Summer was not so bad...

So the summer is nearly over... And I've done nothing. 

I'm kidding this time when I say that because I kept a list of all the things I've done between June and August and there is a lot of stuff. This is a list of all the stuff I did with only a bit of context because I would be writing a essay if I gave context to everything. 

Summer 2015:

Went to Cornwall for a fairy festival 

Discovered a new party game called paranoia 

Had my 17th birthday 

Went through (and still going through) my year 7 emo phase again but looking so much better this time!

Discovered I like Muse

Had a free house for a week and did nothing

Beat the high score on the dance mat machine in the arcade 

Went to games workshop for the first time and watched a match before giving up trying to understand anything because I don't have the patience for it

Changed my tumblr URL because I didn't like my old one

Slept in a tipi for a weekend

Went to the New Forest show and climbed up a telephone pole

Went to Hereford Cathedral and Eastnor castle

Went to the gardens for the candle night and fireworks 

Wrote a rhyming story called DreamCatcher which I am finishing off and adding to at the moment

Fell through a bush trying to get back a helicopter from someone's garden and nearly getting impaled by a metal spike while doing so. 

Hung out with my mates doing stupid stuff like singing Queen songs at the top of our lungs and ordering take away and discovering that one of your work supervisors works in the Chinese 

Joined a LGBTQ+ youth club 

Went back to my secondary school to see some of the students and teachers that are still there

Went to Bucklers Hard and Milton on sea with my Grandma 

Went to North Wales 

Visited Rhuddlan and Conwy castle 

Saw the smallest cathedral and smallest house in the UK

Went to Anglsea Island and went to the place with the longest name in the UK (Llanfairpwllgwyngyll) 

Saw the beautiful Swallow falls and the ugliest house in the UK... Which really annoyed me on a personal level 

Went to Snowdonia and saw Mt Snowdon 

I also started and finished watching American Horror Story, VGHS, and finished reading The Shining (at long last). 

I didn't go to the beach. (yay!)

I had one of THE best holidays ever and I know I'm not going to forget it in a hurry. 

P.s.

After my midlife crisis in October i decided I was going to do my best in my AS exams and see what I get. I done goofed! 

Passed Biology and Creative Writing, failed Chemistry and Maths. This year I am doing a Medical science course which is a much better option and it means I get to do one day a week work experience in a medical facility... I want to go to the morgue! 

On the plus side my Chem teacher said I was a good student, always happy, always enthusiastic! I will miss those classes. 

Eris

Right, about two years ago I got bored of all horror movies because they were no longer scary. None of them! I decided to write my own. There are six main characters and this is the back story of one of them. It wouldn't actually be in the movie or story if I chose to ever make it, this is just bonus content if you will. I just thought I would share it with you. 

P.S, The first two paragraphs weren't originally meant to be part of this, it just happened... Bit of Triv there for you.

The cell was damp and cold. How else could they try to break your spirit without breaking some law about torture, or destroying your human rights. They sit you in a dark, damp, cold cell and leave you to rot for the duration of the court decided sentence for some petty crime you committed while young and drunk.

The silence and chill slowly drives you insane and the occasional drip of unidentified greenish, brown, liquid from the water logged ceiling makes you want to just dink, or at least taste, the stuff to see if it is in fact poison, as you expect it to be. If it was poison then at least it would give me something else to think about. So, you think about how you have gone wrong and what you could have done better while seething in anger about how that twat actually got away with it.

Of course there wasn't any CCTV when he was the one attacking the poor girl but all the footage in the world when I defend one of my friends. Of course he wouldn't get convicted because he is quite friendly with the judge and said Judge's son is quite a fan of this big shot ass hole but when I try to stand up for myself in court I am labelled as a "crazy feminist" who needs to calm down and let things happen. It was my fault that she ended up in hospital, according to him, and slipped into a coma.

It was only a short sentence. A couple of weeks in a minimum security facility because this prat said he could understand the mistake and would "let it slide." I did that time. I came out again and was charged with manslaughter. She died the day I came out. So, if I am going to be in prison for at least ten years, why not go the full hog and get a couple more in.

I went after him. Tore him apart. Left his intestines in a long line in his big fancy hallway. Liver and bladder smeared on the stairs in bloody clumps. I threw his kidneys around his office as if I was throwing a couple of tennis balls around. His stomach was ripped apart when I got to it so I just left it in the bath, I mean, why the hell not. I burnt his heart. It went black, charred, life and loveless. It would be sort of symbolic if I was into that sort of shit. Any remaining blood that was in his body I drew pictures on the wall with. In hindsight they were pretty, perhaps I should try to recreate them on paper with a pencil.

Apparently when they found me I was lying on the kitchen floor. I was covered in blood and guts and holding a drill. Oh yea, his lungs were nailed to the door, I can't remember why.
Besides, that bastard deserved it.
They passed off this murder as a psychotic episode because of grief. I wasn't grieving, I don't feel sad when someone dies as it is obviously inevitable. I just wanted to kill him. Not for her, but just to send a message.

So here I am. Sat in this damp, cold cell. It doesn't matter much though, I'm breaking out soon. At least that is what I tell myself. I couldn't break out of this hell hole if I tried. The orderlies come round every half a hour with sedatives and make sure you are jacked up enough not to attack anyone(bliss), Guards at every entrance, even the fire doors! (talk about safe much), and I don't know how many security cameras.... It's like living on a episode of Big Brother but with more drugs.

My name is Eris. It comes from the Greek goddess of chaos. No one can say I don't live up to my name.