Family visit

Today has been ace! My mum, sister and brother came up to visit me in the wonderful world of Manc, and we had a really cool time! I got to see the city from a different perspective, like all the kids clothes shops that I'd never been in before!! (for obvious reasons...although it was quite depressing that all the age 14 and above clothes looked huge and like they'd drown me!!)
We went on the Manchester wheel which was cool, a great view from the top. I also didn't realise how close to the centre the nearest hills and fields are!! It was really strange seeing things other than buildings and civilisation! You kinda forget theres countryside out there sometimes! We also went to urbis and the christmas market which were cool, and ate dinner in pizza hut! :D I'm so easily pleased!
It's also cool going shopping with my mum cos she buys me things! Just random little things that I'm buying anyway but she offers to pay for!
My brother also came up with an interesting name for Manchester; 'The land of scaffolding'!! That was when we were walking along by piccadilly bus station where there is a lot of scaffolding at the mo, and to him only being small it must've looked like even more of it!!

Argh!!!

What a great day I've had so far...not! I'm feeling ill again, I've managed to go about 2 weeks without being ill but I should've known it was too good to last! After having a week off uni it was quite a shock having to get up for my 9.00 lecture this morning, so I'm pretty tired too. When I got in for my grammar class I realised we had a test that I'd totally forgotten about so that wasn't great! To top it all off I just had the worst, most frustrating tutorial ever!! Mainly down to the other people in the group who had clearly done no work at all for this unit and must've not been paying any attention in the lectures either cos they wasted the whole hour asking really stupid questions which we'd been over so many times in lectures. I know tutorials are meant to be for asking questions but there's asking questions and there's asking questions! So me and Helen spent the whole time having a conversation via pen and paper and making up sad linguistics jokes (that were funny to us!) and letting out our frustration by scribbling!! It gave me a bit of hope though cos I thought I hadn't done enough work for this module and wasn't sure that I was understanding everything but compared to other people I'm doing fine!
So after that I decided I'd had enough of uni for one day and couldn't be bothered to hang around until my oral class at 3 so will have a nice relaxing afternooon at home instead (doing lots of work of course!)

Poetry

Whilst on my trip back home this week I rediscovered some wonderful poetry written by myself when I was at primary school. One of the teachers at my old school found them and gave them to my sister to give to me (I have no idea why they'd kept my work for 9 years!) They're so embarrassingly bad they're quite funny!

Poem number 1 entitled 'My favourite foods' was written when I was in year 6 so I guess I would've been 10.

Spaghetti bolognaise,
that's my favourite tea,
if I could choose what to have every night,
I'm sure that's what it would be!

But if I had it every night,
I'd be sick for goodness sake,
so for a change I think I'd have...
tuna pasta bake!

I've got some more favourite foods,
it's not pizza and chips,
or chicken leg,
it's not even chicken and rice,
but it's spaghetti and egg!

I like other foods as too,
as well as these,
but I like these really the best,
and after eating all this food,
I think I need a rest!

I actually remember writing this and having to read it out in a school assembly or something, and for some reason I thought it was hilarious and found it really hard to read it without bursting into fits of giggles!

I was 9 when I worte this next one, 'Snow':

Snow is falling to the ground,
a thousand flakes,
floating down.
Soon nothing can be seen
just a thick white layer of
SNOW!
Children come outside to play,
they all start shouting
IT'S SNOWED, HOORAY!
Soon footprints are everywhere,
snowballs are being thrown.
Then it starts to get dark,
the children go back inside.
it is all still and quiet
once again.

I just don't get the random capital letters!

And finally, one of my personal favourites cos it's so strange, and quite ironic! (I was also 9 when I wrote this)

My Perfect World

I have a perfect world you see,
lots of honey from every bee!
No armies, wars or guns
but instead cakes and buns!

Hot sun and rain
animals and birds.
Pollution in the world
never again!

Paper would be recycled,
no more trees cut down.
No big city and no big town!

Hehe first of all I don't like honey so why would I want lots?! The wars and cakes thing gives me an image of people throwing cakes at each other instead of using guns! It's so random! But clearly I've always had a soft spot for cake...
And the funniest bit is the last line, how ironic that I now live in one of the biggest cities in England and love it!