Lads

I'm sure by now everyone knows at least one "Lad". 

No?

Let me explain what a lad is; someone who is a bit of a twat, may be sexist, racist, or homophobic, and won't respect any views that are against social norms that you have, but you can't really stop being friends with them because you don't really know how. Now you realise you probably know one. 

I know several. All decent "Lads", but can get on my nerves at times and they do take the piss out of my views on a regular basis. I do want to stay friends with them because I would be a loner without them but I just need to be on some really strong drugs to deal with their shit. 

P.s. I don't see what the big deal about Nandos is. It's not that nice. 

Coraline (The only movie I can't watch)

There are very few things that freak me out. I can handle horror and gory movies no problem, I can sit for hours and watch TV shows based on conspiracy theories and the supernatural, I can even watch Barbie movies without screaming and running from the room, but the one movie that makes me want to curl up into a ball and break every needle, bobbin, and lala loopsy doll in sight is Coraline. 

Coraline is meant to be a kids film about a girl who finds a alternative world that is idealised just for her behind the bricked up door in her drawing room. It is better than her real life and had the caring mother and father that she wants, the only difference; everyone in that world has buttons for eyes. 

I'm sure that most people would have seen, read, or heard about Coraline and would know what happenes in it, if not go and watch it then come back, and I bet nearly everyone would agree that it scared them. The movie is a Stop motion animation, this makes it look even more real and horrid. 

I watched it again yesterday with my sister, who is six, and she wasn't even phased by it... How? I was eleven when I first saw it and I didn't sleep for a week! Between the button eyes and needle claws I was scared of going anywhere near the textiles classroom in school and later that year when I found a doll in a charity shop that looked like me and was told to buy it, I left the shop. No way am I facing the Beldam because I know I wouldn't resist the better world, it would have so many fictional characters in that would do my bidding. 

Also I drew this in college today;

It is on my desk in front of me and I don't even want to look at it, it's so freaky. 

P.s. I would have red buttons, I like red. 

Choice

Exam season starts in just a week and it had me thinking, did I choose the right road?

I ask myself this now because at the end of my GCSEs everything was rushed to get you ready for the big wide world, or sixth form as it is known, and then the new school year started. New place, new people, subjects that I chose to do and base my life around for the remainder of said life. Did I choose wrong?

The sciences have always been my best subject but what if I was meant to go down the language route and work in different countries instead of a lab? I won't know. 

We are expected to know what jobs we want at the very young age of 14, when we choose out GCSEs, and by the time we get to 18, we have to choose whether we want to work or go to university and study something that most people regret and get into debt for it. 

Did I make the right choices? I have been pushed to do these things by teachers, family, friends, and if because I willingly went with it, it's me that gets the brunt of it if I fail. 

Did I make the right choices? 

I bloody well hope so. 

Male coverage

All around my college at the moment are posters advertising awareness for domestic violence. They say things such as, " Are you a dream boyfriend by day and a control freak by night?" and, "Are you his princess one minute and a stupid tart the next?" The one thing that most of them have in common is that they are all centered around the males being the abuser and the females being the victims. This is the most common type of abuse we see but the roles can be switched.

Women can abuse men too but the reason we don't ever see it advertised is because men don't report it as often. Society teaches men from a early age that they should be strong and not cry or be seen as weak. We teach our young boys to stand up and be a man when they say that they feel inadequate. And most importantly, they are told that they should be above women in every way. This is why they don't report abuse from a girlfriend or wife, because we teach them that if they are below a woman, they are cowards, they are less of a man, they are the lowest of the low. 

Yes, domestic abuse is a big problem for women but it is a bigger problem for men. Female victims are given coverage, males aren't. 

Stop teaching boys that they must be stronger than girls, it doesn't do any good for their health. 

Thank you

As it is no longer the Easter holidays and I can't sit around procrastinating anymore, I would like to say thank you to some very special people. 

To Netflix, who gave me a generous fifteen seconds to decide between episodes of Scrubs and Once upon a time to decide whether I would be doing anything productive with my day. 

To Asda, for providing my very nutritious super noodles, smoothies, and donuts for energy as I waded through the Game of Ice and Fire series that I was re-reading before season five came out on TV. 

To my employers, one who took me out to a farm to see goats and get paid for it, and another who I had to go to and stand around in a shop for hours to earn some money so I could go shopping myself. 

To Amazon, who let me spend most of my wages on awesome t-shirts that didn't cost that much. Also, thanks for lowering the price on a book I wanted, it helped the pain I felt when I checked my balance in my bank. 

And finally, to my internet. Thank you for the opportunity to meet new people without leaving my house, to read and write stories that I didn't need to pick up a pen for, and to browse endlessly through pages of stuff I didn't need or want to see. 

Thanks for becoming the slippery slope that has lead me to the bottom of the procrastion pit (my room). I hope to experience you again next half term. 

Assistance

I have a grown up job! Well, I'm a sales assistant at a clothes shop and this makes me invisible to customers unless they specifically want something. Two things happened today while I was at work that I thought I'd share. 

One: I can listen in on people's conversations. 

When working at a till, the customers don't realise you can hear them and they don't actually take any notice of you until you ask them a question, like "do you want the hangers?", this basically means I can hear all about how your boyfriend is a lay about and how much your little bratty children, who are currently pestering you for sweets, are costing you this holiday. Today I overheard three mothers shouting at their children for just standing in the wrong place, a male trying to deal with his ex who had just found out he was cheating on her, and lots of fake tan ridden barbie dolls on the phone or talking to their mate about how they got with a well fit bloke last night. Thank you retail industry for giving me the chance to witness this rubbish. 

Two: I can't take things personally

I was cleaning up a area in the shop and a woman came up and asked if I knew where some navy jogging bottoms were. I calmly explained that it was only my second day and I didn't know anything about the layout of the shop and where they would be. She then shouted at me "Your meant to be a sales assistant, assist me!" I would have gladly told her where I would shove my assistance if she didn't shut up but I can't do that if I want to keep my job so I pointed her in a random direction and when she left, I hid behind the collum for five minutes. Now my mate said she might get a job in this shop a few months back and I can definitely say that she wouldn't of been able to handle that at all. 

Some customers are genuinely nice and try not to cause you trouble if you don't deserve it by some are just nasty because they can be. 

Pies piper

The story of the Pied Piper is a old one but is still relevant in life today. In every group of people you will ever meet there will be a person that everyone follows as if they were a leader but they don't act like it. In short, every group, every lunch table, every club, has a Pied Piper, the one who leads the rest with their tune. 

The Pied Piper may not think that they control the rest but there are those who see the dancing of the children when they are being lead merrily away and they know, like the adults of Hamelin, they can't do anything about it. 

There was a Pied Piper of Boscombe

They lead them away and watched 'em

Dance to their tune 

In the mid afternoon 

Under the trees with no blossom.