Friday, 22 April 2016

Blotchy face

So I've played on top of my bed, feotus position, just thinking. Of my life. I have to tell you, so far it is astonishingly boring. No boyfriend, failing school, little potential, depressive outlook at the moment and crying to add on top i finished my favourite TV show 'Hart of dixie' and it has helped me live my life from being an 11 year old girl to a 17 year old one. I know it is unrealistic as it is a rom-com TV show but even Rachel Bilson's real life is perfect, husband ,Hayden Christensen, a good acting career, cute kid. 
What do I have; 3 best friends, infinite knowledge on books and films, mainly young adult, dystopian, romanceor  paranormal, and a really cute dog. 
It feels like life has ended. I know it hasn't but I don't talk to my friends like this, I vent about problems like character on TV shows and how the hottest guy in the world was in x,y and z.
So crying is my venting and listening to sadder music than usual except for Anna sun- Walk the moon, because that song is amazing and same for Last request - Paolo nutini

Saturday, 16 April 2016

So recently I have come to accept that the only way I would get into university is if you could magically get an a-level by having knowledge about mild gaming, films and books, especially book which were made into film. Books like ;Love,Rosie, My sister's keeper, The mortal instrument, The Duff and Vampire Academy. I've read everyone and either watched the film, the TV show or am waiting for the film to come out to watch it. This is all because I am one of those girls who seemed smart through school because she hung around with those smarticle particle and magically pulled 8 above D grade from a hat but now at A-level may only get one above D and that would for, surprise surprise, media studies. 
I wanted to be a teacher of this said subject, yet all unis want hundreds of UCAS points which undoubtedly I will never ontain so I have chosen on going to pick an apprenticeship which will hopefully lead me into radio or journalism. I'm not talking about presenting radio1's live lounge or going to war-torn countries just to be printed on the front page. But to perhaps write the script for radio, maybe present a Midnight show on a nobody knows station or simply writing reviews of page 28. 
Yet, whenever I watch films like The Duff or Love, Rosie I gain artificial hope that I will get the guy even if I look like a slob or perhaps I may get a career in writing even though half of my life is sitting there trying to workout if I'm dislexic ornot, I'm sorry but I'm pretty sure I spelt that wrong, not ironically but seriously why make it difficult for those who can't spelt to spell a large word which most can't spell which means those who find it hard.
It's like the time when I was about 13, I watched the film Whip-ot and that whole year when people asked me what I wanted to do with my life I would say 'be a roller derby girl' despite the fact that I have no balance, refuse to even ice skate and am pathetically challenge in most departments. Sorry I'm still rambling. But still it prove my point that life gives you false hope, consumerism is basically buying false hope or just buying an escapism idea of a parallel universe where you could be that girl who gets the guy, the girl who get to go to university or the girl who gets her dram job. Sorry guys or non-genders, that tiny rant was about me and I'm a girl but please insert what you identify as in any of those spaces previously.





















If you did scroll down to see more, I'm sorry for your disappointment but this was simply an illustration of my disappoint in a way which eager beaver or any other eager animal would understand. Sorry again for wasting your time with my melodramatic life and if you do know me, it's okay really, I will hopefully get that much needed E for Biology, Greys anatomy is really helping me and so is House, Scrubs and Sean.