Dance is a type of art that generally involves movement of the
body, often rhythmic and to music. It is performed in many cultures as a
form of emotional expression.
When you have the house all to yourself for the night, what do you do?
Dance around the living room of course!
Whilst Natalie desperately wanted to watch Mean Girls, l had
better ideas- stick a bit of Spice Girls on and boogie
around the living room. Despite it being a friday evening
and being exceptionally tired from 1 whole week
of studying, being goofballs, doing homework
and...more homework, we were still
abnormally hyper and once we got dancing, we couldn't
stop.
Well, we did when Natalie exclaimed "I'm Zonked."
I guess that's teenage terms for
"oh my giddy ants. I am rather tired at present. lets stop dancing now."
Admittedly, I am an appallingly bad eater. I'm pretty sure, that if I was asked to accumulate a pie chart of my diet, the "sugars" section would be dangerously larger than advised. Nevertheless, you would never really consider having a picnic only consisting of veg would you? Neither would I, which is why we decided to have a picnic full of crisps, chocolate and pop. In all honesty, we didn't intentionally set out to have a picnic of junk, but coincidently, we all braught sugary foods along- great minds think alike! Once we reached the bridge, we layed out a towel and positioned all the food around us.
Luckily, the weather was on our side (for a little while) and we managed to have a lovely picnic by the river, as we admired the view of fields, fields and....more fields! After we had eaten, we resumed to our usual hyperactive selves and filled the day with conga's, dances, prank calls and singing. A typical day for me and my friends then really- being cool seems to come naturally.
It was a really funny day- having a picnic of junk is definately something I advise you to do. However, I would also like to warn you not to munch all of the sweets and chocolate too quickly. It does make you feel a tad sick afterwards. It doesn't help either, when you arrive home and your parents announce that tea will be ready in 5 minutes. Ooops....
According to research, there are 23,000 species of trees in the world. When you think about it, that's an awful lot of different trees. Personally, my favorite are the palm trees that grow in desert-like climates. Whenever I see one it reminds me of when I went to Dominican Republic- the path to the beach consisted of a long, intimidating row of palm trees, all beaming down on me. From a 9 year old perspective, it was almost as bad as being stranded in a creepy forest, especially since some of them were hundreds of years old. They looked like they might snap at any moment.
Luckily for me, there is only really one type of tree that grows in the country fields near where I live. I'd describe them as leafy and tall, but that pretty much covers the description of the 23,000 other trees on the planet. Whilst I really enjoyed doing #10, I must admit I got a few strange looks from passing walkers- even a dog looked at me strange. Unfortunately, I didn't actually gather many crowds or supporters during my mini tree campaign, however, I am proud of myself for carrying it out. Even if it did mean ruining a quiet family picnic in the field next to us..
Whilst this blog post was just for a laugh, it has made me more aware of the amazing campaigns that are working extremely hard in order to protect the thousands of trees that are in potential danger.
This also reminded me of my citizenship GCSE project, where you
had to campaign for something you felt strongly about- me and my
Ducks; delicate little animals who's natural habits are to paddle around enthusiastically, whilst cheerfully quacking at the top of their voices. They tend to complete a few cycles of the pond during their day, occasionally stopping to peck at a fellow duck or gaze at the ducklings, with a youthful admiration all look. However, when two teenage girls advance on them with a full loath of bread, they seem to loose all their dignity and quickly develop one aim- GET THE BREAD. I genuinely believe that ducks are like humans in that they find the sunshine to be as rare as humans do.
Consequently, the glowing beams must make then hyper and rather greedy, as they were after us like we'd dressed in a duck costume and started to parade around the pond. The ducks we encountered on this day out were as stubborn as a three year old who doesn't want to leave the swings. As per usual, I brought in some of my wacky humour to calm them down and reasure them that they would all get a little nibble of the yummy bread.
But unfortunately, ducks can't understand humans, and so they resorted in chasing us around the field until we gave them their beloved bread. A truly hilarious day with my friend Annie, but I think I'll take my bread somewhere else next time...
Due to the sweltering heat and the warm breeze, Zoe and I got a little hot whilst out on our walk and picnic. So, the sight of a idealic little river was met with a releaved sigh. We immediately dumped our belongings on the dry sand bed and made it our goal to treck across the river. IThis was easier said than done. The constant flowing water seemed to enjoy smashing against the rocks, making them super slippery and rather hard to balance on. Nevertheless, we troopered on like the determined turtles that we are and battled against the Atlantic temperatures that the river provided.