Asking for money...from parents.

I sometimes think that parents think people can still live off a twopence and a slice of bread...and possibly some bacon fat. This drives me mad. I know every little helps when it comes to money, but I'm not 12 years old any more and cannot live on a fiver...despite what my elders seem to think. The nutters.

I just finished all my lecture for Gender, Culture and Popular Media. It's a sad time. I will miss the Steinberg and her "gender does not exist in a vacuum","vis-a-vis this and vis a vis that" and "heteronormativity". All of these are said with a slightly twangy American accent.

Why do Americans say "ass-burgers" for "aspergers"??? It's a bit weird.

I love Hipster Kitty <3

Bitter

My essays will all be over in just over 2 weeks. I will have written 14,000 words. University of Warwick, you cut me deep, you really do. I'll have a few days off and begin revision for my 50% exams. Term 3 is ridiculously difficult and I've not even started it yet.

Enough emo crap. I'm feeling a bit drained after a week in the library (except Tuesday, I skipped that day). I had a meeting with the lovely education lady Sarah for Warwick Volunteers to become a project leader for mentoring. She said she'd definitely let me do it next year, which is exciting!! I do love mentoring and I'll get to be all responsible, so I get to sit at the stall next year at the Volunteer's Fair in Fresher's Week...and send all the emails and such, and have tons of responsibility, but it's so fun :). She said she'd also try and get me on to the Aim Higher Associate's Scheme, which involves going in to schools every week, like I already do, but this position is paid. Even if there are no places left on that scheme, I'll still be really happy doing the mentoring :)

The reason this post is called bitter is because of the following;
- I'm drinking honey and lemon, I put a little bit too much lemon in
- I seem to be in a bitchy mood recently (more so than usual), analysing every little thing people do and thinking it's some kind of plot against me. I know this is insane.
- I have started to dislike some people when they've done nothing to me, personally. I just don't like who they are any more. I can't decide whether this is bad or not. Surely it's okay to dislike someone just because they're not your sort of person? Even if you have known them for ages. I feel like I'm betraying my past, as I know that it's probably me who has changed and not them. But the new me thinks they are a douche.

I said this blog would never be an emotional diary, and I don't think it has been yet. I never post anything that personal, it's usually just updates on my life. So deepest apologies if you are sickened by any expressions of  my human emotion.

Ramblings about people and fame

This blog genuinely has no purpose, I'm writing it to fill a gap between now and bed. So for anyone that actually reads this thing, it will be a collection of shit thoughts that probably do not matter to you at all. Feel free to read though.

I was discussing/bitching with Meg, after watching the most recent America's Next Top Model, how annoying it is when people either don't dress for their shape or seem to think they dress really well, when they don't. Me and Meg (Meg and I, Meg and me? I've no idea) are quite normal dressers, we wear normal clothes on a day to day basis, LIKE MOST PEOPLE, and our knowledge of fashion and clothes is probably just the same as a large majority of girls our age. This is obviously something everyone knows, and I'm not proclaiming that I am the first to say it, and that's the point. If people want to be noticed for something they have a passion for, they can't be doing what everyone else is doing (unless you're another indie band, because they're all so very similar and still all achieve fame, weirdos). The reason people (usually...) gain success is by being different. Again, I'm saying nothing new, this is why I told whoever you are not to bother reading this, as you'll have heard it a million times. My main point is, if you want to achieve fame, whether it's internet fame or Jimi Hendrix fame, you can't just get your name heard and expect everyone to be a fan, the thing you're trying to be famous for has to be good as well. I don't see why this isn't obvious to people, well...okay, it is obvious to the majority of people, but the majority aren't seeking fame (I'd like to think that anyway).

I dislike people who actively seek fame, as if it's the answer to all their problems. I enjoy recognition as much as anyone...okay that's quite possibly a bit of a lie, as I hate not being recognised for something I've done. I get really angry. That's not me seeking fame though, obviously, it's just me wanting a right to the recognition I feel I deserve (in some cases I am being a whiney attention seeking bitch though). I dislike the need that some people have to be first to EVERYTHING, especially those knobs on YouTube comments who put "first". I guarantee that each one of those people IRL is a prick...or at least a prick on the internet, which is really the worst sort of prick. Fame is terrifying, I genuinely would not be able to cope with it, and I don't think the majority of people would be able to cope with it, as much as they think they might. Jeez, even famous people can't cope with it. Associating one thing (especially one that is so unlikely) with some kind of eternal happiness is so painfully naive and kind of douchey.

I enjoy writing all this crap, knowing that whoever reads it will be no smarter (but probably a bit more stupid) than before reading it.

I like documenting my life in this blog because I have a slight fear of forgetting everything that once mattered to me, even if the stuff that did matter was commonplace and really wasn't important enough to be remembered in the first place.

Non-home comforts.

My current home is a building site. The carpet is up, there are holes in the floor where they're changing pipes, the bathroom has been ripped out and everyone is stressed. It's just stressful, for everyone, even the dog (as she has to be kept in one room so she doesn't fall down the holes in the floor, ha). As much as living in a new house is excited, waking up to bleeping, hammers and drills every morning just ain't my thing.

This is why I'm glad to be back at uni. Obviously I'll miss home, well...at the moment I don't miss that house, I miss the people in that house. But being at uni means I'm back in control of everything I do, control is good, deciding things for myself is very important to me, I hate being restricted by home, which is weird, cos I never really felt 'restricted' until this holiday. Things like buying and cooking what I want to eat, not having to be answerable to anyone when I go anywhere, getting up whenever I want and not having anyone comment when I do eventually get downstairs, the internet at uni is better (ha), home can be lonely when rents are at work and friends are away. I think I'm just growing up and realising that living away from home ISN'T-THAT-SCARY.

I plan to write about 700 words today and then 600 words tomorrow and hopefully that'll add to the 1700 words I already have, and be one essay done. HURRAH. I have every hope I can do it. As 700 words in a day is not hard. I really hope these essays turn out okay. I'm so worried that I think they're good and they'll be shite :|

I'm going to piss off now and watch some stuff on politics to get my fix. General election soooooon, OOoOoOoh. Then I shall begin my essay. BOOM, I WILL DO THIS.

I'd much rather be at Rampley's house having tea and cake <3

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"Sophie, the politicsy shit is on the tv" "Ahh thanks for calling my interests shit, YOU SHIT"

Okay, so firstly, the formalities. Hello blog, it's been a while! I've been moving house, it's been hectic. Hearing my Dad complain he can't find anything is now more than standard...what is more than standard, just annoyingly all the time? I've no idea, but he says he can't find things too much for my liking. I have painted my room white, need to do a second coat as it's a wee pit patchy. I've written about 3500/14000 words. Such a fail, but I'll hopefully knock this up to 5000 by the end of the week :) Which is perfectly fine...kinda sorta. Pah!! I go back to uni on Wednesday (a week and a half early, madness), so I can get work done. BOOM.

I'm very aware 'politicsy' isn't a word, but I don't care. I will use it and enjoy using it as all you dictionary weirdos squirm (I know that dictionary weirdos are quite few and far between, and if they enjoy good spelling and grammar my blog is the least likely place they'll be). Anyway, they announced the general election which was shockingly on that date that everyone thought it was on, May 6th. If it hadn't been that date I would have found it hilarious (I know it's not that funny). Obviously many campaign billboards have been out for a while, none of them are petty or bitchy or cheesy at all. Not a single one *rolls eyes*

Have a gander at a few favourite rip offs/general funny ones.

Not only are some of these posters HILARIOUS, but a lot of them make a point. Probably not the ones I've just posted, although I think the third poster is quite important. David Cameron, when questioned about the airbrushing, said he had a "baby face". He's in his 40s. No-one in their 40s looks like that. I'm just going to say it's all a bit wishy-washy and be done with it. I am genuinely interested in politics and watching "Election 2010" coverage on the BBC whenever I find a spare second does make me weirdly happy, I just like being informed. I obviously don't expect anyone to be this bothered about anything I've written so far, not many people I know seem to be. Although I think anyone reading this should REGISTER TO VOTE ASAP. Please :)

I'm currently thinking of ways to accessorize my room. I want to have lots of pretty frames, lots of colour and lots of patterns. I just want a room with personality. Something that is my own and I can look at and be so proud because I did it all myself. That is my mission this summer. That...and to read the books I bought to read last summer and ended up buying more books and reading those instead. I suppose it's all knowledge, in some way or another.

I'm just going to plod along through the next few months, hope that it doesn't rain too much, and hope my parents buy me nice carpet for my room. Oh and pass my 2nd year of uni, that'd be quite nice.