Here's a picture of my face paint (and my brother) before- (we're wolves by the way!)
And then my tear stained face afterwards-
Thursday, 31 October 2013
Never been so scared
Now it's quite late and I'm tired but I just wanted to tell you that today I have been SO SO SO scared! It's Halloween as I said earlier and we went to this old hall which was set up for Halloween. We went in and I was alright then my mum started screaming and we were all screaming because what we thought were statues were real people. We ran up an they were coming from all angles, at this point (as my dad would say) I was s#&t scared and crying my eyes out! I was the most terrified ever. I'd just had my face painting and my tears messed it all up, and even though I was in the midst of a panic attack the people were still trying to scare us! Eventually a scary man came and stopped them scaring and took us through. Now I'm not scared of rollarcoasters or heights or bugs, but these dressed up old people have me the Halloween creeps. Don't think I will ever get over today, hate Halloween now.
It's just Molly...
Hey! I'm Molly, I'm new to this whole blog thing so please don't expect much! I've already called my blog the wrong name and edited stuff by accident but I'm sure I'll get used to it. Now I'm not a very good speller which probably isn't the best thing considering this is a blog which I have typed, but luckily we've got spell check, so please do thank the lord! Anyway I'm 14 years old, it was my birthday the week before last so any belated birthday messages would happily be accepted, aha! I'm in year 9 and already stressed about the GCSE's that we've not even started, I have seriously got no idea how year 10 and 11's cope because I don't understand any of it and all the teachers wont shut up about it. If you're reading this and you're doing or you've done your GCSE's I look up to you, you brave, strong, amazing, special people who are going through an extremely stressful time. To be honest (I say to be honest, which I will probably end up shortening to 'tbh' because its just an almighty effort to type to be honest out lots, is a phrase I use a lot so I'd get used to it if I was you!) I still don't know what to write about in this blog so ideas would be thanked immensely and if you have a blog id really like to know so I can have a look! Now, I'm trying so hard to make this interesting but I'm lying on the floor with my laptop on my knees and my neck being strained because of this, so it is quite hard to concentrate, let alone be entertaining!
So I'm going to stop here today because of the way I'm sat and also the fact that its Halloween and my mother is forcing me to carve a pumpkin even though I have got a broken finger! I broke my finger in PE, it was the first lesson I had actually tried in all my life and because I put effort in I ended up with a buckle fracture (look it up its quite interesting!). We went to the hospital the night I broke it just to see if I had broken it, my school nurse had advised this, and we were there from 4:30pm until 7:45pm. Now, this is the best bit. I've broken bones before 4 and once with an extra on fractured and then 3 years later I broke the same ones again, so I have got quite a good idea if a bone is broken even if I do say so myself. I knew by the pain I was going through and the fact I couldn't move my extremely fat purple finger that there was a good chance it was broken, but even after id seen the triage nurse waited for the doctor, moved through to another waiting room, had my x-ray then waited for the doctor again they said it wasn't broken. I accepted this and started to move my finger like I was told, but then 2 days later my mum got a call saying that I had to go back that night because it turned out my finger WAS, I repeat WAS broken!! I couldn't believe that they hadn't noticed it at the time and it was made worse that we were supposed to be packing that night because we were going to Me orca (or Minorca, whatever you want to call it) the next day. So my mum and me went back and had to wait for the top consultant to apologise for not noticing the break. it turns out I shouldn't have been moving my finger and it should have been bandaged up. Its still bandaged up now a week after I actually broke it and I'm still in pain, so there is no way I'm carving the horrible seeds out of this pumpkin, Joe, that's your job!
I'll write another blog tonight and tell you if we got any trick or treaters, even though we probably wont because we live on a farm in the middle of nowhere!
See you later blogernaters, hehehe.
Love Molly (Rose_tinted_spectacles)
Follow me on twitter: mollyyv123
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Watch my latest (and first) video on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wen8w87EF-8
So I'm going to stop here today because of the way I'm sat and also the fact that its Halloween and my mother is forcing me to carve a pumpkin even though I have got a broken finger! I broke my finger in PE, it was the first lesson I had actually tried in all my life and because I put effort in I ended up with a buckle fracture (look it up its quite interesting!). We went to the hospital the night I broke it just to see if I had broken it, my school nurse had advised this, and we were there from 4:30pm until 7:45pm. Now, this is the best bit. I've broken bones before 4 and once with an extra on fractured and then 3 years later I broke the same ones again, so I have got quite a good idea if a bone is broken even if I do say so myself. I knew by the pain I was going through and the fact I couldn't move my extremely fat purple finger that there was a good chance it was broken, but even after id seen the triage nurse waited for the doctor, moved through to another waiting room, had my x-ray then waited for the doctor again they said it wasn't broken. I accepted this and started to move my finger like I was told, but then 2 days later my mum got a call saying that I had to go back that night because it turned out my finger WAS, I repeat WAS broken!! I couldn't believe that they hadn't noticed it at the time and it was made worse that we were supposed to be packing that night because we were going to Me orca (or Minorca, whatever you want to call it) the next day. So my mum and me went back and had to wait for the top consultant to apologise for not noticing the break. it turns out I shouldn't have been moving my finger and it should have been bandaged up. Its still bandaged up now a week after I actually broke it and I'm still in pain, so there is no way I'm carving the horrible seeds out of this pumpkin, Joe, that's your job!
I'll write another blog tonight and tell you if we got any trick or treaters, even though we probably wont because we live on a farm in the middle of nowhere!
See you later blogernaters, hehehe.
Love Molly (Rose_tinted_spectacles)
Follow me on twitter: mollyyv123
Follow me on instagram: moll_vincent_
Watch my latest (and first) video on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wen8w87EF-8
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