The Fat Club

Hello,

This weekend I did not drink.

(I know I mention alcohol a lot, but I promise you, I am not an alcoholic)

Instead,

I drove

and I ate chinese food.

I revised.

I went to another 18th,

where I remained sober

and drove home at an appropriate hour (11pm).

I made no spectacle of myself

nor did I eat 'hang over' breakfast.

I don't like study leave anymore.

I found myself taking photos of the 'things' at this party rather than the people.

(More cupcakes! I think I can safely say I have a running theme going on here)

This is what I look like when I'm at a party

creepy loner loser girl ??

haha, these photos make me laugh.

I really need to get a life and put down my camera at social events.

I don't want people to start calling me 'creepy loner loser girl'.

That's for sure!

I hope you had a better weekend than I did!

Happy blogging

A Bribe Breakfast

Muck Up Day - The day when one is aloud to go into their school of 7 years and

'muck it up'.

This usually involves a theme... loo roll... face paint... water bombs... upside down tables and chairs... tampons and condoms hung precariously/inappropriately on things... holding signs saying 'honk if you're horny' by the school road... etc etc. It's pretty special. If you had the chance to muck up your school, you'd take it wouldn't you?... Well, we didn't. Nope. Do you know what our headmaster did? Bribed us... with a full English Breakfast at one of the best beach restaurants in Jersey. And we gave in without deliberation.

Cumon, I mean, we'd finish school, get monstrously drunk (you saw the previous post) and then du duuuuh, a beautiful, free breakfast prepared for us to eat the next morning! (you know how I feel about hang over breakfasts) What could be better??? We estimated that £700 quid was spent on us that morning, what a bribe! We would have been fools not to go for it.

Here's the bribe breakfast, not in all its glory, unfortunately (I had eaten a lot by this point)

This lovely lady, Lucy, brought a cake for the ENTIRE year to eat, bless her.

Year 13, 2010 - (minus me, dammit)

Three of my best friends, (the can of coke and the yellow ribbon represent two of our other best friends who had an exam that morning and missed bribe breakfast, how mean is that!)

I don't think I have many readers who are in the same position as I am, but I'm sure everyone's been through this process of leaving... it brings out such contradictions... sadness, excitement, nostalgia, looking to the future, loss, gain.... I don't really know how to feel or what to think.

But all I know is that I have left and there ain't noo turning back! HURRAH!

Bring on Chapter... 3?

The Curious Path of Delia

I started my blog at the beginning of this year without any particular motive in mind,

I just wanted to write,

share my photographs

and peer at other people's lives.

A while back, I decided to write about one of my best friends, Delia

(this post has been in 'drafts' for a while now)

who has just recently begun her blog, the curious path

First of all, Delia is my number one photographed person.

Not that I purposefully go out of my way to snap her up when we're together,

but it just seems to work out this way.

She must be the most photogenic person on this planet!

Secondly, it's not often that you find a gal like this one.

She surfs, (cool) She's actually good at it, (very cool) She's creative, loves photography (like me), she loves and appreciates art, she loves her music, she has an amazing dress sense and her quirky and (simultaneously) laid back personality makes for an extremely interesting friend to have.

She has a tattoo,

She had a drunken lip piercing once,

She smokes, (which I do not condone!)

She's a listener,

She is beautiful,

And she speaks her mind.

The photo below was taken on her 18th birthday... in the taxi home...

Did I mention she gets more drunk than I do?

She's a character, and her blog tells you about it.

Go on, Check her out :)

the curious path

A Night to Celebrate

So, I can now say that school is officially over.

I went in for my last ever philosophy and english lessons, bid my teachers fare well, chatted for hours with fellow classmates and ate so much cake and chocolate, I could have imploded. 14 years of schooling have come to an end. It's a surreal thought.. the end of a lifestyle, the end of an ERA! What will happen to me next??

As you can imagine, this was a great cause for celebration and my oh my... did we celebrate! Everybody had gone mad, itching with excitement and gulping down their drinks like they had been thirsty for years.. 12 bottles of wine and 6 bottles of vodka between 14 of us, now that's just plain unhealthy.

The atmosphere was electric, my entire year was out and everybody was off their trolleys (well, at least from a drunk perspective, everybody seemed to be off their trolleys..) My night consisted of major socialising, shots, the game, 'have you ever' (which becomes so shameful after a few rounds), dancing and most importantly, a trip to the chip shop.

(permitted only when drunk and in serious need of sobering up)

I was in serious need.

You'll know what I mean...

(the only photo of me looking slightly normal and sober-ish)

Nodding.

(you can always tell i'm drunk when I put on this stupid, serious, wide eyed expression)

The best and only night out I'll be having for a while...

And now back to the books =(

ALL HAIL Study Leave!

Bonjourno!

Study Leave - fundamentally the greatest thing ever invented by humanity!!!

Waking up at 10, lazing around in the sunshine, swimming in the sea, taking a dip in the pool, going solo with my notes... it's as though i've died in school and gone to study leave heaven! I love study leave! I pretty much love revising... only because it's fun to know and understand things, (don't you find?) it means I won't keel over with fear before entering that exam room.

But truth be told, I haven't been doing that much revision... I just need a break!! Okay, my exams are in 2 weeks, but this week I thought I'd take a chill pill, enjoy that happy vitamin D and get a bit of a tan going. Of course, I tell my family that 'I can work so much better in the sunshine'... but this is in fact FALSE.

1. The white page makes my eyes squint, water and inevitably close.. reading becomes difficult.
2. Suncream somehow manages to move from my nose and into my eyes.. reading becomes impossible.
3. My auntie makes me wear a hat :( I feel generally uncool.
4. She also makes me wear really uncool sun glasses (although these uncool items have vastly helped me with the reading..)
5. The wind is my enemy.

I think i'll try and work inside over the next couple of weeks... it's probably for the best.

Happy revising all!

Brain Freeze in the Feet

Mid week, and I thought I'd share with you the gems of Jersey that one can never get bored of or feel trapped by - the Beach and the Country in all its glory! These snaps were taken on Sunday (aka, hangover day) however, the sublime weather meant for a day trip and we begun our adventure by picking up these guys, who we found sat at the side of the road playing the guitar, drinking beer, writing some epic songs and frying like a piece of bacon.

Jersey Cows - what Jersey is 'famous' for (along with our Jersey Royal Potatoes!)

We ventured out West to the beautiful beach of St Ouen. There was a long boarding competition going on at the time so loads of people were down there and the atmosphere was simply brimming with JOY.

Here's a shot of the sea and some learner surfers huddled together on foam boards, frightened of the gigantic waves heading their way (I joke). I must photograph my board, 'G PANG' one day. I don't have a roof rack on my car so haven't been able to transport it out West yet, but my friend Tiff has a garage in St Ouen's, which will soon hopefully be 'G Pang's' new home.

(Yes, my board's name is G Pang)

Over Exposed - this definitely reflects my crazy vision by the end of the day, due to the fact that I don't own a pair of sun glasses - fool! (Also, i'd like you to take note that just because the weather looks fine and people are half naked, doesn't make Jersey's sea WARM. It was fucking baltic and going for a paddle was like 'brain freeze in the feet'.

Beautiful Delia, (previously an ipod) wearing sun glasses (regaining her pride).

All in all, a great hang over day.. perhaps an incentive to get drunk more.

Bad Repuation

Friday - My last official day of school! Though.. It wasn't really my last official day of school... they brought on study leave a week early but I still need to go into school next week, so i'm not gunna cry about it. (perhaps i'm just in denial)

Friday night - It was my friend, Pip's 18th birthday party, just a small crowd of about 50 people (although there was a marquee, buffet and free bar). I had to work Saturday morning so I resisted the free bar and the coach to town and drove home at half 11, very damaging for my reputation.

The buffet was frikin awesome

That's Daisy, I've mentioned her before

Things got a little crazy in the marquee...

...So we moved the craziness outside.

Saturday - WORK WORK WORK. I had to go into work in the morning from 9 − 12 and then I had to go BACK AGAIN from 4 − 6.30. It was such a gorgeous day and I work in a duty free 'cave' at the harbour, dealing with French people shouting at me as I stare blankly at them saying 'je suis desole!!!'. (My rep seriously plummeting)

Saturday night - Emma's 18th! I escaped work and had 15 minutes to get ready. (I was an HOUR late). Em hosted a dinner party and we all ate yummy tai green curry and more birthday cupcakes (I told you, they are so IN right now). We got a little coach into town and we boogied away... it was so much fun and I was having a ball... until something extremely unfortunate happened. Who happened to turn up to the same club at the same time? T and L... I did my best to avoid any conflicts, but this meant just leaving my friends.. going home.. alone.. passing out on the sofa and feeling pretty sorry for myself. But you know, it could have been worst.

Saturday night

wahoooo Celebrations

At the end of the night (note the anxious look on my face)

I hope it won't be like this every weekend for the rest of the summer!!!

& I hope you all had a lovely weekend, free from work and anxiety.

The vitals - if you want to know me a little better.

• My name used to be Cairen Beau (said like Keiron) until I changed it to India (because everybody calls me that, even my GCSE's and A LEVELS are under that name - dammit).
• My mum left my dad when I was 13.
• My dad committed suicide just after my 16th birthday.
• I have a sister, she's 21 and the greatest.
• I don't live with my mum, not because we don't get on, we really do, but because I don't like change. (I stay with her once a week)
• I live with my auntie and uncle. (They're in their 70's)
• My dad left behind my house, which is small and right by the sea. My sister and I live there together when she comes back from uni and I sometimes stay there on weekends with my friends. (it's a great escape)
• I tend to have long term relationships (I've had two) and I'm not very good at playing the field. (Although I think it's about time I did)
• I have a small obsession (okay, a LARGE obsession) with documenting things. Every event, since I can remember, I have snapped it up with a camera. (People refer to me as 'the girl with the camera' - maybe I should have called my blog that?)
• I am going to do English at Edinburgh University (but all I really want to do is photography)
• My favourite food in the entire world is cheese and I also adore ketchup (not together... though I bet that tastes good)
• I would call myself a perfectionist (note how I just lurrrve the bullet points)
• 3 of my best friends, i've had since I was 4.
• I plan to go travelling around the world next year (Thailand, China, India, Vietnam, Indonesia, New Zealand... but that is a whole other post)

To be continued...

Love, Get Outta Here!

I have been avoiding this subject like the plague... but seeing as right now, (the moment when all I want to do is hide away in my house and revise) love and drama and arguments spill out, and bloggers, I must vent! Last year, at the very beginning of 2009, I began going out with this boy (lets call him T). We had the best year, he was in the year above me and super cool, sporty, funny, handsome... and I fell for him fast (totally cliché). I loved it because, living on a tiny island, you don't tend to discover boys who you don't already know as somebody's ex, or the guy who ate bugs that time, (you catch my drift). He was new and shinny. And so easy to love.

Why is it that all good things must come to an end? University. Brilliant. It seems to me that change is inevitable, cruel and quick when your a kid and there ain't nothin' you can do about it! Well, that's not what I thought at the time. We broke up, but I didn't let him go. I spoke to him nearly every single day and missed him like mad - but he wasn't having any of it. It was only when I gave up on him (and kissed L on my 18th birthday) that he gave up on 'the single life' at uni and asked me back out. FAB, I was over the moon! But looking back, I was also extremely naive and a serious dreamer. It just wasn't the same... effort went from 90% to 20% and I found myself beginning to resent, distrust and even get a little bored of our relationship. I had been left behind on this rock, in this little bubble that is Jersey, left to wait around and work. It got too much.

I broke up with him at the beginning of this year, thinking 'If T turned around now and told me he had cheated on me, I wouldn't be surprised and I don't think i'd even mind'. But wow. I did not foresee his reaction, he tried everything in his power to get me back... but it was all too late. My mind had moved on and my heart was following slowly behind. I had met somebody else... well, actually, I had begun to like somebody else. This guy, L, (I had kissed him on my 18th birthday) has been a friend of mine for a long time... and I was the only one who didn't seem to realise I liked him. Everybody would say things like 'so, when are you and L getting together?'. It wound me up so much! But look where we are now. Sigh. I'm caught between the two.

So this is where I end my long, long, brief (and perhaps boring) story of love - the foundation of all the hurt and confusion and distraction that has filled my life this week. T has returned from uni, so angry with me for seeing L... he hates me, though he still wants to fix it, to have another summer of fun.. meanwhile L doesn't want to see me anymore (at least whilst I act like a mole, staying in and revising) But I still like the guy...

So what do I do now?

Go back with T, stick around for L or....

take a trip to Single Town?

(haha)

Being single right now could be very wise. I'd quite like to pass my exams...

Exams, oh yer, I should be revising!

Story over.

Oh, and by the by, those photos above are not of me and my lovers. Just some friends!

(I bet it crossed your mind)

My Favourite

LOCAL NATIVES

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnTacC1qUmE

Am I posting to procrastinate?

Yes.

But they're just so good!

'No Delia, you are not an ipod'

My Saturday night in pictures. There are too many photographs so I won't bore you with a lot of writing, i'll try to keep it short and sweet.

Yolanda's 18th - a girls gathering with drinks, bbq food and inappropriate dancing.

The beautiful birthday girl herself, Yolanda

Some friends (tiff and freeman - future travel buds) and me

The GURLS

My friend em, she has a blog too, check it - http://jerseyandthemonkey.blogspot.com/

Cupcake galore! These are definitely all the trend right now

Beatings on the trampoline (this happens every year)

Drunk and dancing - this was to a crowd of 7 happy onlookers.

Only us 5 made it to the Splash (the rest went to town - typical!)

The DJ's were so involved!

This guy had SOUL

As did Yolanda

I really like this

I think we were the only girls in the whole club

3.00am, in Matt's car, annoyed because we couldn't drive it.

Southy decided to sleep on it (well it's better than drink driving)

We got home! - not through drink driving - but through Yolanda's mother... yes, we are cool and we only got cooler when we played bowling on the WII and ate rice krispie cakes and brownies.

'no Delia, you are not an ipod'

'hmmm, wait... no, nope, can't hear anything'

This was a party stopper

GOOD MORNING sweet and fresh.

The typical Sunday Recipe.

I'm tired