Well, this year has been rather eventful. Some events better than others, some memories worth keeping while others aren't. But in all, I can't really say whether 2009 has been a success or not. It's definately had it's up, but also had it's downs. I've loved and i've laughed. I've cried and i've lost, but I wouldn't change a thing. All the memories i've made this year have been nothing like the last, and shall certainly differ from the next. I couldn't possibly sit here and tell you everything that's happened to me and in my life this year, for this is just a tribute.
The earliest thing I can remember from this year was the evening of 19th February. My friend invited me to go and see "A Day To Remember" in concert, in a club in town called Corporation. It was very last minute, but me and my friend, Jade thought it'd be a laugh. We were running late, and almost decided that we couldn't be bothered. I'm sure glad we did!
We eventually got to Corporation and the queue was huge! After a while of standing out in the cold, we got inside the stuffy, packed hall.
When the bands started coming on, everybody went crazy! You see, it was a "mosh" concert. For those of you who aren't cool enough to know what that is, it's where people in the audience clear a huge circle, (generally at the front of the crowd) and, anybody inside that circle basically "mosh". This is a form of dancing, if you can even call it that! (I just see people beating eachother up! but for those of you who are currently all worried that I was in that circle, don't worry, i'm alive today aren't I? :P) but yes, I went into the circle, well, rather I was pushed in, but it was my first "mosh" concert i'd been to, so I didn't know what to do!
I just remember getting so hot I swear I could have almost passed out, so I had to push my way out of the crowd and go out the back door for a while. There, I met a girl called Elysia. We were talking for a little while, but soon went our seperate ways into the crowd again, after i'd had time to cool down. It wasn't long before I found myself pushed up against her again. The convosation basically consisted of: "oh, it's you again! HELLOOOOO!" Elysia could see I was getting all hot and bothered again, because I can be rather claustraphobic at times. She then took my hand, and led me out of the crowd, across the hall. That hall was rather small, but it took us FOREVER to get to the bar at the other end. There, Elysia go me a pint of freezing, icey water. After I had cooled off again, we continued our convosation. We remained together for the rest of the evening, seeing as both of our groups of friends had ditched us to go "boy hunting".
After the concert had finished, Elysia walked with me and Jade to Peace Gardens, in Sheffield centre. There, Elysia watched in fits of laughter as I emptied the contents of my pockets into Elysia arms, then ran through the middle of the fountains. I couldn't feel the cold as I ran through the jets of February-temperature water. It was only the split moment I ran out the other side that I felt it. Actually, I didn't feel it, by this time I was numb, but it was better than how hot I was before, I tell you! Elysia, Jade and I then walked off to the trams. Bless poor Elysia, who was then left on her own to get a train back to Barnsley on her own, after Jade and I got on the tram back to halfway, where her mum then picked us up. I was still soaking wet, yet warm by this point. It was funny, the way people were staring at us. After we go back to Jade's house, it was basically just eat and sleep for us two. We were Shattered!
Oh yes, as some of you might be wondering, me and Elysia exchanged numbers, and we're still friend's to this day! I have to remind her it's almost been a year since we met! :)
That was a great way to start 2009, and one of the best memories I have of this year. But it's weird, thinking about it, there were no other major events that I think you'd be mildly interested in. Isn't that odd? I started this blog thinking: "oh, I've got a great idea for this blog! I can tell everybody all the wonderful memories and friends i've made this year!" but when I try and write it all down, my mind goes all blank. Well, there are a few other events that happened this year, but i have other blogs dedicated to that, so I don't need to explain it anymore. Oh well. I promise you all i'll update this everytime I think of something. :) I hope you enjoyed the one memory that kicked off 2009 for me!
Oh, I really do hope 2010 turns out to be a good year for me and everybody around me.
Thursday, 31 December 2009
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
stupid post ladies.
Hey everybody. Sorry I haven't made any new blogs lately. Grandma's been bugging me to keep you all updated but i've not had anything interesting or exciting happen in my life, until today!
It was 3:00pm and school had just finished. I was walking out of the school gates, and found my friend Stephanie with her new boyfriend, stood next to a massive, red Parcel Force van. I walked over to say hello and I gave her a hug.
Because the weather was so bad, I couldn't be bothered to walk home, so I was going down the hill to catch the bus. I said goodbye to Steph and her boyfriend who's name I don't know. As I walked past her, I noticed her mum was behind her, waiting in the car to take her home. Steph had obviously being saying goodbye to her boyfriend, by which point they were new hugging and kissing. I pulled a sickie face at her mum, which she then pulled back, chuckling. I've known Steph and her mum since we very first moved to Sheffield, so we were all friendly. I walked over to her pristine, black, shiny car. As I did this, she wound down her window and we got chatting. Steph left her boyfriend standing by the red van and began walking down the hill to the car which I was leaning into. Suddenly, the Parcel Force van infront started reversing.. fast. In panick, Steph's mum started beeping frantically, but the van continued rolling down the hill, head on with her car. She then began to reverse aswell, trying to advoid it, but she almost immediately ran out of room, as the van was literally, just inches from smashing into the front of her car. Steph's mum was cornered. The van infront, and a long row of parked cars behind. She then swerved dangerously up onto the sidewalk, almost crashing into the school wall. The van just missed and was just about to crash into the car behind when it suddenly made a 90 degree turn and went swerving into the road. By this point, everybody watching realised that there was no driver, (as a gobby little year 7 so helpfully pointed out). It made an abrupt stop as it crashed head-on into a front garden wall, (which was brand new, may I add!) The whole wall went smashing to the ground, taking a large, old-fashioned brick post with it. The owner of the house, a middle-aged woman, had been watching the whole palaver from her living room window.
Shortly after, a rather panicky, confused van driver came running out of school and down to the van, where she then threw a hand-full of paper work at it, then continued to hit the van, swearing. Steph's mum got out of the car and started shouting at the driver, who only looked to be in her early 20's. She was tall and skinny, with short, bleached-white hair. She looked rather out of place with her dirty, Parcel Force, illuminate jacket on. She exclaimed that she had put the hand break on and had no idea how all this could have happened. The woman in the house soon came charging out, phone in hand. She then continued to make a phone call, that I can only assume was either her husband or the police.
The driver said that she was sorry, and that she was going to call her company to sort everything out, and while she was calling, she walked round the back of the van. The extent of the damage was revealed; both the wall and her van. She started panicking all over again, breathing heavily, pacing.
Back across the road, me, a group of eleven year olds, Steph and her mum were watching in shock, still not soaking up what a close shave all the previous events had been. Steph's mum got back into her car, trying not to get all wound up. You could see she was terribly shaken, and she was rather upset. Me and Steph then looked at eachother, straight faced. We then burst out laughing at exactly the same time, so did her mum. Back across the road on the other hand, was a different story. Everything was a mess, and the driver and the house owner were running around, argueing.
If everything had happened just a matter of seconds later, things would have been messy. Steph would have probably been in the car by that point, and knowing her, she wouldn't have her seatbelt on yet.. A woman with a pram and two infants who were walking down the hill, would have probably been in the path of the van as it was zig-zaggy across the road, and I might have been in Steph's car, because she probably would have offered me a lift by then, if everything wasn't delayed by Steph and her boyfriend. Everything missed by inches, and the timing was perfect. Yes, a wall was destroyed, along with a post and a Parcel Force van; and yes, the driver and the house owner were upset. But luckily, nobody was hurt, and we all came away with only the memories and a few of us shaken.
It definately made my day, but it turns out that only very few people saw the event. After Steph and her mum had driven off, and everybody were sorting things out, I went and caught my bus. It was apsolutely packed! As I sat down next to Steph's best friend, Emma, and began telling her what had just happened (rather loud, I must admit), I noticed that the bus went quiet, listening intently. It turns out nobody else at all had seen it!
What a great way to round off such a boring day.
It was 3:00pm and school had just finished. I was walking out of the school gates, and found my friend Stephanie with her new boyfriend, stood next to a massive, red Parcel Force van. I walked over to say hello and I gave her a hug.
Because the weather was so bad, I couldn't be bothered to walk home, so I was going down the hill to catch the bus. I said goodbye to Steph and her boyfriend who's name I don't know. As I walked past her, I noticed her mum was behind her, waiting in the car to take her home. Steph had obviously being saying goodbye to her boyfriend, by which point they were new hugging and kissing. I pulled a sickie face at her mum, which she then pulled back, chuckling. I've known Steph and her mum since we very first moved to Sheffield, so we were all friendly. I walked over to her pristine, black, shiny car. As I did this, she wound down her window and we got chatting. Steph left her boyfriend standing by the red van and began walking down the hill to the car which I was leaning into. Suddenly, the Parcel Force van infront started reversing.. fast. In panick, Steph's mum started beeping frantically, but the van continued rolling down the hill, head on with her car. She then began to reverse aswell, trying to advoid it, but she almost immediately ran out of room, as the van was literally, just inches from smashing into the front of her car. Steph's mum was cornered. The van infront, and a long row of parked cars behind. She then swerved dangerously up onto the sidewalk, almost crashing into the school wall. The van just missed and was just about to crash into the car behind when it suddenly made a 90 degree turn and went swerving into the road. By this point, everybody watching realised that there was no driver, (as a gobby little year 7 so helpfully pointed out). It made an abrupt stop as it crashed head-on into a front garden wall, (which was brand new, may I add!) The whole wall went smashing to the ground, taking a large, old-fashioned brick post with it. The owner of the house, a middle-aged woman, had been watching the whole palaver from her living room window.
Shortly after, a rather panicky, confused van driver came running out of school and down to the van, where she then threw a hand-full of paper work at it, then continued to hit the van, swearing. Steph's mum got out of the car and started shouting at the driver, who only looked to be in her early 20's. She was tall and skinny, with short, bleached-white hair. She looked rather out of place with her dirty, Parcel Force, illuminate jacket on. She exclaimed that she had put the hand break on and had no idea how all this could have happened. The woman in the house soon came charging out, phone in hand. She then continued to make a phone call, that I can only assume was either her husband or the police.
The driver said that she was sorry, and that she was going to call her company to sort everything out, and while she was calling, she walked round the back of the van. The extent of the damage was revealed; both the wall and her van. She started panicking all over again, breathing heavily, pacing.
Back across the road, me, a group of eleven year olds, Steph and her mum were watching in shock, still not soaking up what a close shave all the previous events had been. Steph's mum got back into her car, trying not to get all wound up. You could see she was terribly shaken, and she was rather upset. Me and Steph then looked at eachother, straight faced. We then burst out laughing at exactly the same time, so did her mum. Back across the road on the other hand, was a different story. Everything was a mess, and the driver and the house owner were running around, argueing.
If everything had happened just a matter of seconds later, things would have been messy. Steph would have probably been in the car by that point, and knowing her, she wouldn't have her seatbelt on yet.. A woman with a pram and two infants who were walking down the hill, would have probably been in the path of the van as it was zig-zaggy across the road, and I might have been in Steph's car, because she probably would have offered me a lift by then, if everything wasn't delayed by Steph and her boyfriend. Everything missed by inches, and the timing was perfect. Yes, a wall was destroyed, along with a post and a Parcel Force van; and yes, the driver and the house owner were upset. But luckily, nobody was hurt, and we all came away with only the memories and a few of us shaken.
It definately made my day, but it turns out that only very few people saw the event. After Steph and her mum had driven off, and everybody were sorting things out, I went and caught my bus. It was apsolutely packed! As I sat down next to Steph's best friend, Emma, and began telling her what had just happened (rather loud, I must admit), I noticed that the bus went quiet, listening intently. It turns out nobody else at all had seen it!
What a great way to round off such a boring day.
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