Day 1 ( although I don’t think it could count as a day):
Well we’re off to a great start. We waited our very long time at the airport. Where we were excruciatingly board. I think we walked around in a big giant circle. Which by the looks people gave us isn’t what they call normal anyway
Dad: The fight registration is PH-BQL
We boarded at 23:15and the duration of the fight is 11h 3m (they seriously KEEP saying that).
The aircraft’s name is The Flying Dutchmen. Which I just got! Our hole crew is very Dutch. YAY! We’re thinking of you. Enjoy the house warming without us!
We have a very accommodating air stuart named Dave although just when you need him to turn your screen on to anything but this stupid program he’s sleeping. Speaking of sleeping. Wouter is an expert at airplane sleeping. That’s all I’ve seen him do. Thinking in that ganre I come 2nd with a whopping 4 hours sleep!
There was no cramping my style (inside joke).
Ohmigosh I feel like I have to look after Jessica because when Jessica’s tired she gets a little blonde-r. But that didn’t last long because of course it wasn’t going to last long. Mom was on the isle on the 4 seat row and Jessica was on the isle in the 3 seat row with Wouter and myself. Well Jessica swapped with mom and I sprawled across mom and Wouter and then sprawled across Wouter and mom.(yes there is a difference). It was comfortable up until I pressed on ms bladder and she needed to pee and so we both went I got back thought that’s a pity I’ll never be able to sleZZZZZZZZZZZZ! That was around 4. I first went to sleep at1:44 so I went to sleep for another hour and had my four hours worth of sleep of course mo had zilch.
Now for our neighbors. When mom was in the 4 person row we got in and the plane wasn’t even moving and her next-door neighbor was asleep and not just asleep his head kept falling on to moms shoulders. It was funny although he soon stopped. Behind mom in the person row was a Chinese looking lady after a while I awoke and she was yelling at Dave (gasp) she was going on about the lying Dave handled the situation very well. We also had some really stupid ‘gangsters’ in front of us. Finally Jessica’s fav. Suddenly Jessica bumps my arm and with her eyes points to this boy coming to sit behind us. He looked about 21. Jessica whispered Yummy! So I (very on-shalantly) spied on him with my awesome subtle powers. He played the guitar he also looked as if he had another music case on his lap. He obviously was well looked after he also had a lap-top. He slept the whole blimmin’ flight which Jessica thought was unfair!
I have maintained a steady amount of sneezes through the past few hours. Have taken vitiamn C AND Viral Guard. My nose is quite sore from blowing so much and I’m SO hot!-I think those are the only complaints besides the food.
Food: we had dinner at some weird hour and I was the only one in our posy to eat. I had a chicken pie thing that wasn’t that great although the pudding was quite nice. Not good for my nose though. Then we got breakfast at another weird hour. This was quite nice; fruit salad, yogurt with granadilla on top, some sort of French scrambled egg thing. Miranda would know. It’s the think one that can standup on it’s own. Anyway that and a sausage with potato.
One of the most annoying thing was that I wasn’t excited. I was disgusted with myself! But that is not a problem anymore believe me!
One of the funniest things that have happened so far is Jessica at her blondest. When we were in Cape Town International we were told from security “Please all electrical appliances cell phones, laptops etc.” So we do and then we have to go through the scanner thingy. We’re all fine no beeps or anything until Jessica. She goes back takes off all her jewelry and goes through again Beep beep beep! The lady gets permission from mom to search Jessica and the lady pats Jessica and then very casually says please put your ipod in the basket miss. LOL!!!
We’re about to land at 10:02 local time. It’s raining and 16*c(degrees calicoes).
Scipol is sooooo pretty! Also very high-tech and self efficient. We were having a lovely lunch when Jessica asked AGAIN what time our flight was. Wouter looked and said “4 minuets ago” That was only to board though and they were late but still we were like “Ok grab the drinks and lets go”. The comfort was that there were no “You stupid people who needed to be here 4 minuets ago get you butts here!”
So that was nice.
I will get into days when we get to San Diego but for know I have no idea.
What I always find excrutiatingly annoying is when people form their groups. Well it’s one of the things I hate the most.
It usually starts when there’s a sudden change like someone leaves a group which makes sense. Well today there was no leaving of groups so the very sudden change of groups was a shock. Tamlin and I are a ‘group’ on our own because we don’t believe in groups. Of course there were the two that hang out with the girls that flip their hair and wear short skirts with long socks and a blazer (you know the type) but aren’t fully those type of girls, that useally count as members of our groups because they always kick my rugby ball with me. Except for today. It was raining so we stayed inside. Obviously we didn’t kick the rugby ball because that’s stupid. That did mean that all the ‘groups’ were together under one roof. Useally that would be a huge mistake but today they all shared a common interest. Boys…
Yes it is gross. So Tamlin and I watched from the sidelines as we watched the girls’ (and guys’) dignity disappear as they kissed paper and blew kisses. Again, it is gross. And the problem was the two girls were like the leaders and one of my good guy friends the leader of the boys which to say the least is disappointing. We are picky with our friends and that was a slap in the face.
It’s of course only my matter of opinion. I know that the rest of the girls in the class loved it (the boys even more!) but Tamlin and I were not so keen.
T
I am so hot! 😀 😉
Kidding!
We are sooooo close to the America trip that I am getting crazy! I even started packing what I could today. Some say that’s stupid but hey that’s part of my definision. Blonde, wierd, geeky, stupid…
I’m really excited. i wish I knew how to put this on my second page unless this is on my other page. Oh I’m so confused.
Change is as good as a holiday and I’m getting both!-Quote of Mom.
I went to the hair dresser with my mum today and decided that I would get a lovely wash and blow. Great! I was there and the hairdresser asked “Do you want a cut aswel?”. Well I’d been thinking about it and had no idea what to do. So I told her this she said Ok well I can give you a fringe and I will feather your hair. Now anyon elike me immidaitly thought. Actually I don’t really like feathers in my hair and thought of yourself as some weird hippy with dread locks and feathers in you hair. Anyway it turned out well. I don’t think my dad will be too keen but it ties up in the cutest little pony tail ever!
I will show you some photos of my new hair cut in a different post…
I went to gymnastics yesterday and met with my favourite coach Mr. Pease. It was amazing. I just love going there it’s a relaxed gymnastics club on a friday. I don’t think anyone can have a better time. In the three hours I was there I found out that I could do a backward walk over switch and a backward walkover continuesly. Anyone who just read that and thought “oh that’s nice” should be shot. It is very difficult and I can’t wait to show off my amazing talent with all of my friends. 😀
I am going to tell you about gymnastics.
Gymnastics is one of my passions. I was quite good. I started at the age of 5. This went well I started with a small gym club at my school. I got told I was REALLY good and that I should join a proper club. I jumped at the thought and went to Gordan’s Gymnastics Club. I cried every day I went. I hated it. I went to my first Western Provence Cometition when I was 7. I came third over all in my age group! YAY! So I was spurred on but hated the club I told my Gran and she said we could find another club. This went on a while and in the end I joined Sun Valley’s Gymanstics Club or Brawns. I loved it. Probebly because I was the best there but it was also good for my gym. I went to Oudshoorn because I had made it through my second WP Trails. In Oudshoorn I saw some strange markings on my foot. These are commonly known as bruises. It was terrible but I thought nothing of it. I was nervous and couldn’t wait to do my gymnastics. I was 9. Too young to know that life was a misrable place to live and if I could find a way I would live in a parallel universe. But I went to the competition. We thought nothing of the bruise. I carried on as usual. Before the comp started I went and did my practice vault. I hit the spring board and to the naked ear nothing happened but to a trained expert I’m sure there was the sound of a bone squealing and then dying. I didn’t realise what happened and carried on. I did a few more vaults and realised that something was wrong. I sat down and worked my foot checking what was painful. I looked up and saw my mom in the crowd. And she mouthed “What’s wrong?” I pointed down at my foot and mouthed “It’s sooooo sore!!!” This isn’t something a mother wanted to hear. She called my first coach and asked what she could do. What happened is my mother stepped onto the gymnasim floor. Of course I was immediately disqualified. I cried half because of my foot but mainly because of my gymnastics competition ruined for me. We went to a doctor (useless people) and the lady said “Of course it’s a stress fracture”. So we did all the exercises she gave us and I did them patiently because I wanted to be the perfect gymnast again. This didn’t work. I went back to gymnastics and I failed. My foot was excruciatingly sore and so when we did vault or beam or floor I did bar. (For anyone who doesn’t know there are 4 elements Bar, Floor, Beam and vault). It was sad and I felt I was wasting money. The next doctor I went to see said give it a 6 month rest. I did. It went well I got out of all physical activities which only led to me putting on some weight. I went back to gym. Only to find (yes you’re right) that my foot was still really painful. The next doctoer we tried said “put these specially designed insoles into your shoe and you should be able to go back to gymnastics in a few months. YAY! Well not exactly. I did this. We paid alot of money I tried some non competitive gym to see and, yes, I was still suffering. I stopped altogether. I was depresssed I couldn’t do anything to do with insane feet work. So we went to the final doctor. His name is Dr. Hastings. Thank him or I would never believe in doctors. I told him the whole story and he pressed in this one spot before I told him that that was my painful place. Asked if he was correct and then said “Um well in the beginning you actually broke your foot. A peice of bone has grown here here and here and we’ll have to have an operation”. I had seen so many doctors fail that I was to say the least sceptical. In the end I was persuaded and I missed my S.O.S. camp because the day in between the camp my cast came off. It was absolutly fascinating. At first it was gross and my foot was weak. I went to some physio and soon enough my left foot (op foot) was better than my right. It was such a relief and now I am going to be starting gymnastics again. All thanks to Dylan ( a friend of mine) who showed me that gymnastics is cool. I think it’s going to be quite a competition between us but hey I know I’ll win!
It was a long process. Thank you for reading. I know my mom isn’t liking that she taught me to type because she had to proof read all that! Ha ha!
T
I am Tamsyn. I am 12 years old and I live Cape Town. I’ve tried to have a blog since I was about 10 yrs old. But my mom refused. Now that I’m 12 (and because of guilt tripping+ going over seas) I get my very own blog. There isn’t much to tell about myself. I can’t tell you about my years of life or my wonderful experiences because I’m 12. So pretty much I will do the perfect school description.
Hi I’m Tamsyn. I live in Cape Town. I’m 12 years old. My favourite colour is purple. I have a devourced family one household with 3 cats the other with 3 dogs (doesn’t that just tell you how different they really are!). I love all my pets although I wish I had fish. I still don’t. Not for the lack of trying though. My favourite wild animal is the Giraffe. Probebly because I like animals that can be quiet (unlike myself) and still kick other animals in the face. I also am pacial to kittens for obvious reasons. I have an awesome best friend and a few other friends. I like to think of myself as a geek. I’m not quite sure if I am. No one has given me some sort of insane test to determine whether I’m a geek or not. So I’m still left in the dark. My likes are my computer, writing, school (yes it’s true) and good music. My dislikes are when people don’t listen to me and stereo-types.
That’s pretty much it for now!
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