Eating worms and paedophile hiding places.

Hi, so as you guessed from my title, I've eaten worms or well I hope I haven’t but all the evidence points to the fact I have.  Anyway recently I have been going for a lot of bike rides, well since the summer holiday has started, and well it’s usually one of the ways to get out the house. Oh and that, I don’t want to feel how I felt on that bike ride I went to, with my school. So, I went on my own, as me and my sister had an argument, and well I hate dragging people to do things I want. So like a loner I am, I went round this national park, and it was pretty big, so whenever I stopped I had a drink of water or ate some of the blackberries which were growing just about everywhere but the ground. there are these places in the park, which my sister doesn't really like going to, as nobody is there, and it’s usually attacked by nettles. As I was on my own I decided that I would go, and see where the path out take me, and so I went and like I said no one was there. So in my head I had this heroic sound, or it was the theme to pink panther, and I traveled these narrow, weeded path and I ended up in the same place I started. Which cheesed me off, and not the cheddar kind either! Then I heard a noise. And this creeped me out, considering I was the only one there. It was like a ruffling, noise, and then suddenly in my head I just though “Omg, pedos must hid here, waiting for kiddies! Shit, fuck, shit, kids, shit. ” and that’s when I rode my bike, like never before! Boy I was shitting myself! And then I was in the nice place, where you can actually see the light, and the sky. That’s also when I realised that, pedos like candy vans, and well happy places like small parks with swings. Where kids actually are! Hmmmpt, what an idiot I is! Ahh you must be wondering, so what about the worms. “TELL ME ABOUT THE WORMS” Okay, okay! So like I said I was eating blackberries, and so I went on my way back home, and I had this genius idea, of emptying out my water bottle, and putting the berries in there so my mum and dad can have some. So I did so collecting a lot, spending about 20 mins collecting about half a bottle of berries. And it was a big bottle. There I was, riding home on my bike, proud of myself, for picking lots of berries and hoping my mother would like them. When I reached home, I tipped the berries out, and ate one or two not that anyone’s counting. When I reached out for another berry, there were worms!  Dozens of them. So many just on the blackberries, I pick. I ATE! You also had my parents laughing, which was unfair. So very unfair!

Moral of this story? 

Parents love laughing at you, and then see you despair over every moving little thing. 

Summer is Here, and so is the chores!

Summers here! Well the holidays, and I have been looking forward to these for like ages! I mean the weekend was the first weekends were I did no homework or any revision what so ever. HAPPY! Six weeks of no school. And I should be like over the moon, but guess what I was doing this past weekend while all my amazing friends where chilling out, watching TV doing nothing. I WAS CLEANING WINDOWS. Yes my mother is that evil. Grrrrrr! and today, what did I do? I had to take out clothes which I didn't want (for the charity and that, clothes which don’t fit or I don’t want). And my mum was just sitting opposite, saying "why you chucking that away? You haven't even worn it?" "Ohh, you can still wear that!" and my replies were something simple like, “mum I've had this for 5 years, I'm not going to wear it. EVER!" and to that I get things like "wasting my money, stupid girl." so after she went downstairs, to make sure of something, I quickly, shoved all the clothes I didn't want. Yay I'm such a genius, let’s just hope she doesn't double check! Anyway, I have lots of plans for this holiday, and there you have my mother going, isn't cleaning, and doing chores just fun? And with my mother you don't have a choice but to agree, and that leads to doing more chores!

 "Having fun cleaning those windows?"

“Sure mum, time of my life"

 "Excellent, you can clean the kitchen windows tomorrow, then your sister's room".

And if you're thinking why don't you just say it's not fun, or you hate it? Well this is how it would go...

"Having fun cleaning windows?"

"No, mum I hate it! Why don't you do it?" 

"Excuse me. Excuse me, you little spoilt brat! Who do you think you are? I never said that to my mother when I was you're age! I have to do everything in the house, and all I've asked you is to clean the windows and you're complaining. And you don't even pay the damn bills!

"Sorry mum, I'll even clean the outside" 

"Wait till your father hears about this!"

"I said I'm sorry!" 

"Okay, do your sister's windows tomorrow then"

 No win situation really, great life right? Then at dinner time you get, "Do you know what, your good for nothing lazy daughter said to me?" or it'll go on for the next day and a half. Ahh my mother, not another one like her in the world ;]. And do you know what the most annoying thing is ever? When you've cleaned the windows, there sparkly clean, and the next thing you know it’s raining! RAINING and you've even cleaned the outside. That's when you think what the bloody point is?

   

Ohhhh guess what I did? I cycled 17miles, on a bike, well it was probably like 16miles, 'cause I couldn't cycle up hills, and I got tired really easily but who's counting? But whoever is reading this, advice I am giving you, if you're not a good cyclist DO NOT, I'm telling you EVER take up a cycling challenge ever! You die, in the first five minutes, and your thighs burn you, and it's just horrible, and when you have your break, and you think you're okay to go back on. THE PAIN! Boy, it's horrible, you wish you never stopped! Well, until next time, good bye!

Crappy Relatives and Indian Weddings

Hello, well don’t I just have a lot to tell you! First is that, at this moment of time, I am rather tired, and fed up over a numerous of things.  So this blog is going to be a bit of a complaining one! So I had to go to a wedding over the weekend, and well as you may know I am an Indian, so of course it was a rather long, boring crappy weekend. Hmpt. I might as well start from the beginning, as the celebration was quite far from where I live, I went to stay at my uncle’s house and to be far I never really liked him or as of matter of fact, his family as they are an annoying, lazy bunch of people who deserve each other. Well my uncle and aunt deserve each other. So there’s five of them altogether, uncle, aunt, two girls and one boy, and as you don’t really know, but will from now on, is that I love kids, any age (and not in the wrong way either!) but well, this family is bizarre, because their parents don’t give too shits, and don’t want to play with them, I’m stuck with them, for some unknown reason! I mean why can’t those little brats, like my sister more than me? Do I have some kind of magical powers which is attracting kiddies? Wow if I did, I would make a awesome “kid”napper not that I do, or that I am a pedo(which in fact I find disgusting, and any person who has this problem should have their bits removed) in any sort of form, all I have is pedo sunglasses :D.  And well, the food was disgusting I could have made better food with my eyes closed, for heaven’s sake! There was so much salt! And the worst part is, that her three year old child said she doesn’t even like the food, yet she’s too stupid to realise that the food is bad.  Or she just can’t taste, unlike her child who doesn’t even know what seasoning is. My aunt is so damn lazy,  she told me mum the night before not to wake her up early, so my mum didn’t wake her up and there she said about 5 in the morning, when me and my family were just about to leave she got up and, went to ask my mother why she didn’t wake her up. Anyway I woke up, 3 in the morning, to get ready and that, as we had to leave for about 20past 6. Oh but what time did we leave? Quarter to 8. I could have strangled someone, if I wasn’t too busy trying to figure out how to be comfortable in a coach. If you say, that you have to be ready and set at a certain time, why was there such a late leave? Goodness sake! And the food at the wedding was just as bad, oily and gross, and had no seasoning.  Food should be made, to a good standard or what is the bloody point of making it at all. And the thing is that, at ever damn wedding the food is pretty bad, and the process of the whole celebration is long a dreary, and you meet people you’re never going to see in your life again. The day is such a waste of time, you have to look nice, wake up early, and if you’re close to the member who is getting married, it’s even worse, as you have to be doing lot of work, and getting up early, and sleeping late, and well be there to do lots of Indian days before celebration. I can tell you from plenty of previous experiences that it is horrible!

I honestly am trying to think of something good to say about weddings, and I can’t think of anything! Nothing, what so ever, well nothing good about Indian wedding’s anyway! So if you ever, get invited to any Indian’s wedding, best friend or cousin, don’t go. It’s like a punishment for being awesome(well in my case anyway ;).

Meet Someone Famous!

Hey, well considering my last two post are rather, I must say sightful of my views, I thought I should do a post about me. And what interesting things happen in my life. Well that's zilch. My word of saying zero. But I met a awesome author today(well more as in the other day such as Monday 4th July) Graham Joyce, at Phoenix Art Centre, and we just watched a movie, and talked about it. When you finally met someone, who you respect (not that I've ever read any books of his) you feel as if you've been noticed. But then soon it gradually slips away. But it just makes you feel special, and like the "one". Haha, sorry I forgot to add the movies name. Matrix (this will explain some of the lame jokes I will make, that's if you have watched it. If not get your sorry ass some movie site and watch it!) I've watched this movie many times, but every time I watch it, it brings a totally different aspect to life, and to movies and science-fiction.  Anyway back to when to met someone respectful, well I've totally forgotten the point to that. Oh guess what! I got free ice cream. I was going to choose the tropical mango one but then I fell in love for the double chocolate. It's the brown things, can't help but love the brown 'uns. Well seeing that I've completely forgotten the point of this post, I am now going to go and make my self useful, maybe go and sit in one corner and think about how awesome I am. But be sure to check Graham out!
http://www.grahamjoyce.net/

Parents on Facebook, as your friend.

You live with them, see them, and suddenly you look at your friend requests on facebook, and you see that your Mum wants to be your friend. Or dad on that matter of fact. But, why would you want them there, and why are they adding you? I mean you see them every day don't you(and the other way around), and if you don't live with them that fine, but do you really want them to see drunken pictures of yourself? Sure some parents must be completely "cool" as some would say, but personally I think there should be a difference between parents and friends. I mean they taught you how to shit! Or at least put some limitations on what they see so they can keep the respect they have for you, and still be proud of you.
Okay fine,  your parents your friends on facebook but for God’s sake don't go and swear and say "My Mum's a b**ch, I hate her" she's just going to ground you then and plus that’s just plain pathetic. Idiot. There's also times were you have really strict parents, and they don't want you to have a boyfriend/girlfriend or they don't want you to go out with that particular boy/girl or they don't know you've lost your virginity yet. And being a friend on your facebook is one way to keep an eye on you so you "have" to accept and there you've got on your wall you've got, from that "special friend" things like "Oh you’re so good in bed" "I love you" or "I can't wait for Valentine’s Day, I have the perfect present!" And you are stupid enough to think that, your parents are complete idiots that they cannot figure out you have a  relationship with the bizarre friend which likes you and stalks you but you keep telling them no? (Or if that's the case, that you've lost your virginity) Yikes, where were you educated? Anyway all I'm trying to say, is that give your parents more credit then, well then you give them. Because first thing is that they're not stupid, second is that unfortunately you live with them, so to put it simply they control your life or if you don't live with them, and all you're money has gone on booze well who's going to help you, 'cause I can tell you right now it's not going to be me(: