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bryy
24 August 2010 @ 09:55
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God, I loathe packing. Do I pack clothes on the hope that it's going to be warm? Or do I take all jumpers and giant blankets?
Ooh, socks. I like socks. Do I need shoes?

I really do hate packing.
I also have a carry-all that belongs to my mother, and it's a patent leather type, so I look kinda like a hooker when I carry it. Funfunfun!
 
 
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bryy
23 August 2010 @ 23:58
Off to see the wizard....  
Woops again LJ. Forgot you were here.
Off to Devon. Can't sleep. Journey will be hell tomorrow because of lack of sleep.
On the plus side, I passed my A levels =D

Off to moisturise my face, it feels as if the skin is splitting and falling off my face.
 
 
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bryy
30 March 2010 @ 20:18
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Thank God.
 
 
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bryy
08 February 2010 @ 22:08
Vidding fail.  
I fail at making vids.
That is all.

I can't finish any of them.
Damned lack of inspiration.
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bryy
05 February 2010 @ 19:30
"It's like a metal greenhouse!"  


Also known as "Cupboard Shenanigans".


In the house the sixth form at my school live in, there is a huge top floor, and in that top floor there is a cupboard, and in that cupboard, it is rather roomy.
So of course, I choose to sit in it and see if I can lock it from the inside (I can.)
And to see if I can unlock it from the inside (I can.)

So I decided to tidy out said cupboard.
And by 'tidy' I mean 'put everything from the bottom two shelves on the top two shelves and remove the bottom shelf'.
So it is big enough to sit in comfortably.

And, I discovered today, it is big enough to fit two people inside (reasonably) comfortably =O

So Elodie, bless her soul, for she is as mental as myself, decides to cram into this cupboard with me.

(I must say, one of my habits with this top floor room is to turn on every radiator to full heat when I go in otherwise it is freezing cold.)
This metal cupboard rests against a radiator, so the metal 'walls' of the cupboard we would be leaning against are very, very hot, and as Elodie said, it's "like a metal greenhouse"

So we clambered in, managed to get comfortable with my sitting on a box, and Elodie sitting on the floor, locked the door and... Just sat there.
And drank coke.
For an hour.
Very, very hot, and pitch black. You couldn't see the hand in front of your face.

So, we spent half an hour merrily sat in this sweltering cupboard, chatting away and generally passing time, when one of the Head Girl team comes into the room guiding people around the school. We freeze. We clap our hands over our mouths so as not to giggle. My tummy rumbles. We try very hard not to burst out laughing. We remain in the cupboard unnoticed.
Success!
We can now spy on anybody that uses that top floor, by hiding in a cupboard.

We did, however, wonder what we'd do if someone found the two of us hiding in a cupboard, red faced and sweaty from the heat...
But that will only be revealed if the situation arises.
And I hope it never will. Because there are no words to explain how embarrassing that situation would be.


But, I believe it shall be my regular haunt.

Not that I am anti-social/strange/very very strange at all, you must understand xD
But that is how I pass my free periods.

=D
 


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bryy
03 February 2010 @ 22:07
In The Name Of All That Is Edible.  
I am sorry.

I doubt anyone in their right mind would read this, given that I have not been here in almost a YEAR (I am terrible, I am truly truly terrible) but I will get back into the habit of posting.


Will I?

Hopefully.


Tarra, non-existent reader =)
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bryy
03 May 2009 @ 11:12
Neglect  
I am so so sorry, my little LJ account, I hath neglected thee.

I now vow to do my best to update you as time goes along =D

Recent news - my hair looks as if I am wearing a Hannah Montana wig. I am not too fond of this hairdo. Ah well, life goes on.

STILL no news on the AGATB film, which sucks, but again, life goes on
We have a new foal - dead cute, called Wolfsbane (Wolfie)
I have exams coming up - scary shiz.

And here, at the turn, I must leave you, livejournal, because apparently I need to get dressed. Who knew wandering around in your PJs all day isn't appreciated by others?

- Bry
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bryy
01 September 2008 @ 17:14
Alderney : two and a half thousand alcoholics clinging to a rock  

I decided it was about time to write a post on my holiday, dispite having been back from it for, oh, I'd say little under a month now =P


so after my return from Cornwall, we embarked on a family holiday, and I brought along a friend (Amy) as did my brother (Tom)

we went to the odd island of Alderney, an island three and a half miles long by one and a half miles wide, occupied by the Germans in both world wars, and has it's own government (more on the 'laws' later)

so we arrived at the house, Amy and I rushed into the house to make sure we got the bigger room (the other room being roughly the size of a box), and we settled down into Island Life.
I had been to Alderney before, so I knew what to expect, Amy however, who was used to going to places like Hong Kong, Barbados, Egypt, India and other such, ah, expensive, places, was completely out of her depth

Alderney is only about 60 miles from England, yet it is a totally different world. Health and safety does not exist there.


because of the German occupation, there were planty of Abandonned bunkers, observation points, stores, and other dangerous buildings to explore, and I was dying to do so. (the pervious year I had gone with Sally, who was a little more adventurous, yet scared to death of going into the bunkers, she saw the film Hole, and refused to go into the pitch black depths =P)
Amy had other ideas, it seems. She wasn't really the exploring type, and couldn't see the kick I was getting out of Crawling through holes, and climbing down 60 year old ladders, let alone breaking into the closed off bunkers.
She was more of a cafe girl

Although, we DID manage to find the imfamous Tunnel Through The Mountain. A tunnel I had been dying to go through every year I went there, sally and I tried to find it last year, and failed miserably.
This year, I was not going to give up. I climbed through brambles, and through a 'path' that Amy said couldn't possibly lead to the tunnel, but she was wrong. I had FINALLY found it!
So we looked into it's pitch black depths, and Amy asked if we really had to go in, I said we did. So in we went.
I had brought the torches with us, small, wind up torches. Turns out the torches are good for indoor use. CRAP for dark tunnels!
so we could see hardly anything, we were climbing over piles of rubble and puddles of water, and when we turned around, we had gone round a bend, so everything was black. Everything. You couldn't see your hand in frony of your face even when it was against your nose.

So, because the torches were slightly, er, useless, I decided to call it a day, and we went  back to the house

Of couse, it being me, chose the stupidest route back, and we ended up walking for ages up a hill, and then walking through the town.

Because of my desire to go through the tunnel, we returned the next (was it the next day? God knows. I lose track of time. and this /was/ a month ago!) day, with the torches from the house. (The ones labeled 'DO NOT REMOVE. EMERGENCY USE ONLY.')
We found the tunnel, and started to walk through it again.
This tunnel was apparently used to weapons storage in the Wars, but I have no idea how it was made, or when.
There are loads of stories about the tunnel, one of which revolves around a Wendy House that is apparently in there.
One of the stories I have heard was that a child died in the tunnel, she got trapped, or lost, and died in there, so they put a wendy house in there for her memory.
Creepy, much?
So we were walking though this dark, damp, cold, creepy tunnel, getting more and more nervous as time went along (I pretended I wasn't, but it was creepy. kinda hard not to get freaked out, haha, and seeing as my brain LOVES me, it started thinking about 28days/weeks later, so I was pictuing us getting attacked by zombies, with no way of escape. Fun) trying not to trip over the rubble, or the wire that was randomly strewn across the tunnel, when Amy basically said 'er, can we go?' so again, we gave up, and went to sit in the pub that was next to the tunnel.
So we were happily sitting outside in the pub gardens, munching on our bagettes, and getting Coke refills, when we hear some loud chatter coming from the tunnel enterance. It was Peter and Tom. (sounding pretty girly, to be honest)
so they came and sat with us (Peter ate my food. -_-) and we made them take us through the tunnel, claiming that we got to a certain point and didn't know where to go. (half true. we also got freaked out)
So we walked through the tunnel with the boys, and it was ok, because for some unknown reason, we felt safer (dispite the fact that both of them, are, to be kind, not the most fighter-type boys in the world). It was still dark, cold, wet and freaky, but not as much.
Peter made us stand in the middle of the tunnel, turn out our torches, and just, stand there... Still don't know why!
They walked ahead, and Amy and I ambled, I shone my touch over to the left, and saw the wendy house everyone was talking about.
It was pretty freaky.
It wasn't something you would expect to see in an abandonned tunnel.
I admit, my heart leapt a bit with fright, I was expecting a dead end, or a curve, not a freaking WENDY HOUSE!

Dispite the sworn words of my dad, the tunnel doesn't come out at the other end of the mountain, at least, not from what we could tell, instead, it curves round and you end up crawling out of an exit about 50 yeards away from the enterance

it was still ace =D

(sally, if you're reading this, we ARE going to find that exit. the real one.)



ok, it turns out that I cannot remember a THING about what else we did

erm

we went to the pub a lot, got involed in a debate between Peter and Amy, and Tom and I, about, everything, really
Peter started off saying that everyone deserves free will about everything, and laws are nothing to do with law, but sins, and they should be abolished, blah blah blah

so Tom and I argued back, and we were RIGHT dammit! because the world would go to pot if we let that happen!



We went during Alderney Week, a ramdon week (well, 10 days actually) of celebrations, parties and events, so there was plently to do
 stuff like the Man Powered Flight (jumping off the end of the inner harbour wall and seeing how far you can fly with a home made flying machine) which realy is amusing to watch, because all you see are random people jumping off a wall and screaming
it's great

one evening we went to watch an outdoor film on a space of land called 'The Butes'
and it was... *drumroll*
Mary Poppins =D
it was also a singalong
needless to say, that was FUN
Tom had never seen MP before, so he was a bit, er, scared? to say the least =P

before the film was the ramdon quiz, and Amy and I got there late, so we couldn't compete, but when we heard the questions, we could answer almost every one. Then the rest of the family arrived, and they could also answer all the questions, so we were a bit miffed about not being able to win...

another highlight was the alderney Train (an old, out of use train from the London underground, that travels from one end of the island to the other, stops at the Quarry, then takes you back), made up to be the Hogwarts Express =D
I felt like I was 5 again
although if I was 5, I doubt I would have been in hysterics at the re-enactment of the 3rd book that they did, the guys who played Harry and Ron must have been payed a LOT to suffer that embarassment XD


and then, it got tho Wednesday of our last week, we were leaving on the Sunday, so we were having a pub meal, and waiting for Peter and Tom to arrive. They were rather late.
Then we got a phone call (to the pub), and it was Tom, saying that Peter was in hospital

the stupid boy was exploring a fort (with Tom) when he came across a wooden door lying on the ground
so he went to pick it up (as you do)
took a step forwards to cope with the weight
and fell down a 15ft hole.
the door slammed on top of the hole.
so Tom was like, WTF??

so 10 firemen, 2 ambulences and a load of policemen turned up at the scene, and they had to knock a wall down to get him out
he fractured his spine, so had to be flown to another island for Xrays and tests
he came back for the last night, and the Torchlight parade, and everybody who saw him reconised him as 'the boy who fell down the hole at Fort Torgis'
apparently they reconised him because Tom had 2 casts on his arms, from before the holidays (he fell down the stairs. he said he put out his arms to break the fall, but the fall broke his arms instead)

so.
the torchlight procession

basically, almost everyone in the island (2500) added with a few tourists (1000) walking down the streets of Alderney, carrying a flaming torch, and then throwing it onto a bonfire, followed by fireworks

that was AMAZING

somehow we got to the front of the parade, as well, which was pretty cool =D

so Peter bought us 'real drinks' and we were slowly getting drunk watching the fireworks... pretty lights
Peter told Tom that if he ran through the bonfire, he's give him a hundred pounds
Tom told Peter that if he rand through the fire, put the fireworks on the fire and ran through the fire as they went off, he would pay him a pound.
neither of them did it, thank god =P

another good thing about Alderney is that everybody gets served. Although it does screw up your sense of judgement when you see a 13year old drinking 0.0


so.... yes...
I'm sure there will be LJ posts following involving pictures and random stories, but for now, I bid you goodnight, unless you've falled asleep reading this, of course 0.0

- Bry








 




 
 
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bryy
23 July 2008 @ 15:18
Stolen Game  
I stole this from someone's LJ post (sorry, I can't remember who, my memory can be awful sometimes)

Directions

1.Take 5 books off your bookshelf

2.Book 1 - first sentance

3. Book 2 - last sentance on page 50

4. Book 3 - second sentance on page 100

5. Book 4 - next to last sentance on page 150

6. Book 5 - final sentance of the book

7. Make the 5 sentances into a paragraph

Thinking of you makes me want to write down what I have to say. DeeDee appeared in her immaculate jacket, smiling. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget? Robbie was leaning on the gate. Hopefully we'll be back, and if we are, it won't be pretty.

actually, that does make a bit of sense... a bit odd, but it's conceiveable

 books used - Disconnected, Sherry Ashworth. Change of Heart, Jodi Picoult. The Tenth Circle, Jodi Picoult. Dancing in my Nuddy Pants, Louise Rennisson. Maximum Ride (saving the world and other extreme sports) James Patterson.

that was good for wasting a bit of time =D





 



 
 
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bryy
23 July 2008 @ 14:44
Home...  
home sweet home
well, that's what I thought when I first brought my bags in from the camping tripe, then I remembered that I have no room (grandpa moved in) and that most things that I do anger my parents...
so I kept out of the way, got yelled at for thet, so I tried to help, and got yelled at for that
honestly, you would assume that they would have missed me


it was my grandmother's funeral on Monday, it was weird, because emotional stuff and I do not get along well, so this was a huge leap from the emotionally retarded Bry in Cornwall to Bry at a funeral
I cried out of one eye
one eye leaked, steadily, and the other remained bone dry
I still cannot fathom why
I wasn't sitting on a slope or anything...
and I was also suffering from the Harry Potter Funeral Syndrome...
remember at Dumbledore's funeral, where he kept wanting to laugh at absurd things? That was me on Monday
I never realised that Hearses have indicators... it sounds stupid, but it was funny to see a Hearse indicate and drive round a roundabout

back to Cornwall

never stay in a tent with 5 other girls, especially not for 2 weeks
everybody bit each other's heads off for the slightest thing, honestly. One girl started to sulk because we told her that a guy liked her
why? no idea.
She yelled at me because I apparently left a mess on the table, she had a go at evereyone for the slightest infringement of the 'tent rules' that she made up

It was a breath of fresh air when Will and Toby arrived, I can tell you that
Will is a guy that Beth met on holiday 3 years ago, and they have been infatuated with each other ever since, so he came to Cornwall to see her, and brought a friend along (who wouldn't?) so that was refreshing
and yes, someone got pissed off at Toby for making jokes about the North of England, claming that he was rude and arrogant, whereas I thought he was pretty ace,(our theory is that she was annoyed because he didn't like her, I beleive that that theory is correct.)
we had to go on a midnight walk to find Will and Beth, because they had wandered down to the beach and Quay (about 1-2 miles away), and by this point, Sarah had gone to bed, (yes, she was moody) so we didn't want to wake her up for fear of her yelling at us for waking her up
so we grabbed our torches and our hats and went on a walk down to the beach

on the way back, we went up a path that Amy and I named Hayfever Way, (I discovered that it gave me really bad hayfever, hence the name), which is basically a steep path from the village to the campsite
Toby and I were in the lead, and we wandered off, leaving the other 3 with one torch between them, and Harriet managed to fall down a hole... don't ask me how, because the hole wasn't even on the path, but she managed it =D
it was funny... well, me and Toby didn't see it, but we heard about it, haha
we went to sleep at about half 3 that night
it was ace
(especially considering that we went to bed at around 9-10 the other nights, how cool are we?)
in the morning, Sarah yelled at us for leaving her in the tent
dispite the fact that she was asleep, and didn't like Will and Toby anyway

Sarah remained in her moody state until the guys left
Beth moped for 3 days
they kept commenting on me and Toby
Sarah sulked at the mention of their names
it was amusing, but very annoying



we went kayaking a few times, very fun, I was in the kayak with Amy, and she is terrified of sharks, and they have a type of shark in Cornwall, so sometimes when we rowed past a dark spot in the water (seaweed etc) I'd make a shark comment, and Amy would, in her panic to get away, soak me with water
it was worth it, though
we also discovered that me and Amy are, in fact, a great team, which is good, because she's coming on holiday with me in a few days

erm, that's about all that was interesting in Cornwall, really,  it was a small, non tourist-y village where we stayed, so there was not much to do, and there were no buses to take us anywhere
also, our attempts at BBQ's failed rather badly...



does anyone have a film recommendation for me? preferably one that has been out for a while, so I can watch it on the internet, because I am sitting, in my pyjamas, at 3pm, with nothing to do

going to town with Angela tomorrow though, so at least I'll have something to do then, haha

=D

 (P.S, on the spell check, the suggestions for 'Dumbledore' are 'Ambulatories'  and  'Demilitarize', that made me smile)
 
 
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