Friday, February 11, 2011

A Vent

 I'm pretty sure I posted something along these lines on my personal blog, but anyway.

Life is tragic.

I've no free time, I'm under pressure to get 90%s in my exams {though I'm the only one who said I should get that...}, I've had three weeks in a row of sheer exhaustion and I want to collapse.

That aside, my class are not my friends anymore. I know, I just sound like a preschooler, but I'm serious. They tease eachother about boys, dare each other to wear heels in front of them, dare each other to wear make-up etc. They swear. And I only like a quarter of my class, and last year I liked all but one. Ugh.

I hate when things change. I hate loosing something you've loved, whether it be a person or an object. I mean, I feel as if my pride and joy, American Girl dolls aren't going to resume to be loved, I do hope it's just because I've had no time to do anything but homework. I hate the day your face falls when you realize what puberty is. I hate when your DVD player breaks. I hate when arrangements are canceled. I hate when everyone around you is unwell. I hate when your best friend moves to a boarding school and makes new friends. I hate when you don't know anybody in the room. I hate when someone you considered a friend that you hadn't seen for ages ignores you. I hate when you're given out to by someone. I hate when you just randomly feel like crying. I hate when your tummy is sore and it's the middle of school. I hate when you're bursting for the loo but don't like to ask the teacher can you go.

Though I'm not full of hatered. The mid-term is coming up, just one more week. But there are loads of tests that week. And I need to revise for them this. weekend. I need to make stuff for school as well. Uck. I just said I wasn't full of hatred didn't I. Whoops.

I do like life. And I'd much rather be living it than not. But thing is, I used to be really popular... and I suppose I'm just not. I'm rather tired, so if this post was rubbish, I'm sorry.


Wednesday, February 9, 2011


Hey, I'm Ellie. I haven't posted on here in ages, but I want to rant. :C Woot.

Okay, so what's really, really annoying me is the fact that people are so judgemental and hypocritical.

(If you're wondering what either of these words mean, is that judgemental is like prejudice: you judge someone before you know them. Hypocritical is where you say something like: 'Don't go and dance on the roof stark naked!' and then you go do it yourself. Basically, I fail at explanations. :P)

Anyways, back to the point, I'm sick of people being so judgemental and hypocritical. I mean, I'm a thirteen year old girl who works hard at school, goes to all her lessons, does all her homework, reads in her spare time... according to some, I'm "perfect". Meanwhile, in the real world, I just want to do well in school but still have fun, like every person. I don't want to be like my step-brother who's left stacking shelves in a supermarket because he slacked off in all of his exams. And the thing is, we start exams in England about now. I've chosen what I want to do for the rest of my life and I can't change that, and if I realise my choices were a mistake... well, I've got to live with that, surely? I can't just take the easy route out and do nothing for the rest of my life.

Kids at my school are always saying: "Aw, you're such a nerd/geek/boffin!" Well, I don't walk up to them and tell them they're stupid, do I? And the minute I start to joke and call them a gangster or something, they get all in a huffy and walk away. I mean, that's so... eh, hypocritical, for want of a better word.
(Feel free to tell me I'm removing the whole point here, but they're the ones that wear more plastic-gold to school than the plastic factory itself owns. They're the ones that swear at the teachers even though they can't spell 'cupboard' even though they've been in education ever since they were four.)

They tell me I'm something and they mean it, but the moment I start to joke they develop a sudden urge to get all angry with me? It just makes me so angry; just because I want to have a good education, and they don't want to have one, doesn't mean that they can just tell me how to live my life and that I need to loosen up a bit. This is our education. We'll never be taught any of this again for free, and to be able to function in a real world situation, you need to work and realise that you can't just sit on your butt all the time and expect your parents or your teachers or the government to sort it out for you.

And also, because of the fact I read and do my homework and probably because I have braces and because I'm a bit taller and wider than a lot of the girls at school, I get the mickey taken out of me by people I've never even spoken to before. I'll be walking through the corridors, minding my own business, when suddenly someone'll walk past me and go 'Haha, look at you, fatty!'

No wonder I barely have any friends; people won't accept people for who they are on the inside any more, will they?

[/end super uber long rant]

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Braces Suck

So, I got braces. And frankly right now I don't care about the perfectly straight teeth I'll have in eighteen months, or anything like that.
What I care about is the fact that I can't eat anything without feeling paranoid. All my favourite foods get twisted around the wires of my brace and leave me looking like a starved carnivore scratching and scrabbling for anything to eat.
Just try eating pasta with pesto, pine nuts and mushrooms, my go-to lunch. It leaves me with mouldy teeth. Just try eating homemade cakes, a delicious treat. It leaves with me with crumbs everywhere. Just try eating pizza. I'm turning into a grandmother, cutting it up with knife and fork.
And I'm oh-so very bitter about it all.