The world needs to make it’s mind up

Today I was in a particularly bad mood. And I’m not talking an ‘I’m-feeling-bad-so-I’ll-go-and-brood-in-silence’ mood, I’m talking an ‘I-hate-everything-and-everyone-in-this-world-I-apologise-for-the-fact-my-hormones-are-making-me-cry-with-anger-at-you-but-not-really-cause-I-hate-you’ kind of mood. 

Unfortunately this I-hate-everything-and-everyone-in-this-world-I-apologise-for-the-fact-my-hormones-are-making-me-cry-with-anger-at-you-but-not-really-cause-I-hate-you mood coincided with shopping for my sisters birthday present with my mum, someone who tends to bear the brunt of my PMS (it’s not my fault she becomes intensely and unbearably irritating in this particular week). 

Anyway, whilst carefully examining two CD’s to work out which one my sister would prefer, my mum sighed with exasperation and muttered ‘make your bloody mind up’ in the kind of way that is both under her breath and loud enough for me to hear and hopefully take the hint at the same time. This comment not only irritated me because I was lovingly and thoughtfully trying to work out how I would make my sisters birthday present special, but because, well, how the hell am I supposed to make my mind up when the world quite simply can’t. 

I mean, just look at the messages we are given on a daily basis;

It’s Ok to be fat… but you mustn’t be (the fact we are constantly being told to be comfortable in our own skin and not conform to societies view of the perfect body would be fine, if we weren’t also being told that we’re all overweight and must eat the right food and do the right amount to exercise in order to stay a ‘healthy’ weight.)

Education isn’t as important as your happiness… but make sure you get good grades or you’ll ruin your life (Can’t you be happy and get good grades? Well, I am quickly realising that that is not an option (unless of course you have the ability to pass exams without many nights sat in front of a work book frantically cramming names and dates of a subject you quite frankly couldn’t care less about))

You aren’t a piece of meat… but if I can see your school skirt below your blazer you’re a bit weird (In my school you are seen as an outsider if you wear your skirt at a reasonable length. This doesn’t effect me personally (I actually quite like my legs!) but it’s still giving us a bad impression of what looks ‘nice’)

You must be your self… but not too much (Being yourself is a good thing, until you actually do it, then you’re destined to a life as an outsider)

You mustn’t label yourself… but we’re gonna do it anyway (You must never label yourself, after all, everyone’s individual… right? WRONG. Apparently people fit into five main groups (mainly based on you’re instagram feed and ability to take selfies))

Ok, this outburst came from a totally unimportant and everyday situation, but you try going shopping when you’re in an I-hate-everything-and-everyone-in-this-world-I-apologise-for-the-fact-my-hormones-are-making-me-cry-with-anger-at-you-but-not-really-cause-I-hate-you mood.



Technology wizz

The reason i haven’t posted in a while is my phone broke. I know that doesn’t sound like a reason but let me explain. My phone is the only bit of technology I own and therefore what I blog from. I don’t have a computer and my mums one wad broken, my sister won’t let me within a two mile radius of her precious iphone and my dad has a Nokia brick.
This meant my life was essentially over for those 5 days. My friends also decided to plan everything for the next 3 weeks of the holidays during that time so I’ll be spending them so alone.
Anyway, I have a new phone now and life is back on track. I’ve also decided my birthday present will definitely be a laptop, you know, for emergency’s like this.

Sofa beds

So my visiting family have finally decided to leave after spending about 10 minutes kissing everyone 5 times. I have also had three horrific nights of sharing the tiny sofa bed with my 6ft 17 year old sister. I still don’t understand why we where forced to give up our beds since we actually live in this house? Anyway, this ‘double’ sofa bed is pretty much a single bed with 2 inches tacked on the side. It also has a tendency to ping back in the night, almost folding me and my sister into the sofa. And as if this wasn’t enough to give me sleepless nights, its in the same room as the TV. This means my sister, who never sleeps, sits up till 4 watching shopping channels… Why?

Visiting family

So today five family members turned up for an ‘unexpected stay’ in my four bed house… with four people already living in it. Despite being two of the four people who actually live in this house, me and my sister have both been kicked out of our rooms and forced to sleep on the single sofa bed.

Also, does anyone else feel like they can’t speak or walk or do anything they usually do when they have family over? Especially since i see my family about once every two years and barely recognize them when I do. I also have no idea when they’re leaving. Woop-de-do.

Gay best friends

So today I spent the afternoon at my gay best friend, Benny’s house doing a ‘history project’ (eating ben and jerry’s while watching rom-coms and crying over our loneliness) The only problem is, he hasn’t come out to his mum yet, and I pretty much live at his house. To be honest, she probably thinks we’re having sex in the back room… Any way, after an exhausting day of eating, watching TV and refreshing twitter, I settled down with my sister to watch despicable me. I’ve had a productive day.