But still a C.

I hate chemistry, its so hard and depressing, and it gives you insomnia. Stupid chemicals

In even more other news (you can tell Im tired right?) I checked my blog stats today for the first time in ages, and according to StatCounter, it seems Im getting about 7 regular readers a day.
Now I cant trust StatCounter, because its all confusing, mixed up and to be honest a little crap. But the extreme tracker one doesnt seem to give information on returning visitors so its all I have to go on.

So, if you are one of the mystery people who does read this blog and you dont ever comment, please reveal yourselves, and leave me a comment! You know I like them.

Nighty night.

It has been had.

The pre-exam, lock-down conversation that is.
I am now offically banned from the net until July and from going out to parties. (Im agreeing with the latter, but the first bit, schyeah whatever!)

Basically, Im entering exam period so posts from now until the end of June will be few(er) and far between, and probably lacking in juicy-blog-quality.
Just a heads-up, but keep checking just in case.

I had a chem mock today.
Not sure exactly how it went. I answered every question, but whether it was the right answer, Im doubtful in some cases.
Most of the weekend was spent revising for that. But as a result of an email conversation with a certain someone, and in order to keep myself sane, I watched 4 hours of The O.C.

Omg its soo great!
I laughed so much at the bit where Seth goes to the open day at Brown Uni to try and blag his way in and doesn't have a name badge so just grabs the one nearest him.
Then the tour guide is like, "You're name's Kumar?"
And Seth replies, "Yes. Kumar Zimmerman. I’m half Indian, half Jewish. I am a Hinjew."

Seth is my secret idol.
My uncle once said that he reminded him of me for some reason, and two of my friends said the same thing. But that was just because my hair was slightly longer and I was wearing the Seth trade-mark shirt and jumper combo.

Also today, N, A, and I were at the back on the Coach going to games, and randomly started talking about sex (As is natural for teenagers on the back of a bus [err...talking about that is, not having...although...judging by some of the chav's these days...]).

Then N goes, "We worked out that if I was a guy, I'd be quite small", as she held out her hand, index finger and thumb outstreched.

(This is all based on the rumour that penile length is equivalent to the distance between the tip of the index finger and the tip of the thumb. - I know you're all checking now, even the girls!)

A and I both laughed, because she wasn't well endowed.
I checked my own hand after saying it was a whole bunch of crap, and then wished I hadn't said anything, as N jokingly began stroking my knee with an "Ooh hello..."

Then A, competative as he is, stretched out his hand and for a split second seemed pensive before coming out with, "but what if its curvy?"

N and I both looked at each other and burst out laughing, and were unable to stop the whole of the rest of the way, only stopping for the occasional breath or to cry "curvy!".

And so was born A's new nickname - Curvy.

Anyway, best be off to revise,
Adios