I am fully aware that I haven't blogged in an entire month, but I'm not going to apologise for it, because it genuinely isn't my fault. For the past three and a half weeks (since Friday 9th), I've been stuck in my bedroom with the lights off and (new, black, thick) curtains drawn, unable to do anything but watch movies and sleep. I only left my room to get more water, eat, and go to the loo.
Because I've had the worst migraine ever.
I was up crying with my mum one night during the first week, and a little while later, I actually went into A+E. That's how bad it was. The slightest noise or sliver of light made my hands instinctively fly up to cover my eyes and let out a whimper of pain. It was awful. Eventually, I started spending a few minutes on the computer, but I couldn't read more than a couple of sentences at a time, and I had to set it aside every ten minutes. Therefore, I wasn't up for being on the interwebs, let alone writing a blog.
It's been gradually easing, and it's nearly completely gone now, but having been sheltered from noise/light for so long, I'm still rather sensitive towards it. I've missed two weeks of school, and this week is half-term, but I'll be going to back on Monday.
But that's not the only thing I'm doing on Monday. Throughout November, I'll be participating in NaNoWriMo. For those of you who don't know, that stands for National Novel Writing Month. As it sounds, you have to write a novel in one month. Specifically, a novel with at least 50,000 words in it. Now, I'm not actually doing that ... I'm doing the NaNoWriMo Young Writers' Project, which is for people up to the age of seventeen who don't feel capable of doing the entire 50k. Unlike the original site, you can set your own goal -- I'm going for 25,000 words. So you probably won't be hearing much from me throughout November, either. AND in December, I'm going to be editing, studying, AND reading my friends' novels.
But I'll try to blog as much as I can.
I'm really worried about my Book Count. I know it's just a fun challenge that I've been partaking in all year, but I still have to read eight books before 31st December, at 11:59pm. I can almost hear you now: "What are you on about? You still have two months!" But with November pretty much cramped, and December I'm pretty busy, I don't know how many books I'll manage to read. (I will, however, be counting my friends' novels towards it). But even more importantly than my Book Count, is my English teacher's. He wants everyone in our class to read ten books before the end of term. That means that the few days before the New Year (which is when I generally get a lot of reading done) won't count towards his ... manga doesn't count in his mind, and 10 poems can equal "one book" in our book logs -- but I still don't know how I'm going to manage.
I'm thinking that maybe I'll let him know about NaNoWriMo, and see if he'll let me read a lower book count/let my friends' novels count towards it.
Anyway, I have to go and eat dinner now. I have another blog in the works that I started while I was ill (wrote about three paragraphs before it got too much), and I'll probably finish that while procrastinating next month. Heh.
Saturday, 30 October 2010
Friday, 1 October 2010
Asthma Attack
This is copied straight from my dA journal, because I can't be bothered to write it out again. Note that "today" actually means Thursday, because that's when it happened ...
I had an asthma attack in PE today. It was so freaking scary O_O
We were doing cross-country relay, and I had to throw the baton to the next person in my group 'cos I was too weak to go any further. I collapsed on the floor, my breathing worse than a seventy-year-old smoker's, in so much pain (in my lungs) that I started crying (I don't cry. Today was the first time that my best friend of two years saw me cry). My friend, who was in a different group, got to the same station as me a few seconds after I collapsed, and sat with me and cuddled me and tried to calm me down, while panicking herself ("Deep breaths, Steph. Ohmygod, ohmygod. Come on, it's alright. Deeeeeep breaths. Ohmygod." Because she's a sweetheart.
Someone got the teacher, who literally sprinted across the field (She was near the changing rooms, and I was at the opposite end of the field ... it's a BIG field) to me. I tried to get my inhalor out of my pocket, but I was shaking so badly that my hand kept falling away from the zip.
Eventually, I took my inhalor, and I sat there for a good five minutes, on the soaking wet grass, shaking, crying, gasping for breath. And then, after I started recovering, the teacher made me walk across the field. I nearly fell over at least five times, because I felt really unstable, and she ended up supporting me half the way. And then I sat (again, on the soaking wet ground) and stared at the grass until the end of the lesson.
I've been in a zombie-like state all day. PE was first period, and the rest of the day, I just walked around blankly, almost completley unresponsive. It felt like someone was stabbing my lungs every time I breathed, and when I spoke, it was like they were twisting the knife. I nearly started crying again a couple of times, but I managed to fight back the tears. It was awful.
I got a lot of hugs and arm rubs, too ... I don't like attention, but it was interesting to see who cared and who didn't. Jess was clearly the one who cared the most.
It's still painful when I breathe, but it's not as bad. More of a pin-prick. Compared to the pain I felt all day, this is nothing.
But I'm still shaken. This was my first proper asthma attack. Asthma has given all kinds of pains in PE, the most popular being what I describe as "someone sticking a knife down my throat and twisting it." ... basically, when the cold air gets down my throat, my asthma kicks in, and causes agony. But that is NOTHING now, after today. I've had small asthma attacks before, but this one hit me so strongly and so suddenly, it was so much worse.
Worst. Experience. Ever.
I had an asthma attack in PE today. It was so freaking scary O_O
We were doing cross-country relay, and I had to throw the baton to the next person in my group 'cos I was too weak to go any further. I collapsed on the floor, my breathing worse than a seventy-year-old smoker's, in so much pain (in my lungs) that I started crying (I don't cry. Today was the first time that my best friend of two years saw me cry). My friend, who was in a different group, got to the same station as me a few seconds after I collapsed, and sat with me and cuddled me and tried to calm me down, while panicking herself ("Deep breaths, Steph. Ohmygod, ohmygod. Come on, it's alright. Deeeeeep breaths. Ohmygod." Because she's a sweetheart.
Someone got the teacher, who literally sprinted across the field (She was near the changing rooms, and I was at the opposite end of the field ... it's a BIG field) to me. I tried to get my inhalor out of my pocket, but I was shaking so badly that my hand kept falling away from the zip.
Eventually, I took my inhalor, and I sat there for a good five minutes, on the soaking wet grass, shaking, crying, gasping for breath. And then, after I started recovering, the teacher made me walk across the field. I nearly fell over at least five times, because I felt really unstable, and she ended up supporting me half the way. And then I sat (again, on the soaking wet ground) and stared at the grass until the end of the lesson.
I've been in a zombie-like state all day. PE was first period, and the rest of the day, I just walked around blankly, almost completley unresponsive. It felt like someone was stabbing my lungs every time I breathed, and when I spoke, it was like they were twisting the knife. I nearly started crying again a couple of times, but I managed to fight back the tears. It was awful.
I got a lot of hugs and arm rubs, too ... I don't like attention, but it was interesting to see who cared and who didn't. Jess was clearly the one who cared the most.
It's still painful when I breathe, but it's not as bad. More of a pin-prick. Compared to the pain I felt all day, this is nothing.
But I'm still shaken. This was my first proper asthma attack. Asthma has given all kinds of pains in PE, the most popular being what I describe as "someone sticking a knife down my throat and twisting it." ... basically, when the cold air gets down my throat, my asthma kicks in, and causes agony. But that is NOTHING now, after today. I've had small asthma attacks before, but this one hit me so strongly and so suddenly, it was so much worse.
Worst. Experience. Ever.
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
DEVIN, I LOVE YOU. DEVIN, I DO!
WHEN WE'RE APART, MY HEART BEATS ONLY FOR YOUUUU.
Uhm. Yeah. Hi.
This morning, on top of the amazing things Devin Lytle did yesterday, I woke up to this message:
And I went completely beserk. Sitting on my bed, in my school uniform, completely forgetting about getting ready for school ... I went "SQUEEEEEEEE!!!" and flapped my arms around like a spazzed-up seal. And it took me forever to think of a reply. I typed one thing, thought "No." and backspaced, typed another - "No" - backspaced, typed another - "No" - ... I think you get the point.
I was so ecstatic. I'm still internally fangirling now, to be honest. I get all giddy at the thought of this XD
Uhm. Yeah. Hi.
This morning, on top of the amazing things Devin Lytle did yesterday, I woke up to this message:
And I went completely beserk. Sitting on my bed, in my school uniform, completely forgetting about getting ready for school ... I went "SQUEEEEEEEE!!!" and flapped my arms around like a spazzed-up seal. And it took me forever to think of a reply. I typed one thing, thought "No." and backspaced, typed another - "No" - backspaced, typed another - "No" - ... I think you get the point.
I was so ecstatic. I'm still internally fangirling now, to be honest. I get all giddy at the thought of this XD
Monday, 20 September 2010
Steph Here With An Update
After a nudge from my friend, Megha, I decided to blog again. I was going to blog every day on the first week, but (a)I was too exhausted, and (b)nothing particularly interesting happened. I'm in Set One for all of my lessons except Maths (Set Two, by choice) and Music (Set Three, because I suck), and the lessons are all pretty damn easy. However, I've received twenty-three pieces of homework so far, and that's the draining part. Not because it's hard, but because it's cutting into my free time and I don't want to do it.
My timetable is this:
Monday: Tutor/Assembly. Maths. Break. Science. RS. Lunch. Drama.
Tuesday: French. PE. Break. English. Geography. Lunch. History.
Wednesday: PE. Art. Break. English. Maths. Lunch. Science.
Thursday: Maths. French. Break. English. Science. Lunch. Tech.
Friday: History. Music. Break. ICT. Tech. Lunch. Geography.
The underlined classes are those I share with my best friend, Jess. It's not fair.
And this is more for me, than for you, because I doubt you care. This is a "see if I can get it to actually stay in my brain this time." Because in June last year, I was STILL asking my friends what lesson we had next XD
Today has been a mixture of boring, bad, and absolutely amazing. In that order. It's been really dull.
After assembly (which was on cyber-bullying, a subject that really bugs me), we went to the fire alarm meeting point, where we go and line up in register order in our forms whenever a fire alarm rings. Cora, a girl in my form who is before me in the register, stood on my toe. Then Rosie hugged me because she thought it was her fault, and then Cora hugged me, too. Lots of hugs to around.
In tutor (which is an hour with our form and form teacher, where we usually have discussions and learn about things that affect us and stuff, like smoking, drinking, litter, ASBOs, etc.), I'm in a group with Jess and Owen for a project we have to do, and our group name is Nameless. I came up with it. Aren't I just so witty? No. Anyway, our subject, which I also came up with, is prejudice & judgement / bullying. This is mainly because I hate it when they all judge me and laugh at me when I show the nerdier side of myself. I'm secretly snapping back. Yeah.
Before Maths, we had SCHOOL PICTURES. Dundundun. We had no warning for this, so all the other girls were like "WTF?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?! I LOOK LIKE A FREAKING MESS!" Which was hilarious. And while they were fussing over that, I was chanting "I'm not going to show my teeth in this one. No matter what, I'm not going to show my teeth." I'm pleased to say that I did, indeed, not have to smile with my mouth open.
In Maths, we had a "test", which was actually five easy, two-minute-max problems on Pythagoras' Theorem. She gave us twenty entire minutes, and Pythagoras' Theorem is so damn easy, I finished it in ten. The other ten minutes were the most boring, stretched out ten minutes of my life. When walking out of Maths block, I tripped as I walked through the door and hurt my ankle. Boohoo.
In Science, we were talking about the menstrual cycle and fertility treatment, which was actually kind of fun because the girl I sit next to is pretty funny. There was this one part where we, working with the person next to us, had to draw a picture of the process of IVF (In vicro(glass) fertility ... test tube babies). Only, the person drawing it had to have their backs to the board, and was completely clueless as to what we had to draw, and the other person had to describe it, but couldn't tell their partner if they were doing it wrong. I was drawing. It was hilarious.
In RS, we had a cover teacher, who is really nice, and we were talking about how Martin Luther King ended suffering, and what he went through to succeed. That was dull. And then in Drama, we're creating a documentary-like performance about homelessness, and I'm in a group with Deckel, Ellie, James, and Jake. This group is great, except for Jake. I can't work with him, AT ALL. We used to sit together in Maths, and it got so bad that the teacher moved me next to Kelly because Jake wasn't letting me work. He kept stealing my things, poking me, closing the textbook and not giving it to me, hiding my Maths books. Being a general pain in the backside. So, we got hardly any work done because of him, and I just KNOW my score is going to be low when we perform next week because HE affects how I work. I'm going to speak with my Drama teacher next lesson, or maybe I'll go and see him at some point this week, and ask him not to put Jake and I in a group together again because he affects my work and I don't think it's fair.
I'm going to go to a meeting at Wednesday lunchtime about the DofE, because it's a great opportunity. I'll probably blog about the meeting, and whether or not I'm going to go ahead and do it.
In other, so much more exciting, news, I created a second Tumblr yesterday, called EffYeahDevinLytle, because Devin is so amazing deserves more love. I made it YESTERDAY. One of my followers told Devin about it, and she's following me. Devin. Lytle. Is. Following. Me. On. Tumblr. I fangirled for an hour straight.
Squee, much? I think so.
Also, less exciting but still amazing, I've been watching Ouran High School Host Club, an anime about a girl who gets mistaken for a boy and is forced into joining the Ouran High School Host Club, continuing to pose as a boy as the members of the Host Club slowly become a second family. It's really amazing, and I'm really enjoying it. I watched it on the recommendation/bothering/harrassing of a girl in my year, who I used to be really good friends with, and wouldn't leave me alone until I watched it. And my friends online were, of course, fully supportive of this (I'm looking at you, Allie and Rhaps). But, yeah, anyway. Excellent series. I only have a few more episodes left until I've watched them all ^.^
Now, I'm tired, my ankles are starting to hurt (and if that turns into what it was like last time they both started hurting at the same time, then I'm in for a hell load of pain), and I just want to snuggle up and watch Ouran High School Host Club for the rest of the night. So, see ya!
My timetable is this:
Monday: Tutor/Assembly. Maths. Break. Science. RS. Lunch. Drama.
Tuesday: French. PE. Break. English. Geography. Lunch. History.
Wednesday: PE. Art. Break. English. Maths. Lunch. Science.
Thursday: Maths. French. Break. English. Science. Lunch. Tech.
Friday: History. Music. Break. ICT. Tech. Lunch. Geography.
The underlined classes are those I share with my best friend, Jess. It's not fair.
And this is more for me, than for you, because I doubt you care. This is a "see if I can get it to actually stay in my brain this time." Because in June last year, I was STILL asking my friends what lesson we had next XD
Today has been a mixture of boring, bad, and absolutely amazing. In that order. It's been really dull.
After assembly (which was on cyber-bullying, a subject that really bugs me), we went to the fire alarm meeting point, where we go and line up in register order in our forms whenever a fire alarm rings. Cora, a girl in my form who is before me in the register, stood on my toe. Then Rosie hugged me because she thought it was her fault, and then Cora hugged me, too. Lots of hugs to around.
In tutor (which is an hour with our form and form teacher, where we usually have discussions and learn about things that affect us and stuff, like smoking, drinking, litter, ASBOs, etc.), I'm in a group with Jess and Owen for a project we have to do, and our group name is Nameless. I came up with it. Aren't I just so witty? No. Anyway, our subject, which I also came up with, is prejudice & judgement / bullying. This is mainly because I hate it when they all judge me and laugh at me when I show the nerdier side of myself. I'm secretly snapping back. Yeah.
Before Maths, we had SCHOOL PICTURES. Dundundun. We had no warning for this, so all the other girls were like "WTF?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?! I LOOK LIKE A FREAKING MESS!" Which was hilarious. And while they were fussing over that, I was chanting "I'm not going to show my teeth in this one. No matter what, I'm not going to show my teeth." I'm pleased to say that I did, indeed, not have to smile with my mouth open.
In Maths, we had a "test", which was actually five easy, two-minute-max problems on Pythagoras' Theorem. She gave us twenty entire minutes, and Pythagoras' Theorem is so damn easy, I finished it in ten. The other ten minutes were the most boring, stretched out ten minutes of my life. When walking out of Maths block, I tripped as I walked through the door and hurt my ankle. Boohoo.
In Science, we were talking about the menstrual cycle and fertility treatment, which was actually kind of fun because the girl I sit next to is pretty funny. There was this one part where we, working with the person next to us, had to draw a picture of the process of IVF (In vicro(glass) fertility ... test tube babies). Only, the person drawing it had to have their backs to the board, and was completely clueless as to what we had to draw, and the other person had to describe it, but couldn't tell their partner if they were doing it wrong. I was drawing. It was hilarious.
In RS, we had a cover teacher, who is really nice, and we were talking about how Martin Luther King ended suffering, and what he went through to succeed. That was dull. And then in Drama, we're creating a documentary-like performance about homelessness, and I'm in a group with Deckel, Ellie, James, and Jake. This group is great, except for Jake. I can't work with him, AT ALL. We used to sit together in Maths, and it got so bad that the teacher moved me next to Kelly because Jake wasn't letting me work. He kept stealing my things, poking me, closing the textbook and not giving it to me, hiding my Maths books. Being a general pain in the backside. So, we got hardly any work done because of him, and I just KNOW my score is going to be low when we perform next week because HE affects how I work. I'm going to speak with my Drama teacher next lesson, or maybe I'll go and see him at some point this week, and ask him not to put Jake and I in a group together again because he affects my work and I don't think it's fair.
I'm going to go to a meeting at Wednesday lunchtime about the DofE, because it's a great opportunity. I'll probably blog about the meeting, and whether or not I'm going to go ahead and do it.
In other, so much more exciting, news, I created a second Tumblr yesterday, called EffYeahDevinLytle, because Devin is so amazing deserves more love. I made it YESTERDAY. One of my followers told Devin about it, and she's following me. Devin. Lytle. Is. Following. Me. On. Tumblr. I fangirled for an hour straight.
Also, less exciting but still amazing, I've been watching Ouran High School Host Club, an anime about a girl who gets mistaken for a boy and is forced into joining the Ouran High School Host Club, continuing to pose as a boy as the members of the Host Club slowly become a second family. It's really amazing, and I'm really enjoying it. I watched it on the recommendation/bothering/harrassing of a girl in my year, who I used to be really good friends with, and wouldn't leave me alone until I watched it. And my friends online were, of course, fully supportive of this (I'm looking at you, Allie and Rhaps). But, yeah, anyway. Excellent series. I only have a few more episodes left until I've watched them all ^.^
Now, I'm tired, my ankles are starting to hurt (and if that turns into what it was like last time they both started hurting at the same time, then I'm in for a hell load of pain), and I just want to snuggle up and watch Ouran High School Host Club for the rest of the night. So, see ya!
Wednesday, 8 September 2010
Day Two!
First period, I had PE, and I was worried 'cos I left my note at home and I don't have the school jogging bottoms, but we didn't actually DO PE today. We just got sorted into our groups and got our levels from last year and stuff. Afterwards, I was talking about it with one of my friends, Owen, and he was saying how he has basketball next term. I have netball next term. I think that's COMPLETELY sexist. I love basketball, but I hate netball. Basketball is the only sport I like, and it's not on the girl's PE curriculum. Hmph.
Second period, I had French in a class of thirteen. Yes. Thirteen. Most classes are around thirty, but a lot of my classes seem to be especially tiny this year. My French is the smallest so far. I sit between Owen and this guy named Elijah, and then Kelly sits the other side of him. So I kinda like my place there. The only downside is that Owen is right-handed and sits to my left, while I'm left-handed. So our elbows are constantly bumping as we write. So we're probably going to rip each other's throats out by the time Miss gives us new places.
Third period, English. Until the lesson actually started, I thought I was alone in this class. As in, no friends. It didn't bother me much because English is the one class where I don't mind being by myself. For at least five minutes, I was standing outside the classroom completely by myself. My friends down the hall were mocking me. But then people started showing up, and there are couple of girls in my class who (a) don't try and (b) can't be smart enough for top set. Which is what my class is. I'm in top set, with a couple of the dumbest girls in my year. I mean, MOST of the people in the class are smart. But I want to know how those girls got into my English class. ANYWAY, in the end, Sam and Mitch are in the class, so I do have friends with me. The teacher is pretty awesome, but we only have him once a week, and we have a different teacher for the other two lessons this week.
Fourth period, Geography. Somehow, I scraped Top Set for this lesson. Seriously, though, I am so bad at Geography that I should be in Set Five ... the special needs class. I am so terrible. Later on, in History, we had a Geography-like task to do (about WWI), and I managed to label, like, six countries on a map of Europe. I SUCK. But I got in Top Set, so ... yeah. We're studying America.
Fifth period, History. I love my table. A girl with frizzy hair called Hannah sits opposite me, and we get along pretty well. Next to her is Sam, my wonderful, ginger friend since forever. And next to ME is Kelky. His name is Sam, too, so to save confusion, I call him Kelky. It's from his last name. I'm not going to tell you what his last name is, but I call him Kelky because of his last name. Similarly, there's another Sam in most of our classes, and I call Pudde (pronounced Pudd-ee, spelt Pudde because of his last name). Again, it's from his last name, but it's not his last name exactly. ANYWAY. The teacher went through the curriculum this year with us, and it sounds like it's gonna be pretty boring. But I have an interesting table.
We worked it out and I'm with Jess in five classes. Six including tutor/assembly on a Monday. Kelly and I are in eighteen together. And they're the only specific numbers I know.
So far, I'm Set One in every lesson except Maths and PE. For Maths, my teacher last year said I could move up to Top Set if I wanted to, but I chose to stay in Set Two because that's where I'm comfortable. And I suck at PE, so I'm in Girls Class B.
I'm going to go and sleep now. Bai.
Second period, I had French in a class of thirteen. Yes. Thirteen. Most classes are around thirty, but a lot of my classes seem to be especially tiny this year. My French is the smallest so far. I sit between Owen and this guy named Elijah, and then Kelly sits the other side of him. So I kinda like my place there. The only downside is that Owen is right-handed and sits to my left, while I'm left-handed. So our elbows are constantly bumping as we write. So we're probably going to rip each other's throats out by the time Miss gives us new places.
Third period, English. Until the lesson actually started, I thought I was alone in this class. As in, no friends. It didn't bother me much because English is the one class where I don't mind being by myself. For at least five minutes, I was standing outside the classroom completely by myself. My friends down the hall were mocking me. But then people started showing up, and there are couple of girls in my class who (a) don't try and (b) can't be smart enough for top set. Which is what my class is. I'm in top set, with a couple of the dumbest girls in my year. I mean, MOST of the people in the class are smart. But I want to know how those girls got into my English class. ANYWAY, in the end, Sam and Mitch are in the class, so I do have friends with me. The teacher is pretty awesome, but we only have him once a week, and we have a different teacher for the other two lessons this week.
Fourth period, Geography. Somehow, I scraped Top Set for this lesson. Seriously, though, I am so bad at Geography that I should be in Set Five ... the special needs class. I am so terrible. Later on, in History, we had a Geography-like task to do (about WWI), and I managed to label, like, six countries on a map of Europe. I SUCK. But I got in Top Set, so ... yeah. We're studying America.
Fifth period, History. I love my table. A girl with frizzy hair called Hannah sits opposite me, and we get along pretty well. Next to her is Sam, my wonderful, ginger friend since forever. And next to ME is Kelky. His name is Sam, too, so to save confusion, I call him Kelky. It's from his last name. I'm not going to tell you what his last name is, but I call him Kelky because of his last name. Similarly, there's another Sam in most of our classes, and I call Pudde (pronounced Pudd-ee, spelt Pudde because of his last name). Again, it's from his last name, but it's not his last name exactly. ANYWAY. The teacher went through the curriculum this year with us, and it sounds like it's gonna be pretty boring. But I have an interesting table.
We worked it out and I'm with Jess in five classes. Six including tutor/assembly on a Monday. Kelly and I are in eighteen together. And they're the only specific numbers I know.
So far, I'm Set One in every lesson except Maths and PE. For Maths, my teacher last year said I could move up to Top Set if I wanted to, but I chose to stay in Set Two because that's where I'm comfortable. And I suck at PE, so I'm in Girls Class B.
I'm going to go and sleep now. Bai.
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