Monday, 31 October 2011

Uninteresting post number 4

Today is halloween. The only time when you can wear whatever you want, and not receive odd and judgemental looks from passers by. It is also the day that the world population reached 7 billion, according to the Worldometer, and strangely hard hitting website featuring real time world statistics. 
For the first time in a while, I've had an almost entirely great day. I'm going to enlighten you, whether you like it or not. First of all, I actually understood what was going on in my maths lesson. Yes. Me. I understood it! And so I went into my next lesson feeling like an utter genius. In English, I successfully got an A* for the last essay I handed in, which meant I strode out of there pretty much ecstatic. At break, I saw my boyfriend. Which is always great. I don't see him enough, however. Sometimes I wish we spent all our time together, like my best friend and her boyfriend. But we're both busy people; it's just one of life's depressing things. 
Throughout my life I have been a failure at dancing, but clearly not today, no, not on today the greatest of all days. During my dance rehearsal, I was chosen, CHOSEN, to be in the twelve main dancers. CHOSEN. Let me just repeat that again for no reason. CHOSEN. I am the chosen one (12th)! It was a truly great moment. Although the teachers are all clearly blind, or just didn't see my helpless arm flailing and twirling on the spot. I think at one point I even resorted to some pre-80s disco moves. But never mind that. CHOSEN. 
At the end of the day, I successfully caught the bus that takes me right next to my house, for the second time in about fifteen attempts, which eliminated the twenty minute walk from the main bus stop to my house. It, was, great. 
And that is why, my day has been amazing. I am pretty happy right now. But I'm not gonna dance about it as I feel that I would be an unfair affliction to the sight of my family. 

Uninteresting post number 3

The time has come. Here it is. BAM. 
Uninteresting post number 3. 
I really wish I'd picked a different title. Cause 'uninteresting' is actually quite difficult to spell correctly after numerous (3) occasions. So is the word occasions. 
I am now the big one six. That's right, that age you reach in your teenage years that everyone makes a fuss out of, when not much really changes. It's always the same. For me, I don't feel any older. I haven't really felt older since I was about 10. I'm childish, I can't escape that fact. One learns to love it, anyway. Besides, even if I was to tell someone I was sixteen, they would most likely disagree with me, even though it is my age and I should know this because I am the one who's age it is. For example, in a recent talent contest I entered I was met by numerous competitors, two of whom were 12 year old girls, who absolutely refused to believe that I was 16. I believe their words were: '...naah..really? No you aint! Naah.' To which I continuously nodded a little too vigorously whilst repeating: 'yes. That is my age. Yes. Sixteen. Yes. I know, shocking isn't it?' True that my physique doesn't exactly resemble that of a typical teenage girl, but it is slightly unnerving when people actually take it upon themselves to inform you that you are not actually the age that you really are because it is a fact of life that I have been around the sun 16 times and therefore am the grand age of 16 because that is the way the world works even if it may not seem like I am that age it is the age that I am and therefore you should probably learn to deal with it because it gets annoying after a stupendous amount of people disagree with this simple fact. 

I cannot do cartwheels. 

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Uninteresting post number two

Here I am, on my final day of being fifteen. And what better way to spend it than sat at my computer screen created my second uninteresting blog post? I can think of lots of ways.
But never mind that.
My friends, are the most awesome set of friends you will ever meet. If you traveled all around the world looking for a more awesome bunch of people you would not succeed. And I'm so grateful, because everyday the world tries to make you crazy, I swear. It's sending you to the brink of insanity, dangling from the cliffs of normal, average, happy teenager, above a swirling evil sea of scary. And everyday we're all holding on, but we can't hold on forever. That's what friends are for. To either hold you up, or dive in with you. That's how it works.
And honestly, I love all of my friends. My life wouldn't be the same without them, it's true. But sometimes, I look at some of them and think how much they've changed for the worse. They were once sweet, innocent, over-friendly and happy the way they were, original, unique, that's the way they were no questions asked. But now, I look at them and I don't see that person, anymore. They try to blend in. They try to be a part of the crowd, to draw no attention to themselves. And I wonder why. Because the only way you're ever going to get anywhere is by standing away from the other people. Showing this crazy world what you've got. Pulling yourself up from the cliff edge with the superhuman strength it requires and walking away from that sea of scary. But right now, they're so close to falling in. And I will do my best to help them out, pull them back again, but sometimes you've just got to let it happen. It's the way of the world. It'll do everything it can to send you over the edge.

Monday, 10 October 2011

Why, hello.

Uh, hi.
This is one of those many moments in life when find yourself struggling for things to say. Maybe I'll start with, what's occurring. Right now, this minute. Exactly what is happening as I sit here, sorting through the giant vocabulary list in my brain, and staring blankly at the computer screen. I'm sure you're all intrigued as to exactly what's going on in my house, in my little piece of the world. The answer to your cries of interest would be, nothing. Nothing remotely interesting is occurring, right now, this minute, as I sit here in my little piece of the world. My little brother is singing to himself in the next room, seemingly unaware that no, the walls of this house are not soundproof. He seems to be singing about farm animals. And my other little brother, well he's probably somewhere causing trouble. And my little sister, is probably being grumpy and over-dramatic. I'm not even going to go into detail about what the dog is doing.

Beside me is an (empty) packet of hula hoops. I ate them earlier. Apparently they weren't very inspirational or I'd be writing about something interesting right now.

I can see myself becoming addicted to this. I don't even care if no one reads it. I've decided that this will be my place to vent, chuck everything out of my mind and onto the computer. A genius idea, I know. I'm full of 'em.