manners

One of the most annoying things in the world is bad manners - obviously I don't mean this compared to the likes of poverty/inequaltiy/wat etc. I mean seriously, how long does it take to move OFF the pavement so that someone can get past? How hard is it to say please thank you or your welcome? I tell you, IT'S NOT HARD AT ALL.
this post has been inspired by an occurance today: somebody spat on me. What sort of vile little creature does that? - of course, it was a chav that did it and yes, he was aiming for the ground but whipping his bodily fluid off my foot made me think; why was he spitting anyway?
please, next time your out, especially in public places I encourage you all - think before you act.

Oh grandma x



Grand Lady - Nicole Hamilton

Everyone rants and raves about old people and how they aren't in touch with technology or whatever... Normally I hear people saying this and simply think "SHUT UP" - if people made comments everytime they logged into facebook or twitter or tumblr or wrote another aimless blog then eventually they'd be pretty pissed. However, recently my grandma got facebook, which brought about 2 problems:
(1)After 4 years of buying me sugar pink ballerina printed pajamas - despite my total lack of intrest in it since I was 5 and told that having a rainbow coloured leotard with a strawberry on the front was inappropriate - and basically thinking that I'ma sugar coated sweetheart, adding me on facebook has seemed to open her eyes to a whole different perspective. Gone are the days when grandma though I was the type of the girl that would say "oh gosh" instead of "oh fuck", believe me, oh my fucking gosh that illusion seems to completely disappeared. The only comfort that I've managed to find is that my cousin had an argument on facebook that seems to of happily forshadowed my own language.
(2)Undoubtedly with her best intentions in mind, grandma has started inboxing my friends when their birthdays are coming up, sending birthday messages signed off "love from nana sheila" - sweet as this may be NO ONE calls her nana sheila and frequently these inboxes also include baby pictures of me - that lets be serious are genuinely so unflattering, just to show off that she knows how to.
So overall what I'm trying to say is don't let old people touch technology, ever, or at very least keep them away from facebook.


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Jack Williams is my bestie! x x x

the infation of life

I just wanted to clarify: I am not a teenager who sits on my arse all the time thinking depressive thoughts about my depressive life and how depressed I am, or am I the sort who will go out and try to cause trouble for other people. If I'm being honest I'd like to think that I'm the sort of typical girl that in films would end up enwrapped in a beautiful romance, and that's just the problem; the infatuation of lies created by the media, specifically in this case films. Too many films create the idea that if we wait around long enough then our lives are going too miraculously shape themselves into our perfect vision of how we want to them to be. This is would obviously be great, except for 2 major predicaments:
(1)    What are we supposed to do whilst we wait? – are we meant to follow our dreams for the time being, because we might me fated to eventually reach them, or do we become complacent? Either way, if our lives are going to end up exactly how we want anyway then doesn’t it seem as though we’d have wasted more than enough time?
(2)    Most importantly, IT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. It’s not.
You have to strive for what you really want, you have to chase it and grab it with both hands. If you trip up on the way then you have to brush yourself down and carry on. So what if you’re hurt? Eventually it will be the scars that make you stronger. Don’t wait around for the bitter disappointment of a hallow dream and wasted time: life’s all about the chase.

Bucket list

Whilst watching the film Water For Elephants (brilliant, Rob Patterson look fine as always) there was a specific line said that really jumped out at me; "you're a beautiful woman, you deserve a beautiful life". Before you ask, this is not an incliantion that I think that I am a "beautiful woman" (nor do I think I am ugly, I'd say a very happy average), as I've already said I do not plan to make this blog about asthetics of me, or of anyone else (unless of course in an angry rage I end up venting about people which usually inclines some below-the-belt insults about them or whatever), however it really did make me think. It made me think about life and what I want to do. Not career goals or lifetime achievements or about starting a family, although of course naturally I have them, I made me think about the small things that I would like to accomplishe in my lifetime, the things that in decades to come I can sit around and tell my grandchildren that will inspire them to follow their own paths as they grow up, without worring about taking the wrong turn - I just hope they never forget their maps... So here is my top 5 list so far:

• drugs - no, this is not a drugs promo, and I mean rest assure that it will not be any sort of habbit - I'd like to think that I have enough will power or whatever - however how many stories have you heard that started "so this one time we we eating a salad..."? None? Exactly. I'm not saying that the only way to have a good time is to do drugs, however I am saying that it can open your mind to new things, so why the fuck not?
• travel - yes, I appreciate that this is stereotypical however I don't mean it in the way of picking someplace magical that you've always wanted to visit, I mean it in the way of taking the first plane or train to anywhere: they to can be maigcal, it all depends on perspective.
• learn how to fly a plane - just because really, I don't think that there is any explination needed...
• break a world record - undecided on which one if I'm honest, there's has been little research done into this, I just thought it'd be an intresting thing to do (feel free to comment any ideas)
• do some chairty work - this summer, me and one of my best friends made little thread bracelets to sell for charity. It took us 2 full days to make 50 - credit where credit's due, it take determination to sit and plait pieces of thread together, putting beads on as you go for this amount of time - and went around our neighbourhood selling them. We made a total of £48 ($74.84) and took it to the local cancer research charity. It was a small contribution  however it felt amazing, and totally assured me how good it would make me feel to help others.

p.s thankyou to whoever reads my blogs - you amazing people! x x x

feelings

This is a pience of work my the artist David Fullarton, I don't aim to take any copywright (4 years of computer studies have opened my eyes to copywright law - you can decided whether that's good or not, although I can not proclaim that it was fun). I decided to showcase it in my blog however because I aim to use this space to show my feelings, stuf that is too strange or awkward to say alloud to those that will care too much. However, I am not one of these emo/scene kids, I will not always be writing about the sad and fustrating, I'll write just as my blog name suggest, about the little bits of nothing that take place in my life or my head and decided to escape right onto this very electronical page, thank you if you decided to listen to any of my babble and bullshit x x x


p.s I am not a cat (obviously) or a physcotic cat woman who lives alone with 17 million cats (hopefully that is also obvious) I am just in favour of keeping my identiy secret; you can read me for what I am, not from who you think I am from pictures or other details

Vocabulary

Someone once said to me that I have a fantastic vocabulary - well that I use "good words" - however upon my paraphrasing it was comfirmed that I have a glorious dialect. So this is the question, if my jargon is so f**king brilliant (and please don't preach to me about the morallity of swearing or try to disuade me from doing it by saying it shows a lack of expression, because sometimes swearing is the exact was to express how you feel) then why oh why can't I just say how I really feel when I really really want to?! See here's is how it goes: I, a typical teenage girl, have a typical teenage crush on a typical teenage boy. I'm not writing this with the hope of him seeing, or with the hope of making online friends whom will coo over me, telling me "he's not worth my time", I'm writing this to express the sheer fustration of not being able to SAY HOW I REALLY FEEL WHEN I REALLY REALLY WANT. Isn't life ironic?