As a 17 year old girl looking around my room, I immediately notice my Flounder teddy, Princess figurines and Bambi hoody that I am currently wearing. Yes, you may say that I am obsessed with Disney and a little immature, but without it, where would we be? Not only did it give me great hope for friendship as Snow White was super popular and suddenly gained like 7 friends within a day but it also made people realise how unlikely relationships can easily form, I mean look at Ariel, she was friends with a fish? No matter how cheesy it may sound, I am still waiting for that day where a handsome prince meets me in the woods and instantly falls in love with me (Just praying I have make up on and my bum looks good that day). Even though the Disney princes are charming and seem like the perfect guys, I am still relying on Peter Pan to appear outside my window. Just me who thinks he’s got that sexy, edgy thing about him? Like he’s not that obvious nice, almost as if he’s playing hard to get with Wendy, but his best friend is madly in love with him and sadly, he just can’t see it. This is ridiculous really because who wouldn’t be attracted to a fairy who has that much attitude and such a hot figure? I honestly blame Peter Pan for my taste in men. Luckily, Tinker Bell made me want to be much more independent, as did Mulan. Yeah screw all you people, I can wear a fairy costume while being really moody or join the Chinese Army for the laugh, who’s gonna stop me? Who needs the Leaving Cert when you can find yourself a man with a Genie friend and a magic carpet, or a beast who lives in a huge castle in the woods? I even have a Snow White dress in my wardrobe! #noregrets Now please excuse me while I go and put it on…
According to Wikipedia, the population of the World today is 7.1 Billion. I can honestly say about 98% of this number annoy me. There are many reasons for this, mainly because I’m over dramatic and complain too much, but I shall continue to rant about these little things anyway. Firstly, why do women feel the need to bring prams into Penney’s and River Island? (especially during sales) Look lady if you want to enjoy the sale like everybody else then remove your little darling from the pram and carry it instead of causing traffic jams while I’m bargain hunting. The worst part about it is the women who give you death glares when you can’t get past them, um hello I’m not the one who brought a mini vehicle into the shop? This brings me onto my second point about people who walk reeeally slowly in town while taking up the entire pavement…GET OUT OF MY WAY. I just cannot go into town anymore without a tiny bit of anger building up inside of me, maybe I’m just an angry person? Earlier on I mentioned River Island, so another point on this subject is the amount of beautiful clothes that have been destroyed by girls wearing 30 layers of foundation. Like, was the dress originally cream or orange? Especially when it started at 50 euro and its down to 15 euro and you can hardly contain your excitement for your next night out and then…BOOM. IT’S DESTROYED. Why people, just why? So as you try to recover from this traumatic incident you take a stroll into boots to look for a new red lipstick and as you reach the counter ‘Do you have a Boots card?’ ‘Nope!’ ‘Would you like a Boots card?’ ‘No thank you, maybe next time!’ ‘Well it will only take a minute so fill out this form please!’ I DIDN’T WANT A BLOODY BOOTS CARD! I go into Boots every now and then to buy deodorant or a new toothbrush, but that’s it. I didn’t need to waste a valuable 6 minutes of my life filling out a form for something that I will never use. Even after I did fill it out, where is my Boots card? Weeks later and it still isn’t here after the big fuss that was made about it. Just let me live my life people. Ugh. Rant over lol xo
Aside from the obvious things like clothes, Ed Sheeran etc, my favourite thing in the world is tea. Yes, I know this may not come as a big surprise because I am rarely seen without a cup in my hand and do beg people to make it for me up to 100 times a day. However, this does occasionally fail (all the time) and I end up having to make it for myself. People can be so lazy and inconsiderate sometimes. I would just like to take this opportunity to explain the reason behind my love of tea. Not only is it something to make to pass the time when you’re bored, but its also the most beautiful thing that your stomach will ever experience. Ever. It is also a great conversation starter ‘Well wua?’ ‘Just makin tea wbu?’ ‘Same hu ya luvin?’ (The end bit is optional, but trust me it’s good advice…I presume). I am well known for having a love of tea and I admit I do judge peoples characters on whether or not they like it, because lets be honest, you must be fairly strange if you don’t like tea? I could easily drink buckets of it and it’s so much easier to do when you have a mug that you’ve fallen in love with! A good mug is better to have than any man! I spend a lot of my time shouting ‘I’LL HAVE TEA!’ downstairs as soon as I hear the flick of the kettle and without it I fear I would go into a terrible mental state and may need to get serious help. But until then, bit of milk and no sugar! Sound lads xo
So a few days ago I was sitting on the beach surrounded by my embarrassing parents and swarms of hyper demon children and it hit me how much I really would not like to live by the sea. Sure its nice to go to the beach when we are blessed with nice weather and I do enjoy it occasionally, but I don’t get the big deal like some people do, I mean if I lived by a beach I suppose its good in some ways because I could pass boring evenings by removing the excess sand from my bikini top and in between my toes which has built up during the day and build many sandcastles in my room until I have a huge sand kingdom of which I would been the queen (obvs), but apart from that it doesn’t appeal to me too much. I have spent many Summers in Cornwall by the sea trying to eat my fish and chips while being eyed up by vicious, flesh eating seagulls who have in the past attacked by parents and stolen my brothers ice-cream. The signs that say ‘Please do not feed the seagulls.’ is not respected by many people and people do have sympathy for them so continue to feed them. I don’t. They are evil and I am hungry. So many days have ended in the past with me standing in a busy fishing village having an emotional breakdown about how I refuse to eat outside incase I get attacked (or eaten whole), but in the end I never win because my parents get moody and I end up starving or taking home chips for later (which go soggy by the time I get to eat them, vom.) I also hate that beachy feeling of your hair when you get home and you feel like you could shower for four days because of sand, salt and seaweed. Some people may say that I complain too much, but unless you are Danny Zuko then don’t expect me to spend many Summer days on the beach with you!
As I watch my brother irritate me unnecessarily each passing day of my life I often wonder what God was busy doing when Satan decided to swoop in and throw simple minded, yet very appealing creatures onto the earth to join us lovely females. Of course some of them are fine (Jack Dawson and Peter Pan) but in general they are pretty confusing. Firstly, what annoys me is that when you say the words ‘I kinda like you’ to a boy they seem to hear the words ‘Hi how would you like to take out a mortgage and father my children?’ and freak out about too much commitment! Like chill out mate there’s not a hope in hell I’m going to ask you to be the unfortunate man who marries me while Zac Efron is still on the market! Secondly, they speak in strange code, this may include words such as ‘man’ and ‘buddy’. Chances are if you’re looking for the shift and call me any such name then I will just presume that all hope is gone for us and I don’t need to shave my legs around you anymore! This leads me onto the way they text…’haha’ and ‘ya’ are not acceptable responses to my long, thrilling story about what I am at. I’m hoping that there will come a time in my life when they are less confusing than the Leaving Cert maths course. Of course I am complaining about all of this now and I will continue to complain about it for the remainder of my teenage years, but lets face it, no matter how many times I say ‘I am so done with boys’ or ‘I hate him now, like I’m so over him, he’s not even that hot anymore’, I don’t mean a single word because the second another girl comes on the scene World War 3 will begin along with the bitching sessions and evil plotting over a cup of tea at lunch time with my army of girlfriends.
Ok, so I know absolutely nothing about blogs, or computers really! I get easily frustrated so this took me a bloody long time to figure out but I finally made it pink, woo! I like to write and tell long stories which many people tend to zone out of so I decided to make a blog to rant about these dilemmas in my life (running out of teabags, unplucked eyebrows, lack of hairclips etc) I’ll try to do this as often as I can and try to keep everybody entertained! If you have any suggestions please let me know 🙂 and if you dont like my blogs well then dont tell me because like why would you? Hehe sound guys xo