Harry Potter

I went to see it yesterday.
The day it first came out on general release.
At 5.30 pm, at the cinema near(ish) me.
I went straight from school, with some people that I know.
Before the film, we got a subway, (each, not to share, because that would be silly).
I had a 6"Italian BMT on Italian Herbs & Cheese bread, with barbecue sauce and salad.
It was the most delicious thing on the planet.
Om nom nom nom nom nom.
I am literally salivating at the thought of it.
Literally.
It was the perfect prelude to the most fantastic film I have ever ever ever ever ever ever seen ever.
It was just....wow.
It was superb.
Love
Noah
XXX

NaNoWriMo soon...

I've decided on my main character.

Jess is my main main one.
She's sixteen, and a hypochondriac (mainly because she has constant flu-like symptoms). She's as clumsy as a clumsy thing, and can't tell her left from her right. In order to get over this little difficulty, she wears different coloured converse (red on her left, blue on her right). This usually finishes off an outfit of black skirt, t-shirt, cardigan and multicoloured trailing scarf. She doesn't really get people and is an aspiring poet.

I am sorry....

I haven't updated for an age.
Apologies.

Just, I only ever want to blog when I'm sad or troubled.
And I haven't been.
Sorry.

:)

Homework should happen

My To Do List

1. History essay
2. Maths exercise
3. Physics questions
4. Present to wrap for someone's birthday
5. Cakes to bake
6. Visa Waiver form to fill in (I'm going to America eek! :DDD)

All for Monday.
And I'm on Facebook and blogging.
Oh dear.

Noah
XXX

Ahh..I'm happy

I really am.
You know why?

I got a hug from a lovely person today.
It's amazing how really little things can make you happy.
I was just standing there, feeling all tired and cold and a little bit angry (not going into why here, sorry) and having a chat with an awesome dude and I was freezing and they were warm, and so I asked for a hug and it made me all toasty and warm and happy because they seemed to fit and it was nice and I wanted to carry on the hug for ages but then I got arkward and did the back slapping thing.
Ahh, well, I'm getting another tomorrow. Hopefully.
Please.
*crosses fingers and hopes*

Noah
XXX

Oh, beauty

I've been to ArtsFest today, and I was at the museum, looking at the pre-Raphelite paintings they've got hanging there and the colours were shining and the shapes were swimming and I felt all lifted up inside, almost as if my life had meaning again. Then i stumbled over to the gift shop, and there was a choir, singing something in Latin, and it made me think of despair and loss and it was beautiful in a sort of sharp-edged way and I statred to cry and it was perfect.
Oh, beauty.

I have poor social skills

I do.
It sucks. I'm better online.
Then I can plan, sort of, what to say.
In real life, I never know what to say.
Apparently, you're meant to say hi when you start a conversation.
Oh dear.
Not good, not good at all.
But I'm going to try.
So I'm sorry if I've been awkward. It will change.

Noah
XXX

This is amazing and wonderful.

I'm a writer.
About to be published.
I-I am so happy.

Noah
XXX

Welcome

I would like to invite you to a virtual dinner party at my virtual place.
I love to cook, but no one in my family loves to eat.
So, Pork sausages braised in cider with apples and juniper okay?
See you then.

I'm going into sixth form.

Yes, yes, yes. I am old.
It's scary.
I have responsibility.
I am doing A-Levels.
I don't have to wear school uniform (that's actually a good thing)
But it's like I'm leaving my childhood behind, and I'm not ready!!!!
Anyways, dinner.
Catcha later.
Noah
XXXX

Futility

If I've learnt anything through my sixteen years on this desolate planet, it is that there is no point in loving or hating anything too much. If you love, it disappears. If you hate, it wastes precious time.
We have too short a period here, and there is no time to plan, or dream or while away our time in fanciful flights of the imagination. We must live every minute, risk nothing and gain everything.

Life is too short to not tell people that you love them.

I love you.

Irreligon

Due to my parents' refusal to attend/practice/believe in any particular religion, I have been prevented from attending one third of all the schools in my country.
Now, this isn't necessarily a bad thing. My secular(ish) primary school didn't seriously damage me, and I think that I'm not overly disadvantaged by avoiding being force-fed the scripture of a religion that I may not believe in or that my parents don't believe in. It dodged the mixed messages, and stopped me from turning into a god-loving, prayer-saying robot.
But, surely, it's unfair. The schools with the best SATs scores are unfailingly religious schools. Why should I, a child of agnostic, and all round lovely, kind and intelligent parents, be prevented from attending a school who Ofsted describe as good to outstanding, which I fell into the catchment area for, and instead had to go to a school that scored significantly lower, just because I wasn't Catholic.
If this occurred due to skin colour, or my parents income, there would be an outcry.
Why is division alongside religious lines allowed?
Noah
XXX

Happy make friends with a mailbox day!

It is.
Go make friends with them!
They do a lot for us. Keep our post. Sit there in the rain.
Never moan.

Lovelove
Noah
XXX

It's been a while...

Yes, yes, it has.
Sorry.
I'm listening to Harry Freaking Potter from AVPS. And it's FREAKING cool.
Yes, sometimes, I just love Harry Potter.
Actually, it's not sometimes. It's all the time.
Me and Harry, we're like THAT.

In other news, I recently purchased B Min/E by All Caps.
BEST LIFE DECISION EVER.
It was amazing, well structured, beautiful, with lyrics that really mean stuff.
GO BUY IT so Kristina and Luke can live together in a little house with a lawn and a picket fence and a few adorable little kids.

Lovelove
Noah
XXX

This is a story about a girl I once knew a long long time ago. It was different then. Quieter, calmer, more real somehow. This was before the war, of course. In fact, I don't think that we even realised. Even though, looking back it must have been apparent. The disappearances, the meteor strikes, even the rise in temperature. Thank god for the callowness and self-absorption of youth. But we weren't young for long. You couldn't be. Not when they were here. The things I saw...
But that's a different story, for another time. This is the tale of her. She was called Estelle, a name that my mother had once told me meant star. It suited her down to the ground. She seemed to shine with an indescriable sort of elegance. Etheral would be the right word for her, I think.

Forty Words

For all of my life, I have seen people as colours. Vermilion, lime and cranberry. They brighten as I look at them and my life is full of beauty. But when my eyes fell on him, they faded into insignificance.

Noah
XXX

Movin' on to thirty...

The concrete block fell. It spun slowly in the air. It was as if everything else was stationary, except for this bringer of death, as it landed on my head.

Noah
XXX

Twenty Word Story

I wanted to sleep more than anything else in the world, so I opened my mouth and told them everything.

I'm in training for NaNo. xD

Noah
XXX

Ten word story...

She was being slowly wheeled away. If only I had known.

Tomorrow, twenty...

Noah
XXX

I'm getting into a nice routine of summer.

Yes, I am. I love summer. No school, no responsibilities...

Last few days, I've been getting up at 11.30ish, having breakfast at around noon, doing work (nasty reports on sustainability) and procrastinating until 3, then having lunch. After this (usually involving cheese), I go up to my room and work on my plasticine shorts (films, not clothing. Even though that'd be funny) 'till 8. Then it's dinner. Then I facebook, or write, or read until about 11. Then I sleep, and the whole delicious cycle begins again.
Yay!

But not all is good. We are going on holiday next week. I dislike Mother's choice of destinations. It always rains, I have to go outside, and I have no internet.

Noah

XXX

No more shades of grey

There is a ladder in your tights.
The thin black wool was pulled too far...
And snapped.

Exposing the endless, elegant stretch
of silken skin.

A crocus blossoming,
A pale snowdrop quivering,
The last snow sliding,
The first rain falling.

Show me the world twice over,
and still I will say,
There is nothing more beautiful,
than you today.

This is why you don't let me sort out my own meals...

I've eaten nearly a whole block of cheese in the past week.
And I'm not in a fun mood this morning because of the following reasons:
1) It was my dad's birthday yesterday and I have a hangover
2) We don't have any more cheese
3) My mummy is home and keeps yelling at me to be more like a proper teenager. Seriously. She asked me why my room was so tidy.
4) I have sunburn and my skin is peeling on a spot. Owch.
5) It's cold and the sun has gone away.

There is only one thing I can do. It's time to play Civillisation III.
Noah
XXX

My mind works differently from everyone else

I'm going to explain about me and love.
Because love isn't what everyone else seems to think. Love to me isn't all that kissy-kissy lets get married palaver.
No, love is friendship. Love is getting annoyed when someone is mean to them. Love is treating people like human beings. Love is being there. Love is helping you with your homework, or lending a calculator. Love is when you get on with someone. Love is hanging out, with absolutely no kissy-kissy or making out or canoodling or wanting to spend the rest of your life with them. Love is what I feel for my friends, my acquaintances and such.
This often leads to awkwardness, as no one else seems to see it like I do.
But when I say that I like someone, I mean like like. It's my word for conventional love.
Just thought I'd clear that up.
Noah
XXX

I wasn't stupid

I wish I was though.

I can't cope with this.

Arggggh.

I'm going to lose it at some point.

I'm just going to kiss her.

And that will be shite.

Hmph.

Noah
XXX

I love you, Reina

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTph9UoxrWU

This sums my mood up at the moment perfectly, and I may do something stupid in a minute. Wish me luck.

Oh, and isn't she great?

Noah
XXX

Life after the fairytale

She's there in her big dress,
White meringue.
The delicately clustered cobwebs of lace stretching down the aisle.
All eyes are on her,
and her prince.
Triumphant in baby blue,
Flashing his pearly teeth.
Oozing charm with every shining smile.
Eyeing up the bridesmaid.


I'm sitting in the back,
Half-hiding in the dusty pew,
Wiping cobwebs from the side.
With me are her sisters,
Not ugly.
Just...not like her.
And who could match such etheral elegance?

I held her once,
Clasped between my filthy hands,
A delicately struggling butterfly.
But she was not mine to keep.
Not mine to dull,
To drop camphor on her pretty head,
Not mine to watch grow still,
The light go out,
Not mine to trap,
in a hopeless marriage.

So I let her go,
Because,
After all,
Everyone knows that
a Cinderella deserves more than,
a handful of Buttons.



I wrote a poem. xD ^^

Noah

XXX

Happy mood.

I'm listening to Alex Day, in my shorts.
I love summer.
xDDD

Have some happy.
Close your eyes and imagine...

The sky is a canvas of blue. Not just blue blue, but bright blue, bright pale blue, burning down on you with no respite at all, bearing down with no mercy upon your shining head. You're standing in the middle of a grassy field, turning on the spot, spinning so fast that everything is a tumbled blur, speeding past your eyes with no clarity. All you can see is the blue and the green and it's empty and you're laughing with the pure exhilaration of the twisting, and you're moving so fast that you feel like you're going to take off and soar and fly and fly and fly over the surroundings, rising above the fallacies of the landscape. Then you tumble and fall and you lie in the grass panting and laughing and then you look up and she is walking towards you and you smile, you smile so hard that your face feels like it's going to crack in two and then she smiles back and it's like a ray of sunshine and it warms you better than any heat could ever do...

That's my happy place.

Noah
XXX

My work experience is awesome!!!
Yay!!
And I have to sign the Offical Secrets Act for next week!
YAY!!!

I'm sitting here in front of my keyboard, thinking that I should probably write this, if only to get the massive chaos of emotion and stuff out of my head, leaving me clear and ready for work experience tomorrow, but it's not going, and I'm annoyed because my words aren't flowing like they do normally, or even tumbling unstoppably and quite stupidly without me noticing, leading me into uncomfortable situations, like when I accidentally compliment people and I don't mean to. But I guess that's not that bad, because when people get complimented they get happy, and everyone should be happy, because we don't kick people when we're happy and kicking is awful and should be stopped.
Oh, well that was a wordtumble. That's not an issue anymore then. Yay!
But yeah, I'm bored and my head feels like it's going to burst because it's full of a mess of conflicting emotions and feelings that you don't want to hear about. Well, you might do, but I'm not telling you.
I'm gong to go and have some rhubarb sorbet.
Tata
Noah
xxx

Why am I awake????

To you,
Your eyes are deep forest pools, gleaming in the dusk of a summer's day, shining in the sultry hear of the sunset and compelling me to drown in their endless depths. It would be an easy, even pleasurable dive to oblivion. Your hair falls like a waterfall, rippling down your elegant shoulders and proud back, in a cloud of effervescent beauty. Your lips shine like rubies, soft and infinitely kissable. And all this only hides your razor-sharp intellect, and eloquent wit. Put quite simply, I think that you are perfect, and I adore you.

To everyone else,

GAH!!! IT'S EARLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
o.O

Love,
Noah
xxxx

German revision

I have my German listening test today, so I'm revising by listening to German Punk.
But I seriously doubt that people getting stunned by joints will feature.
xD

But, it may come in handy at some point. You never know.

Okay, anyone else sympathize?

I'm coming out of my English exam, and my friend starts to rip up her english anthology. I go mental. I'm screaming and trying to pull it out of her hands and everyone's looking at me like I've turned into some crazy, raging animal.
But I DO NOT like people damaging books. It took me three weeks to write in Lord of the Flies in pencil. Pencil, for frig's sake.
So no wonder I went a bit crazy. But was I justified?

Oh, what a lovely day.

It really was. I am so full of the happy that I just need to let it all dash out somewhere, and here seemed good. I have had a wondrous day, with picnicking and running around and football and friends and silliness. It made me realise that life can be good.
It was my golden day, alright.
Noah
XXXX

Heyo

One golden day of peace
One sunny day
One endless day
Is that too much to ask?


Even Harry got his day
sitting by the lake
with Ron
and Hermoine.

Maybe exams don't quite
measure up to
destroying the Dark Lord...
but still.

See ya
Noah
xxxx

Well, I'm deep today

Sometimes, I'm scared that I'm not good enough. That I'm too unique, that I look at the world in a different way from everyone else.
Other people worry me. They all seem to be so in control, so full of confidence and to be capable of doing things, of interacting with others, of living a life full of happiness and success. They never seem to have a moment of self-doubt, to never falter mid-sentence, to never take the wrong turning. They have the right clothes,the right make-up, go to the right parties, are seen with the right boys at the right times. They are perfection.
Whereas I, I have friends who I love beyond anything, clothes that are odd, but suit me, no make-up, don't go to parties, but do visit conventions and have picnics, know boys who aren't the right boys, but are the nicest boys... I'm not perfection, but I'm happy.
And I guess that deep down, under that foundation and Topshop, all these perfect girls, the alien ones that I can't understand, are just like me. They worry about things too...and I think that I'm happier than them. I don't have the pressure to be perfect, to conform. They do.
Then I look at the world and I don't worry anymore; everyone else is just muddling along too.

The last thing you think about before you sleep?
That tall, bold, bright girl whose words can make me smile or weep.

Thought I'd do something else for a change...

Y'know how I just ramble about random stuff and don't really make a lot of sense on here?
Well, I'm gonna change this. Yes, I am.
Instead, this will be used for random scraps of writing.

Isn't that fun?

Oh, okay, here goes.

You ask me why.
I tell you this.
Now I recall you as more than
a statue,
more than a sigh,
blown by the wind to fall into my lap.

This other layer,
this reality,
those feet of clay make more
than shadow,
more than a trick of sun
makes nymphet into human,
spirit into woman.

love,
Noah
xxx

Hello my dears.

Last night was...tempestuous to say the least.

I saw a statue a while ago, no, not a statue... a beautiful, still, silhouetted girl. She was there, sitting on the stair, and looked at peace. I never saw her again; and that was all.
I finally got round to writing a poem about this angel...this flawless woman...and I posted it on Facebook. Then, it turned out that one of my Facebook friends was her.
Oh, whoops.
Now she thinks I'm a stalker. I really didn't know. I'm stupid, okay?


But on the plus side, this is her blog with her awesome poems on it.
Go, check it out!
www.thetruthlackslyricism.blogspot.com

xD

Your affectionate,
Noah
xxx

Hey guys!

Dear all,
I'm revising. Yay. For my big proper really important exams.
Which is why I've made a Formspring. And a Twitter.

Hey guys

Dear all,
It's been too long. Sorry.
But ELECTION ELECTION ELECTION ELECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As you can tell, I'm excited.
Very excited.

xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Sleep Deprivation

Dear all,
Sleep Deprivation is a torture. Nasty people use it when they're trying to get information out of other people. And I'm doing it to myself. :(
Not because I'm trying to get information out of myself, because that would just be stupid. Yeah, anyway, it's because on Friday I went to see Lady Windimere's Fan with some friends (it was on at school, and there were boys in suits!!!!!) and we didn't get back until lateish, and then I couldn't sleep for ages.
Then, last night, I went over to my friend's place and stayed over. We didn't sleep. At all. None of the five of us. Fun....
And now I'm home, and I've done my work. But I couldn't stay awake, so my darling mama recommends some vodka. Good parenting skills, no?
And I'm going to have such a hangover tomorrow....
And I have German first thing. Ew.
Love,
Your ever affectionate,
Noah
XXX

Oh, it's a long time since I posted last.

Hi.
It really is.
Anyway, it's my birthday really soon. Do you know, when you're sixteen you can:
Have sex
Leave school
Buy tobacco
Choose your own doctor
Claim social security benefit
Work full time
Leave home with your parents consent
Get married with one parents consent
Hold a licence to drive a moped (50cc only)
Join the armed forces, with your parents agreement
Buy a lottery ticket and collect winnings
Apply for a passport, with your parents permission
Purchase liqueur chocolates
Consume wine, beer or cider with a table meal in specific areas of licensed premises, providing you're with an adult and the adult orders it.
And you know how many I'm planning to do?
None.
I am boring. Yay!

Much love,
Noah
XXX

Make your words mean more than nothing....

Dear all,
I was listening to The Whomping Willows this morning, and there was one song that really reverberated with me. It was called "An open letter to the entire wizarding community." It was all about how important it was to actually make the things you write and say mean something. I was thinking about this, and I had a thought (I know, that's unusual for me). And the thought basically went a little bit like this:

Everything everyone says
is hollow.
When faced with truth,
we run away,
taking comfort in,
empty words.

Broken Britain,
A fractured society,
Politicians on TV,
Smart suits,
Importance of togetherness,
But would they help you?

Politicians use empty words,
Fracturing the society,
While saying that we need to be
together.


If they are our representatives,
We are hypocrites.

Anyways,
Much love,
Your affectionate,
Noah
XXX

It's not a leap year...

Dear all.
It's not a leap year.
So why is there a film about a leap year?
Honestly, I ask of you.
Hollywood.
*rolls eyes*
Pfft...
Anyway, I has a tummy-ache.
And I need to be either: doing maths revision/writing fan-fiction/writing the script/novel/whatever that will make me famous/ revising AT ALL.
But, no.
I'm watching crappy television. Ah, well...
Procrastination is the way forward!
And I don't write on a schedule!
At all.
When my ideas hit, they hit. I don't eat, sleep, work or look after myself AT ALL while they are there.
I must be seriously mental to even consider it as a career. It'd fail anyway. Because, I can't write properly.
Ahh..well...
Such is life.
Your affectionate and most loving,
Noah
XXX

This is an angst post...

Dear all,
God. I feel so depressed. Love sucks.
I adore her.
I dote on her.
And she doesn't.
Pfft.
Your affectionate,
Noah
XXXX

ExpoExpoExpoExpo

Dear all,
YES!!!!!!
It was Expo yesterday!
And it was fun!
Veryveryveryveryvery fun!!!!!!!!!!
I have an Ouran High School Host Club mug, and a Deathnote poster.
And BS got lucky!
With Gaara.
It looked like yaoi.
twas tres amusant!
Anyway,
Yours affectionately,
Noah
XXX

I has lots of things to tell you!

Dear all,
I does! I has lots and lots of things to talk about as I haven't posted for a while. So I will organise it into a nice list, because I like lists.
So...Point A
I got a Valentine. Yes, me. Silly, stupid, unloved me.
Woohoo!
*jumps up and down, squealing*
Point B
I saw Ponyo!
That awesomeness epically great film!
Today. It was fun.
And I strongly recommend you to see it!
Point C
My friendy, Shino, has an awesome blog now! You should read it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That is all.
Your affectionate,
Noah
XXXXX

Bonjour!

Dear all,
I dislike love and its involved stuff.
It's silly.
I wrote a poem.
And I'm making a Valentine.
I've never done that before.
I hate what they do to me.
Love,
Your affectionate,
Noah
xxx

Nearly February Panic...

Dear all,
I dislike February. A lot.
Especially Valentine's Day.
Stupid thing making single people feel sad.
Hmph.
Love,
Your affectionate,
Noah
XXX

Hey dudes!

Dear all,
I am watching videos of people's epic hand-painted converse and crying.
I wants!
Please.
Why don't I have these artistic skills?
I am in awe.
I just thought I'd share this with you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecV6yeM-kL0
I agree.
Love,
Your lonely,
And affectionate,
Noah
XXX

Sorry for the absence...

Dear all,
I have not been here.
I have been revising.
For exams.
Ew.
But now I'm having a party with my computing class.
So life is good.
Bye,
Your affectionate,
Noah
XXXX