The Adults' Way of Life

Wow. What to talk about after over 3 years. 

Where do I even begin? 

I guess life isn't going quite how I'd planned; but, saying that, I don't think I ever really had a solid plan to begin with. I was so desperate to get into university like almost everyone else I knew, then when I finally did, it just wasn't everything I hoped it would be, I guess. I kept at it, though, for 3 years (repeating one of those years), before I finally gave in to the fact that I just wasn't cut out for it. Even though, education-wise, the whole endeavour was a massive waste of time and money, I can't bring myself to regret it because I met people some great people. Of course, there were the shit ones as well, but that's pretty much unavoidable wherever you go.

"I've got some friends, some that I hardly know,

But we've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world."

Swing Life Away - Rise Against

I think my problem is that I'm too unfocused. I'm well known to be a savant in procrastination - constantly stuck in the fantasy worlds I wrap around myself in the books I read, the anime, tv shows and movies I watch and the games I play. I'm so wrapped up in my own imagination, that it's no wonder I totally flunked university. I specifically remember one time when I basically spent just under a week watching back-to-back Bleach episodes, only sleeping during the day when it was physically impossible for me to not sleep, because once I get into something, it's almost impossible to stop me. I watched upwards of 200 episodes in about a week, while trying to fit in my classes as well, and that was while missing the majority of my lectures, and only really attending tutorials that were compulsory. I stayed up all night, didn't see the point in going to sleep before class for fear of missing it, and deciding I'd sleep when I got back, which I did. So, I'd be sleeping from around 12pm to 6 or 7pm, then I'd be up all night watching anime all over again. My problem is that my escapes from reality - anime and books, primarily - seem to take priority over everything else in my life. Maybe it's my attachment to the characters that are portrayed, or maybe it's just that the worlds depicted in these stories seem so much more grand and memorable than the world we live in. There's excitement there that just gets my heart pumping, instead of dealing with the same people going on about the same shit every day. I suppose I kind of close myself off from the real world sometimes. At 23, I should probably think about at least partially coming back to it. I am trying, to an extent. I've actually almost finished a TEFL course. Which has taken me over a year to do. Queen of procrastination, indeed. 

Anyway, I'm tired now, and speaking of, I have some anime to catch up on. I'm sure I'll be back, at least in another 3 years or so. Maybe I'll be a little more grounded in reality by then.

"Even when our eyes are closed, there's a whole world that lives outside ourselves and our dreams."

Edward Elric - Fullmetal Alchemist

Lies For The Liars

People say that lying is part and parcel of being human. I have to agree with this, but only to a certain extent.

"We lied because we're humans. Humans are the only creatures that can lie... Except for maybe chameleons... Oh! And possums! They play dead." - Fired Up!

However, as much as it is in human nature to lie, the fact of the matter is that some things are just pointless to lie about, especially to your friends. White lies, fair enough, they don't cause any harm.

But it gets to a certain point when you realise you have acquainted more people than you first believed that are simply compulsive fucking liars. They can't seem to help themselves. It becomes increasingly obvious that some people seem to just live and breathe bullshit. I really don't see the point in it. I mean, I am guilty of the occasional white lie, I'll freely admit - but who isn't?! What does it help at all to lie about almost every facet of your life? No one becomes friends with all the pish you spew out, they should be focussed on you as a person. And personally, compulsive liars are not people I particularly want to associate myself with. You want to chuck some stories and lies at people, then go write a fucking book.

I think it gets worse when it comes to light that people have been saying shit about you to people you care about, which ends up being a completely warped and twisted version of the truth, adding little tid-bits that you supposedly said to them which never happened.
These people are known as 'shit-stirrers', children, and to be quite frank, are frowned upon in all societies. No one likes it when people spread shit about them to other people, but the best part, is when that person comes back to you, and acts all innocent, listening to you all sympathetically, and agreeing with everything you say. Then they go back to the other person again, and twist it all around again. Even worse is when this person is a friend. This, people, is utter bullshit.

I'm thinking that in the future I'm not going to tell anyone anything, because, to be frank, I refuse to have my life turn into a fucking soap opera because someone feels like screwing with people's heads.

I swear - I am losing all faith in humanity.

I'm done.

Yule Shoot Your Eye Out

Ahh... 'Tis that time of year again. The time of year where people cover up their greed with a story that proves that abstinence is not quite as effective as we originally thought. I mean, come on. Virgin Mary? Aye fuckin' right. She's a total slag. No offence to you if you're very strictly Christian or anything...

But really? It's a pile of bollocks.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love Christmas. But I'm not one of the ones who lie about why they're celebrating it. Why do I celebrate Christmas?

I celebrate Christmas for the presents and the awesome food. That's why. I'm not going to sprout shite about Jesus and angels and all that rubbish. I'm not denying that Jesus existed. It's known fact that a man called Jesus did exist. But he wasn't born on December 25th...

Ah well, details. Let the Christians believe what they want. Christmas has lost all 'meaning' and is now all about commercialism and greed. Our greed at this time of year makes us vulnerable to the businesses who take advantage of this holiday season. It's quite sad really... I mean, they start selling Christmas decorations in October. You'd think they would at least have the decency to wait until Halloween had had a chance. The pumpkins and crappy fake spiders need their turn in the spotlight too! But unfortunately the shiny, shimmery decorations associated with Christmas out-shine them. Literally. They also sell the Christmas decorations for aboout 3 months before Christmas actually happens, which tempts us to buy a pile of useless crap that we're gonna use once, then let it gather dust for another 12 months in the attic, while we buy more useless junk next year before we get a chance to use last year's decorations again. It's an endless cycle that shows just how much we waste our money.

I think the thing that takes the biscuit in all of this is the fact that everyone knows that this is happening. We all know that Christmas is just about receiving presents from our loved ones. Without fail, otherwise tantrums ensue. Essentially, it's turned into everyone's second birthday (except for those unfortunate people who were born on Christmas Day. Tough shit). So, we all know. But we still enjoy it just as much as the next person. We don't care that this is the way it is. We accept it. Why do we accept it so easily? Simple.


If we didn't, we would be denying ourselves our presents.
And I, for one, like presents.
I'd choose presents over religion any day of the week.
:)

Anyhoo,
Peace out, fuckers :D

I Write Sins - Not Tragedies.

Okay, this is an ongoing argument for me. I actually hate when people write in shorthand. You know, those stupid little 'shortened versions of words' which ultimately take longer for people with a scrap of intelligence to read than it would have if they had written it in English because we simply can't understand a word of it.

You know the type of thing I'm talking about... The sort of stuff that comes out like:

"hy bbz, hwz it gng? did u wach dsprte hswives lst nite? omgzzz it ws amzng" or whatever the hell they say. By the way, for those of you who speak English, and not Dumbass, that translates to,

"Hey, babes! How's it going? Did you watch Desperate Housewives last night? oh my god, it was amazing!"

Now. Simple things like, 'omg' and 'wtf' don't bother me. But it's when people manage to write a phrase, and miss out almost every single vowel in the entire sentence. I don't understand what the big deal is! Fair enough if you're retarded and actually can't spell. And also fair enough if you are severely, and I stress the word 'severely', short on money on your phone and you're writing a very long text that, if written in full, may take up three messages, rather than one. But seriously. People who are just too damn lazy to learn to type and spell at the same time just bug me. It's not even multi-tasking! It's common fucking sense!!

Honestly, there are even people who can't even spell their own name just because it's typed on a computer. Now that's just seriously sad.

People say that it takes longer to write everything in full. But you know, it really doesn't. If you actually get used to spelling almost everything like it's meant to, then it actually ends up taking you longer to write everything shorthand than it does to type it out full. It took me about 3 times longer to write my shitty bum example up there compared to the translation, and, no joke, I'm a seriously fast typer. Call me sad. At least I can spell.

And not only does shorthand text make you look like a dumbass when you type it, but it makes you look like a dumbass to examiners too. I actually wouldn't have thought this possible, but there are actually people who end up writing essays in shorthand. Really, there are. And examiners will just read the first line, walk away, and go watch CBBC instead. Because at least that won't slaughter their brain cells to the point where they're a human vegetable.


The lessons we learned today:

A. If you type like a dumbass, you look like a dumbass.
B. Learn to spell.
C. Typing like an ass is hazardous to your future.

End vent.

Video Killed the Radio Star

But not literally, unfortunately. Instead, we're stuck with the 'radio star', aka. the 'older generation', aka, the parentals. Yes, ladies and gents, we're stuck with the people who know jack shit about technology, even though they'd like to think they're experts.

Have you ever noticed that they spend loads of money on this 'state of the art' technology, but they never know how to use it. Even if they have the instructions. Sense? This makes none. So, what do they do after the evil instructions in twelve different languages have befuddled them into a permanent state of confusion? They turn to the younger generation, aka, their children. Otherwise known as 'us'.

Now... I have no problem whatsoever explaining how things work when they get new things. I understand that the fact that there is actually colour on the t.v must permanently alter their brainwaves so that they just don't understand things when they first come into contact with it... But seriously, they order us to explain how this new thing works - using that well known parental charm known as blackmail - and we do it, as graciously as we can. We explain it nice and slowly, even showing them what buttons to press. But nothing seems to register. Because for the next two or three years (the time it takes for them to decide it is a suitable time to confuse themselves more with the next model) they're still asking us to do everything for them!

"[insert child's name here]!!!!! COME FIX THIS!!"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THIS?!" -"I didn't touch it, Dad. You don't let me use it."-

I've learned that 99% of the time, when something isn't working in the house, one of the "kids" did it.

And most of the time, while you're in the background, fixing all this crap, they are away bragging to their friends about how amazing all this 'modern technology' that they don't know how to work is, in a way that suggests that they have just warped from the jurassic period.

They don't seem to comprehend the fact that when their child begins to reach the late teens/almost twenties stage, they will leave the nest soon. And when that happens, who's going to fix their shit for them?!
Because to be quite honest I will not be driving ridiculous distances to go to see my parents every day to change the bloody channel for them. So they should really learn how to work their own crap that they decide to buy when they get it. Because we won't be around forever.

The Best of Me

Last week. A bloody good week, I can tell you.

For someone who is not a fresher due to failing to make entry into any university she applied for, I had a very good night at Edinburgh Uni's fresher's week last Wednesday. I shall thank Jenny for that particular night, and also thank her for not pulling a 'Jenny' and ditching me to wonder off with some guy. I shall also thank all those others who were there on that night who made it a night to remember.

Now, the highlight of my week, though, was the Friday. My third time seeing The Used live, and as per usual, they were perfect. Absolutely stupendous, if I do say so myself. Granted, they didn't play a few of the songs I wanted them to, but I guess it would be too much to ask them to attend to my every whim. We Are The Ocean were also very good, and fun people to see live. I loved the entire night - up until I ran out of money...

Drunks, Lovers, Sinners, Saints

As some of you may have noticed, I have decided to go on strike. What for? I'm on strike from guys. Guys, love, relationships, whatever. Even though judging by my relationship status that has frozen in 'single', I have theoretically been on this strike for a while, that is not true. I am no longer known as 'single and looking'. I am now 'hermit who has given up'.

Love is overrated. It fucks you over in so many ways, even if the other person has no idea. It just likes to make you happy, then fuck you over, then watch you slowly crumble and dissolve into a pathetic little mound of patheticness.

Yes, ladies and gentleman. That is all love is good for. Love is a sadistic bitch who likes to torture and scar people for life. Love is like the devil incarnate.

And you may have read my complaint about perpetually happy people. This also applies for perpetually lovey dovey happy couples who just cuddle and 'coo' at each other all day long. It makes me want to hurl. Valentines Day, has to be the worst holiday in creation. It's not even a real holiday. It's just an excuse for couples to rub the fact that they have a significant other in the faces of all the lonely single people who get no chocolates or flowers on Valentines Day, except from their best friends who feel bad for you because they are in a relationship and you are not.

I vote for Singles Day. Where we all go around and celebrate being single by getting drunk and leaving bags of flaming shit in the shape of a heart on the doorsteps of couples. It should also be on February 14th. Just for the fun of it.

Now, here's a few quotes and sayings for the sake of the assholes out there:

"Men have only 2 faults... all they say, and all they do."

"Guys act like dicks to make up for what they don't have"

and finally....

"Guys are like toilets... they are either occupied or full of shit."

Done.