green eyes, yeah the spotlight shines upon you....+_+
today at dinner my mother wanted salmon and my dad wanted tuna. me and brother didn't mind, so we went fifty fifty. that's genetics for you.
a strange weekend. for me the harry potter movie was not quite as bad as berengere said it was, but not as good as theo said it was. voldemort wasn't scary. he was a bit too bald and human. and daniel radcliffe had some dumb lines, for example "i love magic!", although he did try acting a bit. rita skeeter made the whole film. totally awesome.
everything is christmassy. bought presents today and played sleigh ride in orchestra. then came home, and did some physics for once in my lifetime. i have an interview. well, four actually. for some reason one interview isn't enough at oxford. four's the minimum. i wish they would just combine them all into one slightly longer one though. damn katrina not having to do two tests and send off four essays and got to four interviews. also the bloody interviews seem to have been scheduled for the weekend before my extended essay is due in. (*panic, convulsions, horror etc.*)
strasbourg people are back. tim returned bearing a beatles haircut and a scarf of mine that michael gardiner stole. no sign of becky or michael currently. in fact most people furtively took friday off.....hmmmm (not that i can talk).
very impressed by the comments by the way, not used to all this attention, tee hee. and while we're on notting hill quotes, "i'm just going to the kitchen to get some food, then i'm gonna tell you a story that'll make your balls shrink to the size of raisins".
i wish it would snow. lucky lucky people in cornwall. if it's going to be cold then it could at least be beautiful too. had to wait for my cello teacher to give me a lift this morning at 8.30. newham academy of music is the coldest place on earth.
i am going to see kurtis' performance of my fair lady in march. very very excited, although it is four months away...*just you wait, henry higgins, 'till you're dead*.
still rather depressed though. still have an extended essay to write.
and an interview to prepare for.
and a room to tidy.
and miles to go before i sleep.
and miles to go before i sleep.
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But at the same time Saturday's have their own charm, mostly no school is good.
Mike xxx
tomorrow, always tomorrow.
it certainly ain't monday.
"Today is the tommorow you worried about yesterday"
you can never love notting hill too much.
would you like some apricots, soaked in honey?
Can I say that Thursdays are probably my favourite - you then realise that no one likes you so you're ready for the lonely weekend. Also the TV's usually better to accomodate for everyone being out on Friday - unlike crappy Tuesdays.
Mike xxx
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