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.

Men Are All The Same...

...Straight men, anyway. I mean, why is it that they find it so bloody impossible to talk to people about things?! Where the hell did this idea pop into existence that it's only women and gay men that talk about their feelings?! I mean, come on. If something's wrong, no one can help you if you don't tell anyone. Duh. And you clearly can't help yourself, or else it wouldn't be bothering you so much. Seriously.

My mate, who shall remain unnamed, has a boyfriend. She was out with him the other night, and phoned me crying - twice - within 20 minutes from the bathroom of the bar they were in, because she was confused and annoyed. She asked him if they could go out, he agreed. He goes out, they meet up with another friend. All seems okay. WRONG. As soon as the other friend arrives, it's "let's geek out and talk about WoW because [unnamed] knows fuck all about it and cannot join in the conversation!"

"Why did she not just remind them that they are not talking to her and they're ignoring her?" you may ask. Here's the thing. She did. Reaction: n/a.5 minutes later, I get a call from a bar bathroom from my friend.Another question you may ask would be, "Why doesn't she just ask him what's up?" Again. She has. His answer: Nothing is wrong.


I call bullshit.


The prick has the nerve to sit there and talk to his friend about gaming, which she doesn't do, and ALSO take the utter piss out of her to his mate, insinuating that she is a whore who only agreed to go out with him and not his other friend because he was a better kisser. In front of her.

Now. Maybe this could be sorted, if this boy actually had some balls and told her exactly what the problem was. But no. Nope, talking about feelings isn't manly enough for guys. They don't like talking about feelings, because they want to feel butch and tough. Not talk about "all that touchy feely crap". Even though, that "touchy feely crap" may actually save the relationship.
Here's the thing. Guys, you may think you're being 'tough' by not talking about your feelings or problems, but in reality?



You're all a bunch of pussies.
Done.

P.S. I'm so glad I got permission to re-post that. The short crappy one that insinuated I was angry without letting me write anything was making my blog look silly..

Oh, Happy Neighbour.

Being someone who complains a lot, means there's a lot of people that you hate. But there are some people - i have a list - who just get to me in a way that makes me really angry. Or angrier... depending on the situation...
And a large group of that list is those people who are consistently happy all the time. You may say, "what's so bad about being happy?" [insert confused expression here], but if you think about it, there's those people who are always happy. We all have bad days. WRONG. Not all of us do. Those people don't. And the real problem is that they don't seem to understand when people are angry and/or upset, there doesn't always need to be a specific reason. Normal people sometimes just get angry... just because. But the consistently happy people - let's call them 'clowns', simply because they're the people who are excessively happy but absolutely terrifying to look at because of their permanent grins - are the people who always ask you what's wrong. And if you say, "uhh.. nothing's wrong. I'm just in a bad mood", they're always convinced that there HAS to be something wrong. No. No, no, no, no, NO! And they're so set on this idea that there has to be a reason, that they don't drop it. And if you're angry at nothing already, and they bug you about it, it makes you more angry, and then BAM! You now have a reason to be angry. Happy people, my friends, are the reason. BLAME THE HAPPY PEOPLE. Done.

General Grumbles

"ooo yay! this person and that person got into CAMBRIDGE! WOOOOT!" Fuck that shit. Cambridge is for the people who were 'cool' enough to have practically no lives in high school - you know the one's i mean. The people who sat at home on a Friday night, while everyone was out having fun, and did their homework. Let me tell you something... It is those people who will have practically no lives in university. At least, I hope so... Okay, the real reason for this complaint? Though I did not apply to Cambridge at all, therefore they were unable to reject me from their 'highly commended' establishment, I also did not manage to scrape the grades to get into the universities or courses that I did apply for.
Everyone says to me, "apply for something through Clearing!"
What, exactly, do they think I have been doing for the past 5 days?! I have been searching and searching for something for me to do, and have come up with nothing. The courses in Clearing are not courses that people, like me, who have not got that good grades, can apply for. They are courses that no one else wanted to do. Reject courses. This could be good. However, I have seen a reccurring pattern in these courses. They all have just as high entry requirements as the courses I just got rejected from. Funny that. It's almost like they don't want me in their universities. They're just taking the utter piss. And it is not funny. I'm being practically tortured by my parentals as they make me desperately look at courses that I either don't like, or can't get into anyway. Or both. Oh, and not to mention the fact that I am currently living in one of the world's most monotonous places. That's right, kids! The Isle of Skye. Population: approx. 9,300. Percentage of population over 50 years of age: 90%. Percentage of teenagers: approx. 5%. Percentage of Skye inhabited by sheep: 96%
Do not take these figures as fact (except the actual population), but believe me, if you come here, you will believe these figures to be reality.

I think I'm quite done complaining for today. I'll come back when I have something else to talk about. :) Ciao for now.