For the past 10+ years now I have been a member of the scouting organisation, this weekend saw the realisation of pretty much what I have been doing for that long. On Sunday I got to meet the Queen and received my Queen Scout’s Award, the highest award in UK Scouting.
Woop.
Well, what a fantabulous two and a bit weeks its been and fuck me a lot has happened. Friday saw me and 600 others return back to West London after a rather enjoyable 10 days in the Swiss Alps, well in Kandersteg to be precise. A lot of memories greeted me when I turned to this page, after hiking for 4 of the 10 it seemed like the remaining 6 days I had I was on overdrive, rushing about trying to get things in I dont think I really even had much time to sleep..
On the Tuesday (15th) was my birthday and wahey it was.. rather subdued, we went to Italy and got a little drunk but we had to get the 9.30 train back, but I managed to bring in my brithday and show it out rather well.. 14th evening ended up with a free bar after the manager’s wife had just had a baby, damn I love Jagermeister lined bars! The 16th was also rather eventful as a rather mediocre disco turned out to be one of the only partay’s recently that ive actually danced myself into a sweat. Good Times hehe.
Guess this leaves results to be addressed then. Well, they are.. usable. Heck they are better than a lot of people I have spoken to, but they are by no means amazing, B C C D/E is never going to get me into the university that I want to and to be honest now I have got no idea what I want to do.. I am playing ideas in my head.. Apply, get crappy offers, decline them and try clearing. Or go and take a gap year, obviously reapplying in 2008 based on actual results that I get next summer (this involves kicking my ass into shape to get these results).. I think its kinda clear which is my favourite choice, I think I know why though, it involves waiting, it involves the bane of my exsistance, doing things in the future.. It involves me actually making the choice to actually do something next year and getting those damn results and not just thinking that they will come automatically, like its my fucking god given right to have them just because my parents did..
I think thats its time to grow up and finally smell the damn bacon, because something really isnt right in my kitchen.
