Down side to Christmas

So you’ve opened all your presents. Your day has gone great until you get to the goddamn meal. The glorius Christmas dinner. family all gathered around the table to fill themselves with dead bird.

It’s always giant in my house, well not giant but too big for my liking. No one ever wants to eat it all – heck hardly any of us wants it in the first place.

This year we went out for dinner seeing as parents are tired of cooking themselves. It was a 5 course meal. I don’t eat very much seeing as I am hardly every hungry so the thought of these 5 courses heading my way is somewhat terrifying.

So I manage to survive the meal but then my whole day is ruined by the stomach ache I get after. Ugh.

I don’t see the point. Everyone gets all worked up about having a nice meal. We have to have something big or made up of more courses than I have fingers. It can’t be a relaxed meal where you just chill. It has to be big and special.

I just don’t do big formal meals. I just don’t. I can’t stand them. I can barely stand eating as it is never mind adding the pressure of formality to it. I don’t like eating food at the moment as it always seems to make me feel bad after. It really is too bad my family don’t believe in ingestion tablets.

Should’t it really be Easter where we have ahuge meal? Y’know what with the Last Supper and all….makes more sense really.

Let’s just pray I survive D’:

Merry Christmas!

So today is the merry day of X-mas. I gots lots of presents. I could write some in depth history of christmas but really who would read that. So I shall say this only:

Have a good one! Don’t get too drunk and don’t kill anyone! 

Richard Hammond meets Evel Knievel.

So after my dose of Top Gear and double checking that Richard Hammond is alive (it’s been a terrible thought since I started reading his book…I keep thinking he is dead…how can a dead person write a book?) another programme, with Richard Hammond in, was on. And despite my brain saying “I Need Sleeeeppp.” I stayed up to watch it.

So as far as I am aware, from reading Hammonds book and watching the program, Evel Knievel, a idiotic dare devil of the 70’s who thought attempting to kill himself was fun, was Hammonds childhood hero. Hammond was somewhat of a adrenaline addict and so this dare devil was someone for Hammond to look up to.

So Hammond goes alll the way to Montana to meet this guy who is now on oxygen and very ill, most likely because of his crazy lifestyle. And all that came to mind after seeing that program was something that a friend said to me several months ago:
“Your heroes will always let you down.”

In my eyes that’s all Evel Knievel (Jeez what a name) did to Hammond. It’s hard to explain how the man acted. There were times when the guy completely shrugged off the fact that this person who had travelled from England to see him was a person. It was always what Evel wanted to do. He asked the question and he answered them all anyone else did was sit there and when he had enough he told everyone he felt ill and went home. As soon as Hammond asked something that was hard for him to answer all of a sudden Evel felt ill and he had to go.
There was one point when Hammond asked his sister if she was angry at Evel for what he did and the risks he put himself through. To be fair, the man was being very selfish. All he did was for himself he never thought of how his family felt about it – or so it seemed – but as soon as Hammond asked this all of a sudden Evel started saying he felt ill and he wanted to go.

Excuses much?

I can’t write down all the things that happened in the program that annoyed me. There are too many. But to be frank, if I was Hammond or if I was in his place and my hero treated me like that I’d totally screw. Evel was rude, selfish, disregarded anyone else’s feelings but his own. I’m pretty sure our dear Hamster was crushed to be treated in such a way and if he wasn’t then goddammit he must have a heart of steel or something.

I think what made it worse was Evel spoke as if he was the only person to ever have been in a accident or hurt them self while doing a stunt. And yet Hammond was sitting/standing next to him having been through some terrible things himself and I am assuming some questions came from personal experience and yet this stupid dare devil, even if he was totally unaware of Hammond’s crash, acted as if it was just about him.

Evel didn’t act like a man who had kids looking up to him back in the 70’s. He didn’t act like a man who had any connection with his fans or supporters in the past. He acted as if everything was about him – Hammond didn’t matter as long as Evel got to boast.

I was very annoyed indeed. If I ever met David Tennant or Richard Hammond himself, I hope they don’t treat me that way or someone is asking for a smack in the face.

Wedding Receptions!

So one of my friends are getting married Friday (28th December). I made a post about it before, then deleted it. Well I am re-making the post again because I just recieved some great news!

I gots invited to the reception (:
Now for me that is magical news. Because my friend also happens to be my history teacher and you know what it’s like in this world – you go to a  teachers wedding and all of a sudden the teacher is a pedo and the kid is some freakish whore.  So yeh I wasn’t allowed to go until all of a sudden – out of the blue I got a text saying me and ma pal can go to the reception.

My current thought is: “I FEEL ILL BUT OMG I CAN GO TO THE RECEPTION YAYYYY!“

So I can now say Good luck and all the soppy stuff to ma friends face and then cry.

And here is a picture of the happy couple:

If I am not married by the time I am 30 – I am becoming a nun!

I’m paranoid I will never get married. I’ts not a emo rant it’s more of a fear. I am terrified of never getting married and of being alone my whole life. I’d love to really but I seem to be one of those irritating people who are adamant that love && happiness will conveniently pass them by while everyone else is surrounded by eternal marriageable bliss.

I’m not exactly ugly, in fact I am quite pleased with how I look (bar my bloody height), I just find myself extremely annoying. I mean if I met myself and had to spend time with myself I’d slap myself and tell myself that I am the single most annoying creature to have ever walked the planet and that I should go walk into a desterted mine shaft, plant TNT and blow myself to kingdom come.

I don’t hate myself. I’m not emo. I just don’t find myself a very compatible person.

And as a friends wedding looms closer and closer it makes me wonder more and more if I’ll actually find someone. I know a lot of people have little time for my hyperactive temperament – I often act a lot younger than I am and it just….I dunno. I can just imagine all my friends all happy and in love (Oh wait….they all are) and me just sitting there thinking “Dude, when is it my turn? OoOoOoO Lookies cards!”

So if I am alone when I am 30 I will become a nun. That way I have a very good excuse for still being a virgin and for not being married.

Hating Christmas is the new black!

Ok I do dislike Christmas. Once upon a time it had a realllyyy magical feel to it and nowadays it’s just…there. Just another day that I get up on only on this particular day I have lots of presents – kinda like a Birthday only there is a random tree in the house.

Anywho, I spent a lot of my time on a website called Gaia Online. I have no life and what a better way to waste it than by posting on forums. Woop. But it seems the new fad on Gaia is “I hate Christmas.” Everyone is making topics saying:

“I hate Christmas because it’s pointless.”
“Jesus was never born on that day anyway.”
“Lawl. Capitalism is badddd.” << I am guilty of that one.
“It’s all a scam.”

It’s as if by posting these topics people think they have become more free thinking. I remember a time when everyone seemed to love Christmas and now it’s “OMG I have to spend monies on people – it is baddd. Now I am open minded and intelligent!”
To me it’s like the equivalent of everyone thinking that because they hate rap music they are clever. To say “Rap is not music.” Everyone seems to think that by saying it they are individual – one in a million – when a in fact they aren’t. Everyone else who is trying to be cool is saying it to.

I am guilty of most of the above actually…although I have heard a few rap songs I love. Mostly all of them done by Fort Minor. Yum Fort Minor <3

Anyway, back to my point. It seems to be the new fad to say that you hate Christmas. That it’s pointless and that Jesus wasn’t born on Christmas. Yes, thankyou we allll know that already!

I tend to hate Christmas because it’s left me skint. I could have gone out for a drink with mates last night but noooooo. I had to buy christmas presents didn’t I? Yes. And as a result I couldn’t go D:<

Stupid Christmas.
Bah Humbug. Now where are my three ghosts?

Look this person is disable…lemme pay here!!

So I spent all 4 hours I have to work on the disabled till today. It’s the worst till in existence – the supervisors are right behind you and you have no room to breathe or move at all. BUT someone has to be on it all the time in case someone who is disabled needs to pay for their stuff. I have no problem with that.

What I do have a problem with is when people come over and use a disabled person as a excuse to skip lines. Several times today I’ve seen people some to my till with their disabled family member and they obviously haven’t bought anything for that person, just something for themself, and they are using their family member as an excuse to not wait like everyone else – heck half the time they don’t even talk to the member of the family who is the the wheelchair.

I have no problem with disabled people using that till because it’s kinda hard for them to weave their way around – my till was made for them to use but not made so other selfish people can take advantage of them and jump the line.

It just really pisses me off.

On The Edge…

A long time ago when I was 14 and I spoke to people I wouldn’t give the time of day to now, me and my friends went through a stage of relating ourselves to animals. Everyone picked their favorite animal and it became their nickname – ‘The Cat’, ‘The Sheep’, ‘Froggie-chan’. It was a delightful stage full of innocence and nice-ness.

I don’t know what my favorite animal is. I suppose it would be an owl or a wolf or…I dunno, a penguin that could tap dance. Despite this, I never became known as a animal I liked or I chose even…I was associated with a animal that had been given to me as a nickname by a kid in my English class.

I’ve always been small. I’ve always been much smaller than other kids my age. And it does mean I am the butt of many jokes. And so, as a result, when I was 14 my friends all associated me with one animal that I can’t say is my favorite at all: hamster. I was the hamster – when a old friend drew comics I was the one with hamster ears while everyone else had cool cat ears mine were weird round things protruding out of my head.

I can’t say I despised this associated I just disliked it. I didn’t choose it like everyone else. But it wasn’t until I started watching Top Gear on the BBC that I realised how amazingly cool my nickname was.

It was, you could say, that nickname that started off my love for that program. But more so that started off my fan-dom of Richard Hammond. I had always favoured him over Jeremy Clarkson or James May because he was the short one, because everyone else teased him for his height. I was like “WOW!” I was even more delighted to realise what his nickname was. Pretty much the same name I had picked up in English.

So any idiot should realise that my deep support for Richard Hammond was now deeply rooted into my mind. He was my hero because he was small and had the same nickname that I once had. Whatever the challenge was I’d root for the little guy despite the fact I knew Jeremy Clarkson would never ever lose. I was and still am an avid fan and, along with David Tennant, I do anything to be able to meet Richard Hammond.

And so when my mom woke me up one morning in September 2006 and told me that Richard Hammond had been in a crash, was in a coma and was in hospital with damage to his brain I was somewhat horrified. I mean that’s a wake up call I’ll never forget.

And it didn’t really sink in until my drama group was forced to watch a stupid presentation of taking ‘Safe Risks’. Two people disabled by accidents for one reason or another came in to warn the Yr 9’s why they should be careful. My drama teacher made us watch it because he thought it was drama related. It wasn’t. And sadly there was a lot about crashes.

I don’t know why I got so upset then in that hall. But seeing these videos about people being paralyzed and all that jazz got me so upset about Richard Hammond I was amazingly annoyed that I was forced to sit through this. I didn’t cry when my mom told me but I felt like crying then. It’s amazing how it takes such a long time for things like that to sink in. I left the hall disheartened and so upset I was close to tears. My best friend was amazingly understanding of how I felt. She probably thought me a idiot – getting so worked up about someone I never knew and would never meet but he was the hamster!

I was overjoyed when I heard he was going to be in the next series of Top Gear. I was even more overjoyed that he seemed alright bar a new love for celery. I was happy, if not slightly worried, to see him riding to the North Pole with a team of huskies.

And then I got the book. It’s a Christmas present. I asked for it. I wanted to read it. And after reading the small first chapter I was almost crying. Being a woman is fun when it comes to being over emotional but it kinda touched a emotional part in me.

So me being me I skipped a lot of the book, flicking from middle to the front to the back and then to the middle again…I read small random extracts that his wife wrote, that he wrote about life after the accident and I found myself slamming the book shut with my eyes swelling up.

It gets me so choked just thinking. It’s amazing he still alive but somehow reading about it gets me all wound up again. I don’t know how him or his wife bared to write it because I can’t bear to read it.

I’m probably not one person in a million thinking like this, feeling that way but still. I dunno. This is a blog – I had to rant. Lol. It’s just….so amazing he is alive right now. And virtually well bar the celery and some other things.

But if that happened to me or someone I loved I think I’d break down…the fear or me not being me or the one I love not being the one I love.

So this leads me to the David Tennant thing that was on a few months ago: Recovery. About this guy who got hit by a truck and suffered brain damage and turned into someone else. I mean…what if Richard Hammond came back but hated cars and loved…I dunno – house cleaning and created one of those programs that told you how to keep your house clean without harming the environment!

Let’s thank the stars (:

And so I end this blog with: I am so glad I’m not a adrenaline junkie.

Winterfest :)

Several years ago I remember a time when Christmas was going to be changed into ‘Winterfest’ because England has several ethinic minorites that aren’t celebrating christmas because they aren’t christian. It kinda comes back to me every now and then and I am like why? I don’t see them changing ‘Eid’ to ‘Happy-Fasting’Time’ because a lot of us don’t follow Islam. I don’t intend to insult anyone but really – why should we have to change our religious festivals because other religions live in our country?

It makes me realize how much of a hollow thing Christmas is. It’s not the celebration of the birth of Christ anymore (not that Jesus was born in Decemeber anyways – It used to be apagan festival and the Roman Catholics shoved Christmas there in order to make convesion for pagans easier) all it has become is a commercial-buying-fest where it’s every man for himself.

I’m no Christian, I don’t follow any church really but there are people out there who respect Christmas for what it is – the birth of their saviour and how would they feel to have a religous festival changed to ‘Winterfest’ because some Islam’s/Sikh’s/Chinese/Polish immigrants didn’t like it? Pissed off. Coz I certainly would be. If they want to change our relious holidays then I demand to see a change in theirs!

Christmas is all about greed. It’s not what you can give to others to show you’re love for them – it’s what they can get you. It’s just take take take.

That is why I am so against Christmas and I’ve seen a lot of other people on the internet feel the same. It’s so hollow. So…pointless.

Stay awayz – You have germz

So I’ve come down with a cold. My throat is exploding and my nose is running away from me.

This is why other human beings are, to an extent, evil. How dare they pass on their mind-boggling germs to me! Making me house ridden and death-faced for a day! I mean, pretty rude isn’t it!?

But the good side is I get the day off school (: