Blog Moron

I have made a discovery.

I am now 'following' myself.

I do not know what has happened.

Help.

Ahoy There Captain!

Something you don't know about me... I'm in my last year of school (you may already know that) and in this last year, I have been given the role of HOUSE CAPTAIN or HEAD OF HOUSE, (depending on which you prefer). My house is CURIE-FRY and it has been for 7 whole years, though now it is literally my house, which is extremely surreal! You may very well be thinking, 'Curie-Fry... odd name'. Yes. This slightly dorkish, embarrassing name goes along very nicely with the fact that my house has always, does always and will always, lose. It is the house which is always 6th, bottom of the board, pitied and perhaps sniggered at by other, bigger, better houses with cool names such as CAVEL and NIGHTINGALE. If we were to win, it would be as though we were letting down the team! We love to lose.... sigh......I thought, before taking up the role, that I might change things around! Shake it up a bit, maybe win a few things.... nope. nada. impossible!! ha, saying that, it's not like we didn't win anything...

1. We collected the most stamps for recycling.
2. Our sixth form came first for being tidy and clean...
3. Most parents from our house filled out the PARENTAL SERVEY.

...we came 3rd in general knowledge once??

FAIL

but still, I HAD SUCH A FRIKIN GOOD TIME!!!!! the best time ever. Every week, my partner and I, would stand up in front of 120 fellow fries and yell, announce, play, and sing. At times, it was horrendous. I think I will be remembered as the captain who always said things like 'GO GIRL' and 'AWESOME' (in my slightly American accent, which I tell people was adopted through living in the Key West when I was a child, though it was blatantly through watching too much tv). I am writing about this because next week is the week I give up my role and pass on the badge to a younger, more naive student with their own hopes for revolutionary reformation... they'll soon learn. The photo above is of the STUDENT LEADERSHIP TEAM on our farewell dinner last week. Unfortunately, I am taking the photo, not in the photo. But, here is a little photograph of me with the badger, looking suave.

Farewell PIGS

Today was the day my mother sent the two piggies away, never to be seen again (only as a bacon roll). The thought of their gruesome fate has made me rethink the crapness of mine... I have stopped blubbering! Not going to uni is better than becoming a bacon sarnie. The pigs were never names so their fate was pretty much always known... this day was inevitable... but I never thought the mother would actually go through with this!!!! She is the biggest cry baby ever known! Her farm will be overtaken with chickens from now on... oh, but off course, there will be CYDE the horse, (a new member to the farm of madness) :S. She is so impulsive, it's insane. She searched my face for signs of judgement when she told me about the horse.... but I stopped myself and just grinned (I am so afraid of horses)

Pathetic

arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I feel so stupid and rubbish and useless. I don't know why or how or even when I decided to become so crap. I'm giving myself the 'it'll be alright, chill out' speech nearly everyday now but things just seem to be getting worst, they're building up and leading me to an inevitable break down if I dont sort it ooooooout sooon. stupid SCHOOL!!

priorities have gone down the drain, apparently I work the other way.... useless to useful. But I haven't reached the useful yet. I need to get males off the brain...... badly. I need to stop being selfish and lazy. I need to get back on top of the things I care about.... boo.

ha, I feel odd writing this here, in 'public'. I feel pathetic ranting on about stuff nobody cares about! But still, here I am, yapping over not doing any work and crying over the D I got in my english exam.... I need to get a life.

The Good Stuff

Festivals, live music, camping!!!

Summer, oh how I miss you

The Beginning

Hi there,

I've always loved these sorts of things, beginning with PICZO, does anybody remember that?!... Myspace, MSN, Coming up now with Facebook, which is pretty standard these days. I love writing, I love photography and I'm loving life, so what better time to join a blog and yap on about a combination of all these things.

For the record, my name is India...

I used to be called Cairen, said like Keiren. My parents travelled around a lot when I was tiny and didn't officially name me until I was 4! Sophie, Samantha, Becky, BABY... I've had them all. Eventually, after a lot of prodding, they named me Cairen Beau Samantha Millicent Sutton..... :/

It soon got old! Everybody began calling me India and it stuck. It was a nickname, which, eventually, accidentally, became more and more like my 'real' name. Even my school thought India was my real name, (having a secret identity is awesome by the way). It was only when a certain school trip came along and suddenly it was CAIREN who came travelling and it was INDIA who stayed at home..... my secret identity was short lived. The shit really hit the fan when we realised I potentially had no GCSE's or A Levels (seeing as they were under the name of INDIA (crap) and then, there it was... the end to CAIREN and the official beginning to INDIA. My name was changed by deed poll. (when you change your name before you're 18). It was actually quite sad. I'm a very sentimental being and letting go of that name was like letting go of my CHILDHOOD. We compromised and let CAIREN BEAU become my middle name... haha SO,

India Cairen Beau Sutton is NOW the name.

You can call me Beau though, that's what I enjoy :)

Ciao for now xo