I can't pick out just one. In fact I wish that I could go back in the past and just say to myself,
"Are you sure you want to go down that path?"
I do believe I went down a bad path and ended up in front of a dead end. Instead of picking myself up, turning around and starting again. I took a seat and just stared at the dead end. It's hard to explain.
Anyway a good moment of this year was the naked guys in the canal. I mean there were naked guys in an actual canal. I have to say it again just to remember it was real.
I need to stop being so impulsive and listen to the voice in my head that says, "no, idiot, no"
Woe betide the fresher person...who accidently touches me
Well it's that time again. What time!!!! I hear you exclaim, well if you're a third year you'll probably just scoff. Fresher time.
I'm actually scared to leave the library, they are swarming all over the place. You can feel the flu symptoms in the air. (Well I'm already sick anyway so I can talk.) There seems to be some kind of fresher hatred. I didn't sense it when I was a first year, though I was probably oblivious to all that.
I feel I should warn them though. Uni isn't all that it seems. I mean it is an awesome place, if you want to drink everyone night. Studying, well that's a different story. I mean, if it isn't the drunks outside your room. It's your housemate blasting music through the thin walls. That's if accomadation works out. Plus did I mention the cliqueness of the societies.
Oh well good luck to them.
I miss my innocence.
Four 20-something contestants are told to enter their Dads in a competition, while they will be sent on a blind date. They are not told what competiton their Dad is going into.
They are informed that they will in fact be dating a blood relative of another contestant. A brother or cousin...etc
The contestants are all Daddy's girls and also in seach of a man who is willing to take care of them.
Stage One
They will meet the other contestants. They live in a Mansion together- cue bitchy arguments and backstabbing. Just to get that reality show feel. How they treat each other is counted as a stage.
Stage Two
They must date another contestant's Dad in the dark. They are not told this. They must see if they can make a connection without relying on physical appearances. At the end the Dad and contestant give each other a secret rating.
Stage Three
They are told, finally that their blind date is older then they were told. 40+. They are also told that their blind date is a millionare. They are given the chance to leave if they want.
Stage Four
The contestant is given the chance to chose an activity they can both participate in. They are still in the dark for this. (Example-pillow fighting, talking more, sex.) They are still being filmed of course.
Stage Five
The final stage. They are revealed to each other.
First the contestant sees what he looks like. She is then told which contestant's Dad she has in fact been dating.
While she is realising this we cut to the Dad.
He sees what she looks like.
and
how she treated his daughter.
They both see each other's rating.
They can then make the desicion as to whether they would like to continue dating.
Fine you want a serious answer.
I had two. Mr Glasgow in year six and Mr Amos yr 7-11. He was a form tutor and so strict and funny at the same time. He made sure people rarely misbehaved but managed to make everyone liked him.
*The funny part was when you hurt yourself
-You and me, outside right now
-We are outside.
-Fine you and me on the floor, right now.
-I can't believe you bit his pencil.
-It was self defence
*Getting on my filthy nerves.
*Talking of chicken, here comes picken
*With your pants divorced from your shoes
*My legs are like a bank on Sunday-closed
*Go easy on me, I'm younger then you
-A reggae slug.
-Is that a slug with a reggae hat on?
*It doesn't make sense in the law of the land
*This is as realistic as a cow eating chicken
-He's lost his marbles.
-How can he lose what he never had?
*Your Dad's your girlfriend
*To much gaffer
*Old fashioned tatty mess
*It's always us who have to bend over backwards, when will someone bend over for us?
-Why don't you build a bridge and get over it?
*I'd rather put myself into boiling oil and serve myself up with chips then visit her.
*I don't understand why she won't let me cut her hair, I watched Celebrity Scissorhands and everything.
-I could have died
-Yeah but you didn't.
-What is he doing here?
-Apparently he lives here
*Unless this sentence ends with you taking out your purse then I don't want to hear it.
* At some point in this conversation you must have got the impression that I cared. Let's just clear that up right now, I actually don't.
Responses to, what are you looking at?
Not much
I don't know the label fell off
Not you, that's for sure
I don't know but it's looking back
Wow you're funny, OK not that funny. Some people think they're all that.
I'm not playing again, this game isn't polite
I know I'm a slut but you didn't need to say it out loud.
I was born a slut and I'll die a slut
If it's not your fault, how come I blame you?
Screw everyone your always stepping on my dreams
This is such a tough one to answer. Mostly because I don't believe that anyone is truly free. Whether it is physical, (the inability to walk) or mentally (learning difficulties and mental health issues.) Also addictions which bind many people.
There are so many ways we give up our freedom in the hope someone more powerful can do a better job. So I think right now the fact I am able to believe what I want without corruption. To think how I want without interruption is the biggest power I have right now. Until a day comes where we have to give up this right I will hold onto it.
This has also made me think about the celebrities we have now. Back in the day they were respected and revered. Back when people didn't know how cameras work and fame was further away. We envied them because they would always make a difference and will stand in time forever. Now we mock them. We scour magazines in the hope of seeing sweat patches. Giggle at weight gain and now pregnant celebs are expected to drop the weight as soon as the baby is in the world. I have visions of the baby being handed over to the nurse, while the celeb hops onto a treadmill. Yet why do we take such pleasures in their failings? Their only crime is being human. So why are ridiculously high standards set for those who can sing, dance and act. One of my first thoughts when I heard of MJ's death was 'they've killed him.' I'm not even sure who but the tabloids have probably played a part in this. Do they learn? No they jump on to the next big story. Kerry Katona's weight gain. I mean it's so important, that's never happened before!!! I think another reason is that we all have the chance to be famous. Even if it's just for a moment. With Youtube we can sing to our hearts content. (Ok maybe not well.) You'll be remembered for it though. Facebook gives you the chance to be remembered even if it's just for a few seconds till the next status. We have unlocked the mysteries to fame. So now I guess we're asking, 'why are you so special? We can do the same as you. Give us something different.' I don't want to hear the many jokes about MJ. He was a legend and that is an end to it.
STOP
Who cares if it were silver or gold?
It is still a cage and I am still trapped within it.'
I have been thrown into a pool of sharks and other deadly fish. Well that's how it feels coming home. I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to my room. It's a strange ritual but I like to tell my room 'thank you for putting up with me.' I couldn't get the words past the ridiculous coughing and spluttering I've been doing. It's embarrasing as well. Everyone looks at you as though you've got some diesese (which I probably have.) The main problem is that we are all at the mercy of a fifteen year olds hormones. She also has the spirit of my grandmother. (They can both be controlling and make life a living hell if pushed. My grandmother is still with us (unfortunatly)) The main problem is that when I left there must have been a huge power stuggle. My brother and sister are now not speaking. I have (as always in any situation) tried to stay neutral. I guess I'm wondering if being neutral is worthwhile anymore. It's sometimes the easiest option but in the end the two people fighting eventually turn on you. There was a fable about this involving a bat. (I can't remember.) It's also got me thinking about power and why people want it so much. I would hate to be in charge of anyone's life but my own. Why do so many people think they are capable of dictating to others what they must do. Now that university is over I'm beginning to think too much and overanalyse everything, which is not a good thing. I just think a lot of things could be solved if people would just talk to each other. Although something feel so stupid you don't want to bring them up. Grrr. I don't even know what I want anymore. Well I do, but that's another story for a different time.
Swine Flu Information hotline
NHS Direct
GP Surgery (closed-talk to emergency)
Emergency
(Health something)
4 other different numbers. At the end some random doctor kept phoning every ten mintues to ask for information I had already given. Long story short the next day another random doctor said if none of us had a temperature it probably isn's swine flu. I didn't pursue it as by then everyone was recovering and it would have seemed that I was messing around. I still feel that this should have been taken seriously but whatever. Also the information they give out is so conflicting (don't leave the house to go to your GP) how else are you meant to get checked out when no one will help.
Whoever slept with that pig has a lot to answer for.
Chris- Find one of the men to do it with, go out with a bang
Chris- Smokers cough without the smoking
Me-These don't look like people I want to die with. I'd much rather Zac Efron and Hugh Jackman
Chris- I'll have Zach
Me- and I'll have Hugh, deal?
Me-At least we didn't die
Louise- Unless we are already dead
Me- At least we can spend eternity together.
(Group grumble and 'I suppose')
Louise- She's got lung cancer
Joe-There's that penis envy coming out
Louise- Well you know what you do with phallic objects
Joe- You put them in your mouth?
Louise- I break them
Joe-Trees and soil have consensual penetration
-Coach person- Then he touched her boob....
-(random londoner) I shouldn't have to wait this long in this quene, I'm from London I have rights.
Expo people
-When I die I want to be halal meat
-I want to be prepared by a circumsied doctor
(someone singing) -We were meant to be together
Joe-It's like rape, the coat is always on you
Chris- She shouldn't have a sign on saying 'free hugs' it's false advertising
Expo people- Clap, I command it.
I tried to hide my identity
In a world of mutant foe
I ran away from my personality
But found no where to go
Then you said to me
Let out the animal
Become invincible
Let out the wolverine in me
Forget the tragedy
Ignore the controversy
Let out the wolverine in me
Release the wolverine
Become the wolverine
Let out the wolverine in me
You need V.I.P access from the girls in the room
Out of all the girls passing
You look like you're asking
Flaunt it, cause the boys will want it
You look so pleasing
So please stop teasing
Girl
You think you're hard
You think you're sick
Keep away from me 'cause you're thinking with your ....
You're only thinking about my clevage package
Step away quickly cause you got me in a rage
-It's an obligation not a privilege
-Catch it, bin it, wash your hands
-She looks like she's asking
-Why is Paddington trying to hypnotise us?
-Life is hard, like your dad in his pants
-Heel mentality
-Downright insolent
-Flaunt it, cause the boys'll want it
-V.I.P accesses
-Looks tonk/ that is shower/ baked
-If I die before you which shouldn't happen
-Those shoes are sexy
-When will Dad realise, we run it
-She's just upset because her boyfriend is butters
My business to sell
My service to contribute
My news to distribute
My deed to reward
My gift to afford
My soul to exchange
My life to rearrange
My story to write
My battle to fight
My wish to grant
My seeds to plant
Mine
Your dismissal melts me
I long to set my explanation free
To save us both
I am drowning with no hope of rescue
Falling under my own dreams
Longing for the moment it will change
Hoping you will finally believe
Is the damage irreparable
Much like this situation
I long for an answer
I will never receive
