The Walk

Guess how far I walked today?

From Harrow om the hill station to Paddington Station. It was around 9 miles. Took 4 and a half hours. My feet were killing me, but I was proud I got that far. I was walking with Zayna. She was doing a fundraiser for Islamic relief and was to do 12 miles. I came 3/4 of the way, when my mum called me to say I had to come home, but Zayna made it to Big Ben. :)

Nigerian X factor

Guess which genius introduced her mother to Nigerian X factor?

Surprise

I triple booked myself for after college today, being the genius I am.

I really did not want to be social at all.

I just wanted to go home and hug my mum and talk to my sister. (I was not in a good mood. I got bad in my mocks.)

I could not however. On Tuesday, I met this guy called George. He is a friend of a friend of mine and he saw us together. It was her birthday Tuesday and he wanted to do something special for her, so he thought that getting a bunch of her friends together and going out would be a good idea. I reluctantly agreed to help him - I did not feel like being a big group of people, hence the reluctance.

He asked me to ask her mutual friends to come along. Long story short, it was me, him and her.

Oh, by the way, it was a surprise. She did not know that he would be there. We were working and I was like, do you want to hang out tomorrow at 4:30 pm and I thought, she is going to say no. We have never hung out before, outside of college. Last year, we weren't too close and even now we are closer, I still found it weird to ask her to hand out with me. She said yes and I asked again because I was surprised.

Beforehand, George and I went to buy her a present from him to her. He seems like a nice guy. I mean, it is hardly everyday, someone tells you that they need help to plant a nice surprise on a friend. Also, he wasn't too bad to talk too. I thought it would be awkward silence, but we managed to keep a conversation going.

He bought flowers and a teddy bear and hid behind a wall whilst I said hello to her. Then he popped up from behind her and was like, 'surprise' and she was like, 'Really?'

It was a fun outing, even if all we did was sit in McDonald's. McDonald's because I did not want to go to a pub and because George had a bunch of vouchers.

The Library Staff

I wanted to borrow a laptop from the library today, meaning I had to talk to one of the librarians. I usually avoid at all cost doing so. The male ones are alright and do not say much, so I like them. There is this one white lady with short hair who makes conversation with me and smiles and I like her. One lets me go early from work once and she has the cutest smile so I like her too. One of the ladies I get on the bus with most mornings and one of the ladies scared me last year, but she is actually really nice. The two left, are sort of my bosses. My bosses, because I work there really really part time.  One is scary and the other one is the nice one I embarrassed myself in front of  her once.  I cried in front of her so I avoid conversation at all cost. I think I must come across as rude because I do not even say hello.

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Black Magic

Agata, Amelia and I were looking through the metro and talking about the music awards and one of the songs that was nominated was Black magic by Little Mix. 

IT IS A HORRENDOUS SONG!

THE VIDEO IS EVEN WORST. It shows girls in the library and who look geeky, going all ' he is so hot' to a guy, the video makes seem out of their leagues, by looks alone. First of all, I resent the idea that just because a girl is geeky / hangs out in the library a lot, means that they are ugly and cannot get a guy to like them. Second of all, I hate the idea that the video suggest that how a person looks physically, is what determines how much a person likes them. I mean, the hot guy in the video could be a complete sexist pig, but like in the video, it is like, how does that matter? He is hot. 

Then, the turn all 'beautiful' by 'black magic' and can get any guy they like. Why are some people famous? Why do idiots like them get to hold on influence on females? I mean, me watching that, I think, this is absolute bull crap. But other girls, may actually think I am not: wearing make up; curvy and slim or popular, and that means I will die alone without love. For flip sake. Media sets a bloody stupid example. 

Guess what? 10 days late ...

This is sort of old news. I haven't mentioned it on my blog though as of yet, so I may as well.

Drum rolls please....

Wait for it...

I got a conditional offer from Oxford.

I still have a bit of difficulty with left and right.

I still cannot say stuff that begins with ch.

I am unorganized. I just throw things into my bag.

I may as well have been sleeping through all my maths lessons last year.

My family doesn't have much money.

I do not have a tutor and I did not pay for interview practice.

I am not coherent when I talk.

I repeat stuff.

I laugh midway through sentence.

I hardly ever see a sentence through.

I do not go to a private school.

I don't feel like Oxford material.

I feel as if they made a mistake.

Oxford wants me? That's so funny.

I only applied because I thought, why not.

I will try.

It is so easy for people to say, do not dream big because that is when you get let down.

But then trying is what counts.

I just wanted an interview.

I heard that it was 2 days in Oxford without parents.

And I thought, I just want to make it there.

And have a sort of most expenses paid two day holiday.

I wanted to be able to say, I was rejected by Oxford

but I still had the opportunity and tried to pursue it.

Because that is what matters, isn't it?

Trying.

I just wanted to say I tried.

And I did and it worked out even though I am not a genius or - in my own opinion - intelligent.

Though now I have the opportunity, I sure as hell won't let it go to waste.

I will try my hardest to get the grades.

I was thinking about the news paper I read this morning about this girl whose school labeled her as overweight after being given a BMI test. I remember this documentary I watched a couple years back. It had a study that suggested that by the age of 6 years old, children were affected by body image. When asked, what body image that they wanted to be, the children - I think the sample were females - all picked the ones ones on the slimmer side. Anyway, the thing about BMI. I was reading the Metro Talk section and I read a comment where a person said that his or her daughter was adult now and after being labelled fat by BMI testing as a child, the daughter still had body image problems.