Teenage Kicks

16 and 1/2 pounds off and still feeling like sh*te...

2006-03-05T10:59:00.000-08:00

I haven't posted in quite a while, and i know that this website was created to talk about teenage issues, but so far all i seem to talk about is myself. So on that note, yes you've guessed it, im going to tell you something more thats bothering me.

Continuing with the diet, and successfully shedding 16 1/2 pounds, you would think that i'd been on cloud nine, every thing going "hunky dory" but nay i say!

Maybe you'll all agree that when you were also teens, your main priorities were/are :
- Money
- Clothes/Appearance
- Reputation
-Boys
- School work

So in a single statement, i'll prove how "teenager-ish" i am : eh hem...

Money seems to burn through my pockets, Pay as you go top ups take most of the earnings, and going out. Also, mum always buys my clothes etc, which she takes great pleasure in reminding you on a daily basis on the expense of her "gifts" and in great spite, i think to myself "I'll show her"- which i still have yet to do...

I HATE SUMMER.
I hate summer, i know fine well it's because of my weight, but i just hate it. Don't get me wrong, i love the sun shine, the heat, the sun glasses and sexy shoes, but why is it that you have to wear less clothing?!? Don't answer that, i know the answer, my point is, i just wish i could wear lovely flubber hiding clothes and still feel chilled and relaxed. To add to my misery, i'm having an ultimate spot attack on my forehead. Now if any of you know me personally, you'll know that my dear mother has an obsession with cleansers etc. She gets it from my nanny. It's an obsession i tell you. So with a growing Zit city on my head, mum is having a field day. Lotions and potions are on my head every night. If ANY ONE saw me i'd die.

Being a teenager, it's the prime vain years. You constantly think that people are taking notes on everything you do, you think that every one is looking at what you're wearing (and going to an all girls school, chances are 99% of the time, they are.) What you do, say, wear, hang around with is who you are, but it also in a sense it singles you out. In my school there's clicks, just like every other school i suppose. There's people who follow the "norm" and there's people who don't follow it. These are the people i wish i was, i don't like feelin paranoid, i don't like thinking that other people are more superior than me, that i'm just a "normal" person.

Guys. They can make you feel like the most important thing on the planet, and then in one sentence, make you feel like crap. I'm not going to go into this too much, because 1. I wouldn't want to bore you and 2. They aren't worth the time. (Any one sense my bitterness? Moving on...) Al i can say, is that it's scientific proof that guys take longer than to mature than u's girls, bah humbug.

School work.
What's most ironic, and probably says a lot, is that i'm writing this blog whilst on study leave, ha! I'm meant to be studying but keep finding much more entertaining things to do. Mum says shes never seen me play the guitar so much before...I hate these GCSE's. I really do. I know i have to do well, but its the effort that has to be put in...Thats another thing, what subjects do i do next year? And will i stay in my current school?

Any ways, my guily conscience is returning and i must go do a practice paper.

Before i leave, i would like to say that for all of using the internet, there's virus' everywhere, there are bad people surfing the net, we all take the risk coming online.
Bebo is just as risky. People have gone to town lately on giving it a bad name. Yes it has its faults, yes it is addictive, but so's chocolate. As for the way comments can be left on people's bebo's, those comments can be good and bad. All you hear about it the bad things. Its like the news papers. They fill us with tragedies, uproar, disgust, and then amongst all the pesimism, lies some hope. For example, I read a 2 page article on global warming, which made me fearful, then in the middle of the paper, in a very small column was an article on a beggar man who played the tin whistle, who found a £500 engagement ring amongst his penny donations. It put a smile on my face. I'm blabbering, i can tell...until next time.

Sorry to nag...

2006-01-26T12:07:00.000-08:00

I have joined a very famous weight loss programme that another blogger goes to. Not wanting to take any of the light away from her weight loss, i am proud to say i have lost 7 1/2 pounds in 2 wks and I feel great for it.

Well i say great, what is really meant, is probably that i should feel great. Well thats another porky (ha porky, bit like meself...), i feel good, but not great. It's about time i got rid of this unwanted blubber, for it holds you back in nearly every aspect in life, and i don't wana hear any bull that it doesn't because it does.

For eg. In the school play, i have actually been told to my face, i had the voice and the acting for the part of Sarah (the lead) but i didn't look the part, so it was given to my very thin cousin. I told my mum this, she was shocked that a teacher actually said this to me. I didn't really take notice when it was said, i actually agreed. Now thinkin back, i get very very hurt. Funny that, isn't it, only now, about a month later i am realising what that person meant. Another eg. I had a careers class last week and we were discussing interview techniques, and weight really IS an issue. The minute you step into an interview room they are going to judge you on your aesthetic out look, and lets face it, curvacious lumps and bumps just aint hot.

Another thing, is the male species. And i know this is a real contradictory blog from the previous one, but for christ sakes, open your eyes guys!! It really is the inside that counts! Maybe i just haven't met the right guys, and im not talking about boy friends, i mean friends, just plain friends.

I'm going out this weekend with all my girl friends to a club, having not been out since new years eve, i am really looking forward to it. And before any one starts shouting at me, yes, i do like alcoholic beverages, so chill out. Any ways...my point is, i was talking to my friend Munchkin the other night, and i was explaining to her that i would need to bring more money out with me because people never buy me a drink. She didn't believe me and so i had to prove it to her. She was really shocked, and i think she felt really sorry for me, but i don't really care. I'm not going to throw myself on guys (not that i would dare, god can u imagine the damage?!) or flirt my brains off just to get a drink, its just not me and it never will be.

So i ask thee bloggers, am i going through a teen life crisis? I am fully aware i have wrote about 4 blogs on boys, and i will change the topic soon, i promise, but just let me know what you think eh?

Thanks, Teenage Kicks xx

Lovin' it!

2006-01-14T15:19:00.000-08:00

After 4 years of complaining till i was blue in the face, my school has finally put on a production and my year is involved!!

We are coming together with out brother school to perform "Guys and Dolls." Auditions were in November and after losing out for the part of Sarah to my elder cousin who is in her last year, i was given the part of the General, and before you all start thinking "awww shes a man in the play", im not! I am General Matilda Carthwright, i'll have you all know! And I'm bloody loving it. Not only do i get a speaking part, a shockingly sexy Salvo Costume, powdered hair and wrinkles drawn on my face, i also get to shake hands with the lovely lead guy playing the role of "Skye Masterson" : D

After a year and a half with Mack messing my head around, i have started to like another guy. Now don't start think i'm boy mad because im any thing but. My dear mother has drilled it into my head not to think that men bring you every thing, no no, independance all the way!! She also worrys something shocking about how males portray me, for lets say, im not your average 15 year old. I have quite a "womanly" figure and im not boasting but you'd never say i looked 15. Any way, Skye...

Well he's the year above me and is sucha fab actor and has a voice that could melt butter, and what ever butter i have inside me (a frigin lot!) It's all melted! I get so excited when i go to rehersals and i know it's pathetic, it really is. Butterflies and everything cliche like that happen.

I have told my mum about him, and she just sighs saying "oh to be young again..." It makes me wonder, if she seems to think all this only happens when you're young, what happens when you're older? Do you really HAVE to face all the evil and the cruelness in the world and face reality and "catch a grip of yourself"?? Because if that all means i won't feel these feelings when im older, frig growing up. Thats just stupid.

I have rehersals on Tuesday and Saturday, CANNOT WAIT!!

Bring it on 2006

2006-01-03T03:46:00.000-08:00

Well, a new year has started, things havent reeeeally changed apart from the date and the on going clock, but it's the time when people get optimistic and look at the things they themselves want to change for the new year.

I'm a little bit different from the rest. I have my mock exams in 2 weeks, 10 G.C.S.E exams in May and i want nothing more than to go back in time, preferably to my primary school days, but 2005 would be acceptable too.

Although i have some future plans, i can't help but go back in time and regret a load. For instance. I woke up this morning, heard mum talking to the cleaner, who she drives down to my aunties house, and I instantly started thinking, hmmm what homework/coursework have i to do today then?

I hate that. I really do, when u havent slept well and you wake up knowing you have work to do. I get this from my mother. She will openly admit, she wakes up at 6/7am and will fret over the basket of ironing in the corner of her room. I usually tell her shes having a mid life crisis, but what does that say for me?

Im a worrier, you wouldn't think it though. I have quite a big personality, and from the outside you wouldn't think i was insecure or quite fearful, but every one has their weakness'. Maybe thats what i should aim for in 2006, fighting the deamons that hold me back, whether it be nerves at singing for people or finding it in me to be truely myself to people, especially the opposite sex.

Who knows eh? I don't know whats going to happen later on today, tomorrow, next week and so on. I may worry about what may happen, but that's not going to stop it.

So bring in on 2006, i (think) am ready for you!

Ive been tagged

2005-12-21T09:50:00.000-08:00

Iv been tagged, how glorious!

Ok so 5 weird habits...

1. Every morning, when i get up for school, i have this mad obsession to hit the alarm button on my phone to turn it off after the first ring. It CANNOT ring more than once, or i get really aggitated. Also, if i wake a few minutes before it is set to go off, i frantically try to find my phone to turn it off, if i don't get it in time, i get really annoyed with myself. :S

2. I follow a pattern for applying make up. It always goes on, in running order...foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, blusher. Im sure a load of people do this too but if i don't follow this pattern, i forget to do things. I have been known to walk out of the house without mascara, and as a teenage girl, this is just scandal! lol :s (i sound like i have OCD don't i :s)

3. When i get into the shower, and the shower head is pointing right, i always think this is a sign of bad luck, and worry about what may happen during the day.

4. I sing a lot, and before i sing infront of crowds, i develop this nerv triggered cough. It constanlty feels like there is a MASSIVE frog in my throat, and nothing will do but to cough it out. You can hear me barkin from back stage lol...

5. In my downstairs toilet, we have an extractor fan that turns on a little while after you turn the light on. Whether it be getting a tissue or coat etc, i always race against the extractor fan to get the thing and turn the light back off before the fan turns on. Weird i know!

Reading over these habits of mine, and made me realise some things about myself, not only am i an uptight FREEK, im just plain weird. LOL!!

Forget that one...

2005-12-14T11:42:00.000-08:00

Forget that dilema, Mack aint getting a gift this christmas, currently not on good terms with him...

Oh the woes...

What should i take from "Maybe i'll see you around" ????

please comment on this!

Dilema!

2005-12-01T11:37:00.000-08:00

Ok bloggers, i need help.

As you all know, unless u live in another planet, Christmas is looming, trees are being decorated, presents are being bought, not in my case though!!

My dilema is, WHAT do you buy a guy?!

My brother is simple, you just chuck in a funny dvd and he's sorted, my dad just likes socks, hankies, boxers ( u know the usual )well i bloody hope he does! My question is, what do you buy an 18 year old guy without looking, soppy, sad, cheap and a tad "gay"??

Im thinking about £20 max. and yes mum if you're reading, i do know that money doesn't grow on trees, but baby sitting does do wonders...

On the subject of my mother, she's fairly one for bargains which i usually follow in footsteps with, and i usually love buying presents, but no no no, not Mack.

I brought him back a few gifts from my holidays in Portugal and i don't know where i got all the inspiration from, but if i do say so myself, it was a cracker present.

Ofcourse, life's not so simple so shoppers, im getn my comeupinsenses (sp?!) and now im buggerd.

Please Please PLEASE comment ur ideas.

R.I.P

2005-11-26T01:39:00.000-08:00

It's a sad day in Belfast

Yesterday George Best died, and Belfast is mourning. Men RARELY cry, but u can clearly see the sadness in them all, young and old.

I was at my friends house last nite, and he and his friend couldn't really talk about his death. They were like typical lads, u no the usual..."yeh, it's really sad.....*cough*....yeh..."

As like my dad, who im really embarrassed to say IS one of those men who can show emotions and all the really cringe additions you can think of.

My dad went to see Best play in the 70's with his brother, and living in Belfast my dad and im sure many other men felt like they knew Best. Whether or not i lived during Best's prime years, i still know he was one of if not the greatest footballers ever seen in the British Isles.

He has given Belfast a great name, in his name.

And as he want, we will remember him for his football.

R.I.P Geordie Best.

"Pink and blue, God forbid NO purple!!"

2005-11-02T10:50:00.000-08:00

A friend of mine, Vix went on a church encorporated trip during the summer to St.Louis, America. It was a trip where 6 Protestants and 6 Catholics from Belfast went to stay with 12 people in America. She showed me the scrap book she made with all her little memoires from her trip, one of which was a sheet handed out by the American minister saying on it, "Girls are pink, Boy are blue, NO purple!"

Isn't that a laugh! Don't get me wrong, im not laughing at the fact that the minister is getting the message across about sex, but it's the way he has put it.

Picture this, a minister approaches a 5 month pregnant 14 year old girl, standing at the bus stop, waiting to get the bus up the Shankill road. He pardons his forwardness and hands her a leaflet, saying "Girls are pink, boys are blue, God forbid NO purple" PLEEEEASE! Can u imagine!

My mum was talking to me the other night about going down to the Oddessy on Halloween night and seeing so many legless girls. Girls so out of it they could hardly walk, notice i say girls because they were probably the same age as me.

Thats the really scary thing now-a-days. Girls + excessive amounts of drinks = trouble.

To my dismay i have been there, as some readers will know. I took too much to drink at a family wedding and the Gods honest truth is, i can't remember a thing that happened to me after 9.30pm that evening.

All i can say is wasn't i lucky i was with reletives and close friends who could look after me? Take that one girl my mum seen staggering around on Halloween, she could have lost her friends, was in a state of bewilderment and didn't know where the hell she was. Some nice guy comes up to her and offers her a lift home, she agrees and then what?

We open the papers a few days later to hear about another young girl getting abused, rapped and sometimes killed?

A friend of mine Mack sent me an email earlier...

A woman, at Rain nightclub (Halifax) last Saturday night(Sept.10/05) was taken by 5 men, who according to hospital andpolice reports, gang raped her before dumping her. Unable toremember the events of the evening, tests later confirmed the repeatrapes and along with traces of Rohypnol in her blood, wasProgesterex, which is essentially a small sterilization pill.Thedrug is now being used by rapists at parties to rape AND sterilizetheir victims. Progesterex is available to vets to sterilize largeanimals. Rumour has it that Progesterex is being used together withRohypnol, the date rape drug. As with Rohypnol, all they have to dois drop into the girl's drink. The girl can't remember a thing thenext morning, of all that had taken place the night before.Progesterex, which dissolves in drinks just aseasily,is such that the victim doesn't conceive from the rape andthe rapist needn't worry about having a paternity test identifyinghim months later. The drug's effects ARE NOT TEMPORARY-They areP*E*R*M*A*N*E*N*T Progesterex was designed to sterilize horses. Anyfemale who takes WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO CONCEIVE. The weasels can getthis drug from anyone who is in the vet school or any university.It's that easy, and Progesterex is about to break out bigeverywhere. Believe it or not, there are even sites on the Internettelling people how to use it. Please COPY (NOT FORWARD) this toeveryone you know, especially girls. Be careful when you're out anddon't leave your drink unattended. Please make the effort to PASSthis on to all you know...................................................Guys, please inform all your female friends and relatives.

My reason for this post is to talk about the things that are going on out there in the big bad world, how girls are to vunerable when out, and how our society here in Belfast is so different from that of in America.

You can give sex ed. You can give free contraception but still is it really working??

What to do?

2005-10-12T17:51:00.000-07:00

As a teenager, friends play an important part of my life, probably too important for my own good, because they wind you up at times!!

For instance, at the moment, i am having a bit of a hard time decided who go out with at the weekend. You see, the thing is, im part of a group. You know the sort, "we're the only people that matter kind of thing", well thats what people associate me with, but im not like them. To their obvious dismay, i have other friends too. I have a very close friend who is the year above me in a different school, Quigs and 3 close friends who are in my form class who i do a lot of music things with, and who i get on with really well.

Now, im not being big headed, but it's hard trying to keep every one happy all at the bloody once!

Eg. This weekend 2 of my friends, one male, one female, are having parties, Quigs wants me to go to a preformal with her. I want to go to the preformal, but it seems, thanks to my friend munchkin, that people are not in the slightest happy with this. "Ditching us for Quigs" seems to be the topic of conversation when im not present.

Can you honestly blame me? Im really only close to 2 people in my group, Munchkin and Bopz. Both of which have boyfriends, and need i say any more, there is no effort made with me. So with this, no one else seems to make any effort to ask me what i'm doing at the weekend, so on i go, doing my own thing, but is this allowed? NO

It's pathetic, see this "stay with the group" idea? I wana murder it. Is it a crime to have other plans? To have other friends? To take interest in other things other than make-up, clothes and whos fat and whos not (yes this is what I of all people have to listen to!)? I think not.

God forbid i ever say this to their faces, who on earth would i think i am?!

One of these days, one of these days...

Good o'l Norn Iron!

2005-09-28T22:31:00.000-07:00

Im a born actress me, take me to a city and i'll start talking in the dialect without even noticing!
I love the idea that you can go another country, not know anyone and by learning the language and the way they talk you can nearly become a different person. The idea of different dialects has always intrigued me from a young age.
At the age of 4, my family and i went to Scotland to stay with my uncle and his wife who is from a posh part of england. For a week after i came home, my p1 teacher thought i was the bees knees with my lil english twang to my belfast accent!
Still to this day you can take me to a place, and the normal me goes. A reletive of mine Giggles who lives in Southport had us over for her very memorable wedding last summer, and over the 4 days we were there, i picked up the accent. Her husband Giant has a very thick Stockport accent, so ofcourse that kicked in too, and now every time my mum phones Giggles, i can almost time when Giant is going to say "hello ....... are ye a'right?" LOVE IT !
I talked about a family we once knew very well who emmigrated to Austrailia. The daughter, my friend, lost her accent within a few months, but the dad Geordy still to this day has the broadest Belfast accent possible, which in a way is very comforting because that way it doesnt feel like we've lost them completely.
So yes...where was I? Belfast accents. If you're from Belfast you will know that what area you come from seriously characterises the way you speak. I am from the South of the city, so i don't speak with a strong accent, which could also be due to 7 years of speech and drama classes, so you could say i'm well spoken :P
I go to a school where the most of the girls speak like me, but some are from North and West Belfast where the accent is definitly stronger, and ofcourse, i pick up on it from time to time.
I recently found this website with Northern Irish sayings on it, it's very funny. Take a look...http://members.tripod.com/~Shinann/language.htm

Enjoy!

Friendships

2005-09-16T00:33:00.000-07:00

They say throughout life you can count in the palm of your hand the 5 true friends you have. Don't ask me who "they" are, i haven't a baldy, but the theory feels right.

I know, i know, im young, haven't had a real taste of life yet blah dee blah dee blah...but i know a true friend from a fake one. Going to an all girls school, i can truthly say i have met a good load of frigin bitches in my life, and i've learnt my lesson on who to trust and who to not.

So far i can count 3 really true friends to me. One being (don't think im a cheesy sad act) my mum. Two being my friend Quigs and three being Mack. All with different qualities, all with different lives. All in my eyes special. (once again, im not being all american here!) My mum is the other female in our household. Being her only daughter, she feels a strong need to know my business all the time, and although at times its a pain the neck, its reassuring. Even if i try and lie, she just gives me this look and you know there's no point, i'll only tell her any ways. Pity my brother doesn't follow my train of thought. Lying get! I tell her everything, too much probably for her mental health. I will be the result of a nervous breakdown, i can tell ha! Quigs is a year older than me, not to say shes any wiser though. She's kind, generous and always there. Mack is my guy friend. All girls need a guy friend. It's amazing how a guy can make a girl see sense. Plain, honest sense. He's a fab friend who knows me like the back of his hand. All of the above are people i can trust with my life. ( I hope so any ways!) Have a think, how many people can u count that you would consider your true friends?...

In my 15 years on this messed up world, i've had many friends. Good, bad, two faced, vain, you name it, i've had it. Im currently in a, how would you say, "clique" of friends in my school. There are 12 of us, and in all honesty, i wreakon i could have a full blown interestin, meaningful conversation with about 5 of them. All the 6 others seem to talk about beaut, cute, hot people and fashion. I mean COME ON! Now maybe if i was absolutely drop dead gorgeous, with a body to die for, i might just be interested in this bimbo chat, but i can't imagine that happenning any time soon in all fairness.

I have a friend who lived here until she was 11 and then she moved to Austrailia. She was the closest person to me at that stage in my life, and i practically grew up with her. Still in contact with her, we email monthly and keep an update on every day life. People who knew her family, are all shocked to hear that i'm still in contact with her, as her parents seems to just want to forget their life here completely, treating us as if we're a bunch of filthy muddy irish punters, and they're no longer one of us, but new hip n happenin' ozzies. My ass!

You always hear people saying, friends change, people change, life goes on. Makes ya think doesn't it? If you're older than i am, just think about the friends you had at 15 yrs of age. Are u lucky enough to still be in contact with them, or did their lives change, and you's grew apart? I don't know in years to come, who will be my "5 palm friends" or who will be the newcomers. Who knows.

All i can say is im quite happy as i am now, with my pals. Vain and air head'ish as they may be. As quoted by my mother, "You should count your lucky stars" and i do!

What a weekend!!

2005-09-12T16:27:00.000-07:00

I've just returned from a weekend in Co.Donegal, Carndonagh,(a.k.a middle of bloody no where!) along with my ma, her friend Newry and Newry's two friends. Well, if only i'd known really what i'd let myself into!
At around 4.30pm on Friday, Newry and her friend Biccies arrived at out house. Ofcourse things once again don't go to plan, as they "wouldn't mind a wee cup of tea and a fag." I should have know then, this was going to be an experience, and oh my it was!
We were going to Carndonagh to a music festival, one in which we hadn't a clue who was playing in, just that Newry saif it was to be good. So, after been directed in the completely wrong direction, and listening about "taking care of mammy and daddy, you know.." my ma and I had sort of got the jist of what the few days in Donegal would consist of.
As we drove up the large driveway, the B&B looked more like a hotel, beautiful garden and steps up to the door way. Newry's other friend Howard no.2 had already arrived. With luggage unpacked, we stepped into what seemed like a time warp. The place was like walking into 1970, and the damp smell proved that it really hadn't been changed since then. As my mum and I waked up the grand'ish stairs we thought "oh isn't this nice" (seriously trying to reassure ourselves it was) but as we walked further up the stairs and along the corridor, it started to seem very eeiry indeed. "The Shining" is the only way i can truely help you to imagine the way the house was. One room in particular even had the same bath from the movie, you know in the scene where the woman is in the bath and Jack Nicholson walks in...anways. Where was I? Oh yes, the rooms. After begging my mum to pick the cosiest room of our two dindgy choices, we settled in. Closing the door behind us, we just looked at each other and burst into a fit of giggles, how the hell had we ended up there!? Newry had gradually over the journey let us know that the place was basic, but i mean now a days basic means nice comfortable rooms, t.v and a kettle. NOT a double bed and a single squashed into a single room, a very dated bathroom and one tiny closet for two city girls clothes! no no no!
Time was not wasted in that room i can tell you, we quickly changed and went out for dinner, not after ofcourse I completely ripped the piss out of the place, constantly gruntin "Redrum...Redrum!!" haha! The dinner was lovely and after an hour or so in the bar, we headed back to the B&B.
Still in a fit of giggles, my mum and I decided to go to sleep, but as my mum is quite claustrophobic , she opened the curtain a little so to let light in. If only she had let the room stay dark...

It was ruffly around 4.00am, and I woke up cold from having no covers on me (I tend to toss and turn) when all of a sudden, i felt the sheets come up around my neck and then moving around me as if to tuck me in. Thinking it was my mum acting extremely weird, I turned over to see an older woman tucking me in. Looking straight at her you'd think i'd have a heart attack, but i had a great sense of comfort from the woman, and as i turned over, she stroked my face. It seemed so normal at the time, but writing this now, im shaking. I know it wasn't my mum because i saw her sleeping across the room. You probably think im crazy, sayin that a woman ghost tucked me into bed, but it's true. Maybe i would have started to consider this was all a dream or my imagination but at breakfast while sharing my story with the other woman, Biccies piped up, and said that she wasn't going to mention it but a man had come into her room as well that nite!
Things only got worse as that evening the sisters that run the B&B invited us to come into their sitting room and sit by the fire. Passing the piano in the room i noticed some photos, and there she was. In photo, the woman, slightly younger that had tucked me in the night before!
Think i'm crazy, pescribe me pills, i know what i saw that night, and couldnt bloody stop thinking about it the next night. Finally getting to sleep i wasn't disturbed thank God.
Leaving that next morning was well awaited after a very exciting, shocking and hilarious weekend.

Maybe i will return one day, who knows!

Tardy Teenagers

2005-09-04T13:50:00.000-07:00

Tardiness, I hate it. Unlike most teens, I like to be on time. Don't get me wrong i'm not a time freek, i just hate being late.

Many of my friends seem to think that keeping me waiting is perfectly fine, and as i write this i'm currently waiting for my friend Quigs to get a bloody move on and come into town with me!

Another thing, how long does it take for people to get ready?? I mean, i get hassel from my ma and da for taking too long putting make up on, but it's NOTHING compared to the lengh of time it takes for several of my friends to get ready.

For example, the other day, Quigs and I were due for a shopping day, and having phoned her numerous times that morning, she finally got out of bed. 1.30pm was the time decided on. Knowing her only too well, i predicted 2.00pm. But as time went on waiting and waiting, it ended up being 3.30pm until we FINALLY left. I mean come on!

Maybe i'm just overly touchy about this subject, but I mean, if any one out there feels the same as me, please, let me know!

G.C.S.E's, oh how i loathe them...

2005-09-01T15:31:00.000-07:00

Well isn't it this splendid time of year, when nervous teenagers aged 16/17 await their G.C.S.E results. Thing is, they wouldn't be this nervous if they didn't mean so damn much!! Now-a-days G.C.S.Es determine which university a kid goes to.

Years ago, you're A.S and A-levels gave you and the universities the grades to determine your future, now with all these "easier exams" a pupil's G.C.S.Es also go towards your choice of uni.
I opened the local paper the other day, to read an article on "politicians dicussing talks on making the G.C.S.Es harder for the years to come." Being 15, i am yet to do my G.C.S.Es, so this really wasn't a very happy girl after reading that there is a chance my exams will e made harder!

My ma and da always complain they make them too easy now-a-days, what with coursework help and exams being worth only 50% or less towards your grade.

Frankly i think this is a tad unfair, Northern Ireland already have it tuff with the bloomin 11+ and now they're talking about making the G.C.S.E's harder, fair? NO!

As the G.C.S.Es are a 2 year course, i am working towards my exams in May. Panick really has set in as teachers inforce the facts that "this is it girls, everything you do now is for your future!"

God help us all!!