Thursday, 24 December 2015


Christmas. A time associated with joy. A time to laugh and have fun with friends and family. The most peaceful time of the year. Christmas isn't just a season but a state of mind. 

I am currently staying at my Nan's house with my family. It's nice to be with family especially when you haven't seen them in a while. My cousins and Auntie came round Christmas Eve and they're coming round again in, I think, half an hour for lunch. It's Boxing Day. Why is it even called Boxing Day? Yesterday,  we opened the presents and had the Christmas dinner with the pigs in blankets (my favourite bit of the meal) and the roast turkey which was actually very nice and moist.

 We thanked Nan for dinner and then she nagged us to 'finish off the sausages' or 'have another potato'. We even had a Christmas pudding which we lit and watched the bright, blue flames surround the pudding. Christmas pudding, admittedly, isn't one of my favourite puddings but it wasn't that bad. My sibling, however, had a bowel of ice cream instead. We pulled the crackers which set the dog barking like a crazy lunatic of an animal and then we retired after dinner to the lounge where we watched BBC one very comfortably on the sofa. 

Every year we pretty much do the same thing. Christmas is a time of joy for many but I understand that not everyone gets the same privalages at Christmas time. Some people are fighting wars, some people are alone, some people are in dangerous countries without food or shelter. Christmas is a time of general well being in the world but Christmas does not stop war and hunger. It merely makes people think about others and try to help others. After all, it is a time of giving. 

There is the very well-known example of the British and German troops, stopping war on Christmas to come together. They realised that Christmas is a time of peace and that the opposition was just like them. They didn't want to fight either. So they had a rather jolly game of football. I'm not quite sure who won... but of course that's not the important thing here... The important thing is that they came together in joy on Christmas. I know many people absolutely hate Christmas. I was talking to a Scrooge the other day. They think of Christmas as 'just another day'. I mainly think of Christmas as a time to be joyful with friends and family. 

What do you think of Christmas? I would be interested to hear your opinion so feel free to leave a comment. 
Blogging again soon, 

Friday, 18 December 2015

A rant on the music in the charts

I do like my music but I don't like any of the current music in the charts. I don't like generic repetitive music. I don't like generic repetive music. Sorry did I just repeat that? I really don't like any of these trashy pop songs. Justin Bieber, Drake and Nicki Minage really don't do it for me... It's all music about sex, girls and big bums in the charts. What happened to meaningful songs with beautifully written lyrics about peace and the state of the world?

I'm a teenager but I don't like the music in the charts. At school, most of my classmates play songs they like. Or at least songs they THINK they like due to radio1 and trying to fit in with everybody else and seem 'cool' and 'up to date'. But is this music really 'cool'? I don't think so. We all have our opinions and some people actually like the music in the charts but I think the charts is stuffed full with bad songs and artists who are only making music to get their hands on a load of cash and not because they love and enjoy making music for the people of the world. 

Why aren't there more bands who make good quality music for the pure joy of it in the charts? In the 80s many of the songs in the charts actually sounded quite good. I have listened to a few and most of them, despite the obvious lack of musical tech, are better than the current songs in the charts. Are there any stand out bands in today's music? Not that I know of. There is no great, iconic band like the Beatles. SOME music in the charts is actually ok. But this can only account for no more than 5% of it. 

My point is that I think today's music in the charts is meaningless and I wonder how on earth it got in the charts and how some other, much better songs haven't. Are people buying these songs because they want to seem cool or something? It's probably because they actually like the music, I know, but I don't get why you would want to listen to the music in the charts rather than better, greater songs outside the charts... Maybe I'm overreacting here. But I would rather express this opinion in a blog post rather than leave it, wanting to be heard inside my head. Many people do agree with me. Perhaps I just have better taste in music. 

Tell me what you think in the comments. I would love to hear your opinion! 
But for now, I have finished my rant and I will write again soon, 

Sunday, 6 December 2015


do love a good party. And I mean the sort of parties where there are loads of other teenagers dancing wildly to music which booms from speakers around a dance floor or even someone's living room. The sort of parties where it's dark and you can hardly see the plastic cup in which you pour the coca cola into. The type of parties where your friend has gone off into the other dimension which is the kitchen to kiss their lover or when you escape to the kitchen because things are kicking off in the main room. The types of parties where you get down on the dance floor and show off those ridiculous moves you invented. The types of parties where you happen to  accidentally stumble into the closet and find your friend kissing your other best friend's lover.

I'm glad to say that the last point has never actually happened... I'm just having a laugh with you. The other night I went to a party. It was pretty good. It was my good old friend's surprise party which had been organised by her friend who I knew from years ago. I turned up to find everyone on one side of the hall dancing and socialising. Being quite the master of conversation myself, I went over to everyone and started to meet my friend's friends. One girl I thought I already knew and said to her 'Hi!!  Nice to see you again!!' But she just replied 'I don't think I know you'. Bummer . Move on.  I got on with an old classmate who I hadn't spoken to in ages. We were constantly exchanging 'banter' and telling little jokes here and there. We would have QUALITY talks at the drinks table and I have to admit that she found my humour very funny. We then all sat in this circle in the hall (how very first school) and watched my friend open her presents. Very nice. Very civilised. We all then listened to my friend's friend play the guitar and sing. Her singing was... alright. It was just bearable. I spoke to her afterwards and she said she had only been playing the guitar for a few weeks. I thought she was joking because she played the quitar so well but she wasn't laughing. After all this rather civilised sitting in a circle and watching your friend open her presents and listening to acoustic guitar songs, the real partying kicked off.

The music got louder and the beats kicked in. Everyone went MENTAL. At one point of the evening I remember eating all the sickly icing from a piece of cake in one go after everyone dared me to. I don't recommend that you try this. I also remember showing off this truly EPIC move I came up with where you sort of just flap your legs about. It was all hilarious. We all danced madly through the night. Another thing I remember is somehow wondering into the kitchen at the back of the hall with my friend and finding my friend's friend SNOGGING my other friend's friend rather erotically over the table. It was pretty DISGUSTING and me and my friend were out of the kitchen in no more than a second. A few of the people at the party were just sat under the table while the rest of us just danced like a bunch of crazy hooligans. I was the one busting all the moves and getting down on the floor. It was a right laugh. 

The party soon died down. However, I just wanted to keep on partying. But everybody else was knackered and well... I was as well. We took the balloons and the banners down from the wall and said our goodbye's. It was a good party. I met new people and had a right good time. 

That was my time at the party- just another event in my life which I thought would be a good blog post idea. It is nice to just let loose every now and then (but still be responsible of course!). 

Writing again soon, 

Saturday, 21 November 2015

I'm a published author?!?!

You've probably heard or perhaps even entered one of these small competitions where you have the chance to have your short story or poem in a book with many other winner's poems or stories etc.

Over the summer I entered a competition like this one. Me and my friend decided to write a short story for a laugh and enter the competition. The story had to be no more than 500 words. I thought 'this will be easy' but it was not as easy as I thought. It took me a while to come up with an idea that could actually work for a 500 word story (I have to admit I got a bit carried away).  After the idea was fully in my mind, I got writing. It took me no less than an hour to write the story and I thought it was ok. Not amazing. But I thought it had a small chance of winning. My friend wrote hers and spent about 3 hours on it. I didn't think I would be the one with a winning story.

I got an email saying that my story had won and would be published in a book in a few months. They also said they needed to edit the story 'a bit' to make it 'top notch'. A publisher then contacted me and helped me edit my story. The publisher told me what I needed to do to my story to improve it and I went away and did these things. This process happened about three times. After my story was finally to the best it could be, I submitted it again with my short biography which would also be in the book.

And that was that. I then had to wait two months to hear anything about this book again. A few days ago, the book was published and it turns out that if the winners want to see their story in the book, they have to pay for it... ten pounds to be precise. Ten pounds?! Ok... perhaps this was a bit of a scam to get some money? My parents insisted on buying the book however and well... despite the cost being... quite large, I felt some achievement from being in this book... I liked the fact that other people would look through the book and actually read my story. So here I am, a published author, actually feeling rather pleased with myself. I am published in an actual book. Sorry but I just wasn't really expecting to win. I only entered for a bit of a laugh.

The other day I went into school and showed my friends the book. After some laughs about the fact my story was on page 69, they read it and I think they were slightly impressed. I got told off in a lesson because I was still looking at my story... and then the teacher realized that I was chewing gum and I had to do the 'walk of shame' to the bin. My friends were laughing their heads off.

So that's my post about how I am now a published author in what seems like a legitimate book. Perhaps I will enter some more competitions for a laugh and see where it takes me... and maybe you could give it a go... you never know.

Write again soon,

Saturday, 7 November 2015

To the future

To the future, 
Where the hell do I go from now? 
What do I do to achieve? 
What paths should I make? 
What mistakes should I avoid? 
How should I act? 
How should I feel? 

Tell me future me how I am! Tell me how I feel! Am I happy? Successful? Living a dream? Oh future please tell me!

Am I rich? Am I in love? Do I have a thousand friends? Oh future me, please reply! 

Future me, if you are reading this please respond! What should I do in life?! 

Future me, if you are reading this now I hope you are laughing with happiness rather than crying tears of regret.

Hiya everyone. That was a bit of a poem or short written work of mine. Hope you enjoyed it and that it made you think. I have really been thinking about my future recently and I ask myself what paths I should do down. All the decisions I could make, all the different paths I could go down, all the people I could be in the future. It's a lot to think about and over the next few years or even months I will have to make some big decisions about my future especially in terms of school and careers. You may feel like me- that you want to know what to do to succeed in the future. I think you and I should just do what makes us happy and what we think the best thing is. 

Writing again soon, 

Saturday, 17 October 2015


Autumn. The crisp honey-coloured leaves tucked against the side of the pavement. The way the trees stay standing proud even though they are naked. The warm mug of latte filled with hope and comfort. The fall of old habits and the beginning of the new and unexpected.

For me, Autumn is about being on the verge of change or a new season. Winter is coming with it's harsh weather and shorter days but before you have Winter, you have Autumn. The last season before things change into frost. The season where you can reflect before you move on into the harsher days. 

Autumn is when things fall into something new; something undiscovered. It's a time of life where things are evolving. A time of harvest, when food is fuller and the apples ripe. Perhaps it's a time of melancholia when the many possibilities of Summer have gone and instead Winter is stood waiting. The skies may turn gray and so may our thoughts but we can still look forward to things changing because things can always change for the better. 

I'm one of those people who have to overthink things and find metaphors in pretty much everything. I think the Autumn trees or trees in general are a metaphor for life and the cycles that come with life. Trees have branches coming off of them, perhaps symbolizing all the events and moments and feelings that come with life. And then you have the leaves on those branches which, in Autumn, fall into the unknown. These leaves are the old habits and the past. When they have fallen, the new starts to grow upon the branches and the changes in life have been and the new time of Winter has begun. 
Perhaps you could think of Autumn as a melancholy time but then it is also a time to move on. 

Autumn. Young faces with flushed cheeks, leaves so colorful they become flowers.  Strolls through the park surrounded by the many trees and their knowing glances that Autumn is here and that it's going to be fine.

Writing again soon.

Sunday, 4 October 2015

If life was a play, who would I play?

I'm feeling philosophical right now. It's very odd indeed. I keep thinking about deep questions. Questions that keep rotating around my mind never getting answered. I was just thinking about the question in the title and I thought why not write about it?
It is quite a random question and at the same time I think of it as quite a comedic one. I studied a Shakespeare play at school a few months ago and it got me thinking about life as a play. The characters in Shakespeare's plays all have roles and characteristics that determine the plays outcome and scenes. Without the characters... there would be no play. Just an empty stage.

So my point is here that the characters all have a role to make the play a play. For example, Lago from Othello was the villain who caused all the disruptions in the play and ultimately caused the death of others (all because he was jealous).  Then, another example is Mercutio, from Romeo and Juliet, who was the jokey one- the one who liked a good laugh and a bit of fun... but then died sticking up for his buddy Romeo. Was his role just to be the jokey one we all liked but died to cause us to feel frustration? Well maybe. Because that's how Shakespeare wanted things to turn out.

So maybe IF life WAS a play then we might all be scripted into a book with certain lines and actions based on our original character. For example, if there was a play about my group of friends, there would be the childish one, the serious one, the loud mouthed one, the kind one, the awkward one, the tomboy one and the moody one because I am just picking the main characteristic from each person. (I am obviously the kind one) . What sort of character do you think you would be if you were in a play? (comment below- it's just a bit of fun to discuss this topic).

So now your probably thinking who would I be? The jokey one? The evil one? The hero/heroine? The peacemaker? The idiot lover? Thinking about it, I don't think we all have one distinct character. We have layers. None of us know who we're MEANT to be in life. We just are who we are and we could change or develop another side to our character. We're not written as characters in a play. I was just wondering if life was a play, who I would play...

So let's make it clear...I don't think life is a play (maybe you do... I would be interested to know). I just don't think life is mere entertainment like a play. I just guess it's interesting to think about life as a play with many different characters, scenes and moments that create one big story.

I hope this post made you think philosophically! 
Blogging again soon,


Monday, 14 September 2015


The other day I went to the cinema with a friend. I hadn't been to the cinema for ages. Last time I went, I saw 'The Love Punch' starring Emma Thompson and Piers Brosman. It was an interesting romcom with a bit of action (well.. nearly falling off a cliff and a jewel heist in the mix). Me and my friend happened to be the only teenagers in the cinema at the time. It was quite hilarious.  

But! The other day I saw not a nice, happy romcom but a rather scary action film. This film was the Maze Runner 2. 
I am not exaggerating when I say it was really well and truly scary. Because it was. In my opinion anyway. My friend asked me if I wanted to see it with her a few days before we went and I said I would, of course. I saw the first one with my friend at her place a month ago or something and it was really good and a lot less scary than the second one. 

Me and my friend got to the cinema, brought a tonne of sweets and a fizzy drink each then went into the cinema- settling down in our seats and stuff. Like I said, I hadn't been in a cinema for ages so I was not really used to the darkness of the room and the seats and the cup holder and the massive screen and everything. My friend was absolutely buzzing next to me- she was extremely excited and so was I because I was at the cinema on a school night for goodness sakes. 

The film then started. It was really good. Right from the start you see the main character having to run for his life. As the film went on it got more and more exciting and more action packed. In one part of the film there were these really scary looking zombie people and that really freaked me out. Somebody behind me was kicking my seat as well so that just added to the horrible scared feeling inside me. Then the main character had to absolutely run for his life again some more. My friend was on the edge of her seat. I was trying not to look at the screen because it was freaking me out so much. At one part I jumped so bad. Being in a dark cinema which has a massive screen makes the film more real and in my case, a lot more exciting and scary. 

About 3/4 of the way through the film, my bum started to get seriously numb and I sort of tried to shift in my seat a bit to make the numbness come off but all I achieved was dropping my sweets on the floor. Great.

So the film was actually really good. It was a real good 'action in nearly every minute of the film' sort of film. But then again I do prefer the first maze runner film. 
Also: Do not watch it if you hate scary films! I repeat! Do not feast you're eyes upon it! (I almost regret watching it).

Just because I feel like it I will recommend 3 films I really enjoyed and recommend:

Edge of tomorrow- a kick-ass action film. 
Run fat boy run- a laugh out loud comedy. 
Gravity- a suspenseful film set in space (clues in the name). 

I hope you enjoyed this post. 
Blogging again soon! 

Sunday, 13 September 2015


Yep. I'm back to school now and it sucks. It really does. First day back was a shock to the system. My alarm woke me up at 7. Not cool. I didn't want to get up. I sort of just rolled over on my side and slept for another 10 minutes. Then I realised that I had only a few minutes to get ready and everything. You should have seen how fast I brushed my teeth. 

I managed to get a lift to school some how and luckily I made it on time. At school I wouldn't say my friends were over the moon at the sight of me but they did a friendly 'hi'. I think they really wanted to be somewhere else. And don't get me wrong, I didn't want to be in that stuffy classroom either. I would have rather been in bed enjoying quality sleep.

The first day back could have gone better. The lessons were alright. I mean... English was pretty good. Me and my mate were just having a right laugh. We're doing poetry so I guess that's quite cool. 

The bus home was the worst. It was completely full. Like a sardine can packed with loads of sweaty sardines. I had to ask to sit next to this older kid because the seat next to her was the only free seat. She was really reluctant to let me sit next to her. She eventually said I could after a sort of evil look and this massive sigh. She asked me where I get off and she gets off earlier than me so I had to sit right next to the window- my right arm digging into the girl's bag which she had on her lap. Some smaller kids sat in front were just shouting and laughing like banshees or something and the whole bus was just this circus of laughing erupting banshees and sardines. I thought I might make some casual conversation with the girl next to me but she put her ear phones in although it was probably impossible to even hear the music. I then noticed a chocolate digestive biscuit squashed into the seat right by my leg. Lovely.

I'm sorry you had to see this.
So apart from that horrific bus journey and the fact I really didn't want to be at school, it was actually alright. I really want to make the most of this year and everything and give all I have got. Last year was a bit of a bummer so hopefully this year I won't mess up and make a bummer of a year. I know the year will just fly by so I might as well try and enjoy it. 

I hope you liked this post-  I will be posting again soon! 

Saturday, 5 September 2015

Books I read in the Summer


Over the Summer Holidays I didn't do as much reading as I would have liked but I think the books I did read were quite good. I do like to read and well... I try to read just about anything from the classics to the modern young adult fictions.

For some reason I have read quite a few classics (some of them were for school)  and although they were sometimes hard to get my head around I actually did enjoy them. For example, I read Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy. Good old Hardy. He really did write the characters well. I doubt many teenagers are reading classics unless it's for school and yeah, I get why because you just look at the front cover of a classic book and you think 'why the hell do I want to read something that was written donkey's years ago?!' but actually they're not that bad (some of them are really boring and really hard to read) but most of them are actually alright and most of the classics have some deep meaning behind them for instance Lord of the Flies was all about the evil of mankind and it sort of warns us of the evil we're all capable of... So yeah... maybe give the classics a try?

However...during the Summer Holidays I didn't start by reading a classic but a very modern book with yet a deep meaning behind it. I finished reading On Beauty by Zadie Smith which... well... it was quite good... I started reading it because I got it from the Charity shop and it got loads of awards and stuff. It was quite grown up and some of it was... well... a bit explicit really. The book contained loads of different characters and some of them I preferred more than others. The book mainly just focuses on two different families and how they connect with each other and the stuff each family gets up to... When I read the blurb and the opening paragraph I thought 'It's just going to be like Romeo and Juliet'. But it wasn't. Yes, it had fights (but not with swords or anything) and yes it involved a member of the family getting it on with the other family member but it was a lot more than that. I wouldn't say it was the best book I have ever read but I think the characters were very well written and I could almost hear their voices in my head. The book mainly evolves around the conflict between two families and opposing political and moral sensibilities, issues of class, behavior, ambition and opportunity in a society with proscribed rules and roles. It is basically an updated version of EM Forster's Howard's End.

The second book I read was a classic. But it was sort of a modern classic so it was quite easy to read. The book I read was Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger. I had heard quite a lot about this book at school and most of the comments about it were 'It's just about this boy who walks around not doing anything'. I decided to give it a read and see if this was true. It sort of was but he doesn't not do anything, he learns lessons and talks to lots of different people and he learns stuff about himself and about life.  I know it is quite a controversial novel which was originally published for adults but has since become popular with younger readers for its themes of teenage angst and alienation. I also decided to read it because it focuses on a teenager. This teenager, called Holden Caulfield, is torn between adult hood and child hood and people always tell him to 'grow up'. Caulfield says 'Goddam', 'damn' and 'hell' a lot- perhaps too much but I think that adds to his character and the way he tells the story. Holden Caulfield tells his story- of the days following his expulsion from Pencey Prep, a private school. After a fight with his roommate, Stradlater, Holden leaves school two days early to explore New York before returning home. In New York, and on the way home, he interacts with teachers, prostitutes, nuns, an old girlfriend, and his sister and many more people. 

I think this book illustrates a teenager's dramatic struggle against death and growing up. I guess it was quite a good read. I felt slightly more wise after I had read it. I felt some sort of connection with Holden even though I don't really fear growing up as much (but I do find the fact I will grow up scary). At first when I was reading the book I thought it wasn't going to be any good and I didn't think it would have a story behind it. I looked it up while I was reading it and discovered what it was actually all about and then as I continued to read it I started to understand more about all the different factors in the story such as the symbolism e.g. the red hunting cap. The way Holden spoke also kinda reminded me of the way I write my words- sort of like this. I wondered why the novel was called 'the catcher in the rye' and then I read a part of the novel where Holden explained that he wanted to stop all the children from falling off the cliff when they played in the rye and I found out that 'the catcher in the rye' could actually mean 'protector of innocence' which relates to Holden's issue with growing up. If you are a teenager I recommend this book to you but I know it probably won't be for everyone.

The last book I read over the holidays was 'Paper Towns' by John Green. I brought this book off my friend for £1 (bargain?!). Like 'the Catcher in the Rye', Paper Towns focuses on a teenager. This teenager, Quentin, investigates a paper trail after Margo, (who's the same age as Quentin), goes missing following a night with Quentin, who helped her get revenge on several people who wronged or betrayed her. This was my first book by John Green and I think he wrote Quentin and Margo very well. I guess the book was quite exciting and the dialogue between the friends was very funny. The first bit of the book was really exciting and really great and then it sort of went slightly down hill but it still maintained an element of excitement. Paper Towns touches on themes of friendship, identity, exploration and admiration. It wasn't the best book I've ever read, that's for sure but I think it was still a good book. 

So that's what I read over the holidays. I guess it is a pretty wide range of books- with very different themes and everything. I could have read more over the holiday but yeah- I didn't. Make sure you try and read because I think reading can definitely broaden your mind and stuff. It probably makes you more knowledgable as well- So make sure you do stick your head in a book every now and then. 

Hope you enjoyed this post- I will be writing again soon,


Wednesday, 26 August 2015

The Summer

The summer holidays. The time when you relax in the sun while drinking an exotic drink on the beach... (I didn't actually do that).

My Summer mainly just consisted of me not doing much. I really wanted to just chill out and take a break from all of the work I've been doing at school. It kinda sucks because I know after this holiday I'll just be back at school again, doing the same old work I was doing a few weeks ago but instead having to do more of the work and having to do do extra revision. It just sucks. It really does.

To be honest, I don't want this Summer to end. I could happily let it go on for another few weeks. I mean... I love the fact I can go to bed at 1 in the morning and wake up at 11. I'm not the sort of person that likes getting up at 6 in the morning and I think it's crazy that people actually like that and wake up at 6 in the morning because they WANT to, not because they HAVE to. On a school morning, I set my alarm for half 6 but I end up getting up at 7 or later. I don't know how. I just do. It's like I automatically press the alarm stop button then go back to sleep or something.

The Summer Holidays is nearly over. There's just a week left. I am sitting here now wondering where all the days went. Where did they go? Did they just vanish into some sort of dimension in a time warp? I doubt it. The thing is with holidays they go too fast. You don't have enough time to know what you've done with all the days. It all just seems to be a blur of loads of different things to me.

The Summer holidays is really just a time to relax and that is what I'm doing. I am relaxing and just making the most of the break. Soon I will have my head stuck in some lousy text book, making notes as if my life depends on it. That's why I am making the most of this rather free, 'not a care in the world' time of year.

I hope you are also making the most of the Summer Holidays... You don't want to look back on the Summer and think 'what a waste of time'.

I will be blogging again soon.


Friday, 21 August 2015

Liebster Award

I was recently nominated for a Liebster award. When I saw the comment on my blog I thought 'I've been nominated for an award?! ME!?!?! AN AWARD!?!?!'. I looked it up because I didn't have a clue what this Liebster Award thing was. Then I realized it wasn't really an award at all but something like a 'chain letter' passed on from blogger to blogger in order to recognize and/or discover new bloggers and welcome them into the blogospheare. I have accepted this award as I guess it seems like a nice gesture.

How this Liebster Award thing works: 
1.You receive a comment on your blog saying 'you have been nominated for a liebster award' (or something along those lines) from the blogger that nominated you.
2. You then thank the blogger that nominated you on you on a blog post and link back to their blog. You add a Liebster award badge picture on your post.
3. The person that nominated you may have prepared 11 questions for you to answer on their blog post (like a Q&A). You can either answer these 11 questions on the blog post or not.
4. Nominate 5- 11 blogs that haven't got a lot of followers to receive the award.
5. Inform them of their nomination by leaving a comment on one of their blog posts.

So... (I think I'm doing this right). I would like to thank LucyLikesPineapple for nominating me. She's got a pretty cool blog and you can find her blog here: 

I decided not to answer the questions because I doubt anyone will want to know my answer to the questions or find them very interesting... (sorry!).

So... Who in the world do I even nominate?!!!?!?!?
(I am now going to check out some blogs...)

I have gone and checked out some blogs and have decided to nominate bloggers who I think deserve more recognition...
I nominate:

If you want, you can answer the questions below but I am not going to make you answer them!

1. What made you want to start blogging?
2. What do you like about blogging?
3. Do you think your personality and style is reflected through the way you blog?
4. How can you see yourself and your blog doing in 5 years?
5. What is one good thing about you?
6. What is one bad thing about you?
7. How would you describe yourself in one word?
8. If you could change one thing in the world, what would you change?
9. Where is your favorite place on earth?
10. If you could meet anyone in the world (from the past or present), who would you meet?
11. If you could go back in time, where and what time would you go to?

Saturday, 15 August 2015

First actual post!- Change.

EJ's back... back again...EJ's back... tell a friend...

Yes! I am back! I left the blog before I even got started didn't I? Well, I apologize for that rubbish start... I am now willing to get blogging again. SO! LETS GET BLOOGGGIIING!!

First actual post!

The other day I bumped into an old friend in the high street. It was pretty awkward actually because we hadn't seen each other for THREE WHOLE YEARS. I was in a group of four in middle school- we were all best buds and this girl I bumped into was one of the group of four. Another member of the old group I still see (we meet up quite frequently actually) and the other girl...well... lets just say she's changed.

So, me and my old buddy, (who I hadn't seen in 3 years), started to speak about how we were doing at school and stuff and if we had seen any of the others in the old group and we spoke about how much the group member has changed... She has changed A LOT. It's scary how much someone can change. One minute she was the sweet, kind girl working hard in class... The next she's all about boys and boobs and has a modelling job with some agency.

It seems the old friend I bumped into hasn't changed much. They haven't actually changed at all. They are still the funny, kind, cheerful person I sat next to in registration. So it seems like three of us out of the old group haven't changed in 3 years. The other group member who I still see and meet up with is still the same lovely person and they haven't really grown in 3 years either.

I don't think I have changed. Well... I definitely think I am less childish now... I've stopped running around the school corridors shouting 'BOGIES!'. That's for sure. But I still have the odd childish moment...

But yeah, it is scary how someone can change SO MUCH and it's quite funny to think that I haven't really changed and that the other two haven't really changed... Old group member 4 has gone out ahead of me and the other two old members. Were still stuck in the same old place while she's crossed the finish line and turned into someone different. She's actually way out of our league now. Me and the other two are happy with a nice group of friends while Group member 4 has gone and got herself tonnes of friends... and most probably had tonnes of boyfriends. I wouldn't like that though. It just seems too fake. I doubt most of her friends are actually 'real' friends.

I'm happy with how I am. I'm actually glad I haven't changed much. I liked the same person I was 3 years ago and I'm glad I haven't gone off into a different person like group member 4 has.

Anyway. See you soon peeps, I'm getting the hang of this blogging thing!