A stranger in my own 'home'

Call me dramatic or whatever, but today I realised one thing: Seven years of your life can count for nothing.
Seven years of my life, nearly 8200 hours, 492000 minutes, 29520000 seconds of my life spent under one roof...or should I say a conglomerate of roofs that form what was known as my school.

The place where which for seven years I spent at least 50% of my life (as sad as that seems, perhaps even more to be honest).

Now I'm the kind of person who loves school. Literally I loved school. It may have been tough and such a pain some days you just wanted to fake being sick, but the rest of the time, it was like a second 'home' - a place to live, learn, make friends, create your ideas about the world.

And I was sad to leave. Sad when in the summer, we had to say goodbye to the school and to the past in which I both reminisced and yet wanted to move forward from.

Well as fate would have it, I'm back.
I have to walk those halls again. Not as a student, but as an OG (Old Girl)....one problem....for me to actually walk those halls again I might need to actually get past the front lobby.

Spent an hour and a half...or maybe more sitting quietly and patiently for someone to get me or let me in, but no. No one came. No one bothered at all. I was branded 'the problem in the foyer'; Their words not mine, though I doubt 'they' thought I could hear them.

So yes, after spending a some much time at a place which I thought I knew, it turns out I know nothing at all, because the place I visited was no 'home' of mine. No memory of me exists there and now doubt they ever will.
In fact I am not even a stranger....strangers were treated with kindness and respect as they arrived...I was treated like a piece of tossed out garbage on the street, someone hoping that another would take care of it if they ignored it for long enough.

This from a place which prides itself on steadfast ties with alumni?

Well I guess that's a lesson learned...loyalty is dead.

33 Days of Summer

It's been a long time right?

I don't know what happened here.... I have felt very unmotivated in writing for some reason....well not the kind of writing which is worth sharing anyway....

ummm... prom happened?

It was weird to think this was probably the last time i'll see some of these people (bar results day) ...

...but I guess that's a part of life and I'll keep in touch with the ones who mean the most to me or the ones that fate will have a strange way of bringing back....

So how's the summer going?

I've been spending too much of my time wastefully...lounging about in my new-found freedom, sadly spending way too long on Twitter, hitting the refresh button  (barely any on facebook =O) , but more significantly trailing through amusing youtube clips...yes, the written word has escaped me in favour of the visual delights of the videos you can find on this one site... even inspired me to have a go at making my own...which is turning out to be quite interesting as well as time-consuming....atleast its more productive than watching Gilmore Girls on repeat? Who am I kidding, I LOVE watching Gilmore Girl repeats...  

On another note... The work has started at my house and will probably continue throughout the summer right until 2011 decides to grace us with it's prescence.

According to my mother, who insists on me filming the work every day, today is Day 33....it feels like Day 133....the builders are going at a painful pace, which to be fair, could be to do with the fact that there are only TWO of them.

And to top it all off I am no longer taking that long anticipated trip to the States...I should have been flying out yesterday....but things happen and we will not be going anymore...so not only will I miss the wedding we've been planning most of the year for, I am missing a chance to go to New York and am now stuck at home....
[ok that kind of sounded a little whiny....I apologise....i'm just a little sad/angry ]

It hasn't been a total bore though....

I went to the cinema a couple of times just for one film [its a long story not worth boring you with]

and  note: I now fully understand/appreciate that air-conditionining is vital in a cinema.

I went to a barbecue earlier this week...and even though it rained, the intention was still nice and we had a lot of fun with particular reference to a Skype call from a friend on holiday in Mauritius....mystery friend, you know who you are...

so yes, that's all I have to report....perhaps now I have gotten over writing this post, we can go back to writing a little more regularly?

Observational I

Life has a funny way of reminding you how connected you all are....

How all those people you see, see you too.

How even though you may not know them, they know you. They know who you are, what you do, what you like [or who]

Anyway, to quote ... 'Just think; You could be a big part of someone else's life and not even know about it'.

Maybe I'm a paranoid fool....maybe that rerun of One Tree Hill is getting to me...(you know the one where Peyton meets her half-brother who is actually her stalker)....ANYway [I'm goin back to my corner now]...*end of rant (for now)*

In or Out?

So, I had an interview today....great stuff those...nothing like an interrogation about your life. I also had to bring a portfolio and any fellow artists (or creative people) know how long it takes to put one of these together....you spend hours deciding which pieces to put in. My interviewer just flicked through my stuff casually, barely glancing at each thing for more than two seconds...it was least to say, very frustating. 
The guide also said we'd find out straight away if we got it or not....my interviewer...he... was very vague....he didn't say no...but he didn't say yes...so what does that mean? In or out? now I have to wait for a UCAS email....obsessive email checking for the next two weeks or so? ....good times.