My Fight Against My Sedetary Lifestyle

So, yes I finally did it. I joined a gym. It took me ages to finally pluck up the courage to do so, but due to relatively soon plans, I need to get into shape to keep up with everyone else. I must say gyms are fun! Seriously, I never expected to like it there, but it's really nice, overly clean, and there are TVs on at the cycling machines and treadmills and whatnot. More people should go to them, especially when you're bored and at a loose end, if you go to the council ones they are actually pretty nice. But it's sad that one has to resort to such things as trivial sport just to be a decent amount of healthy, it's quite a shame that that's how life is these days, people are either too busy to do anything or doing competitive sport with friends or not doing nearly enough at all. I'm the latter. Obviously! So yeah, gyms are good places, my lesson of the day : ) Oh wait, I was calling these things thought of the day not so long ago. Thought of the day then.

Rabbit Heart.

It seems interesting to me, that I have spent so much of my life listening to music at ridiculously loud volumes in the attempt to either escape the dullest of bus journeys or to avoid conversation like the plague. What I've begun to notice as, as I have been doing this, I have become less intelligent. Hence the reason for writing this blog entry, a note to myself and all those that read this. I once had a lot of aspirations, had lots of potential and swarms of intelligence. I could remember things. A lot of things. I could actually trust my memory and not read at such a languid pace that it would take me a ridiculously long time to actually understand what it is I am reading. This is a testimony to intellect. I'm a melodramatic person, in case you hadn't noticed. But maybe that's what acting does to you. 'Teenage' is an angst one spends their adolescence either embracing it or trying to run as fast as they can from it. I think I'm both. Yes, both melodramatic and indecisive. What a catch!
But I mean what I say about my smarts. It terrifies me. I can't spell nor can I actually place words. It took me a good two minutes to come up with the word 'handcuffs' as I stood outside this really weird stall in Camden commenting on how everywhere seems to have fluffy... whatyoumercallits, and then started making idiotic arm miming. Apparently this was 'sweet'.
Yes, I have finally been to Camden market today. Only bought a Mickey & Miney Mouse badge but it's a nice place, smells werid though... And there were alot of bongs or whatever you call those drug taking things. Crazy.

R.I.P Micheal Jackson

I do feel for him. Really I do, but I can't help but provide dodgy satire for it.

1. Why would you interview your showbiz reporter, when they are in the middle of a hippy filled field called Glastonbury?! Although, he probably knows more than that newscaster does, due to the legends that are Twitter and a Wi-Fi connection.

2. Wouldn't this be a great way to promote a tour if it was all an intricate lie?

3. If he was so weak, how did he manage to end up being contracted for 50 DATES of a tour?

4. If you got a ticket for the aforementioned tour, get a refund.

5. It's interesting to see how everyone is crying for him, when if this happened 10 years ago, all would be shouting that the 'child molester' has had his comeuppance?

6. It's interesting to see so much traffic on Facebook due to this, their server must be feeling the pressure!

7. The BBC cancelled (what I'm guessing is a repeat of) Question Time to interview random people about Micheal Jackson, although, they did get Uri Geller.

8. I'm not looking forward to the abundance of 'We *heart* Micheal Jackson' memorabilia.

9. 50 is not much of a long life, looking at what he looked like when young, it's pretty much turned out into a 'Whodathunkit' moment.

10. The BBC already have The life of Jackson short trailers going on. I bet they were making them as soon as any rumour went down.

Poor old dude.

The Poor Old Scapegoat

Is it me or are the Telegraph becoming the puppet of No 10? It seems at in the hype of the MP scandal here in the UK, it seems that this newspaper is continuously the first to be dishing out the first scoop. Whatever happened to good old fashioned freedom of speech? I highly doubt that the Telegraph did not get a bit of money here and there on the nab.

Secondly, could people PLEASE LEAVE GORDON BROWN ALONE! Yes, I get it, parliament is practically falling to pieces and he's supposed to be in charge. But think about it, he is one man. Yes, he is supposed to be in charge and what have you, but I think that there is no reason to be blaming him for the actions of MPs. I doubt the poor fool even knew that this was going on, and yet he's the scape goat, which is probably only the case because few people liked him anyway. But he is a good man, and I'd rather have the country run by a man who is genuinely a good person, than someone who is more interested in their superficial irritatingly persuasive words (David Cameron for instance). But now, alas, this time bomb (which would have gone off on whoever took over Blair) has blown, and parliament is in such hot water, that now, someone else has to take over, which isn't fair because Brown was unlucky, had the situation been different he'd have had a much better legacy.

Had Enough

I have literally reached the end of my tether as far as revision is going for my GCSEs. I have 4 exams over two days (in two days) and I am not prepared for any of them, regardless of the fact that I have spent hours trying to learn all the things I should have been taught at school, but wasn't. This is due to the fact that my school (As far as actual education goes) is pretty atrocious. I, am in the top 16 in terms of academic ability in my year, but I'm not that intelligent! That is a great example of how useless my school is. Although it must be said that, my school is alright in terms of being safe etc.

The first of this season's exam period was AQA RE, Paper 1, what a shambles. The school ran out of room for us to do the exam, so I ended up doing it in my old form room, taking all the exam adrenaline out of me which usually makes me perform a modicum better than I did (though at least I actually knew the scripture this time). No one knew what was going on or where each person was meant to go, because the single copies of the exam seating were stuck up in a rather inconvenient space on the corridor which other people use frequently. To make matters worse, the actual seating plan was on many sheets for the many places the exams were and made it impossible to find your name quickly.

Once I had finally managed to find my seat, after going into the wrong room and having a friend have to call after me, I discovered to my joy that my seat was so close to the back row of computers in the room, that getting into the seat was a slight struggle.

In this one exam period I will have 16 Papers to sit. Most of which will be 2 squashed on the same day (and one 3 because 2 are 45 minutes long) how on Earth do these schools and exam boards expect me to do well at all if I'm being given all these exams at the same time? I can't revise the night before, even, because I fall asleep really early (usually). And since most subjects have been either rushed, so I cannot absorb half of it, or not taught at all, so I don't have anything to revise, more like learn from scratch the night before and then still don't understand it; I'm pretty much giving up. Although I probably will start revising again as soon as I finish this piece of procrastination! But the severe feeling on despair is rife in my thoughts and causing great woe upon my person. I want to do well and be happy and fulfil all the aspirations I had once had at the beginning of year 10, and yet now all I want is to crawl back to bed and never leave it. What a shadow of a person this stupid and rather unnecessary set of qualifications have made me.

I think I'll watch I'm On A Boat to cheer me up....

Thought of The Day

As I cannot be bothered (the true symptoms of adolescence have really kicked in) to have a proper blog, I shall do Thoughts of the Day, it's still basically a blog... But shorter. Like the Coffee House on Spectator.

I was just watching Family Guy, Season 7 (I got my Freeview back within 24 hours!) and even though I've already seen a couple of episodes illegally, I finally got to see the 'I Dream of Jesus' episode, which I had been previously skirting around due to my Christian beliefs, although, to be quite honest, most people that condemn Family Guy are hardly Christian themselves, most of them say 'Oh My God' don't they? But that's beside the point, so I was watching it, and in it, Peter (the fat guy) becomes friends with Jesus after bumping into him in a record store, and convinces him to show himself and become famous. Now, okay, yes it's blasphemous, and that I do agree, but it does make you wonder though... How many of us so called 'Christians' (regardless of denomination) would accept Jesus if he suddenly came back tomorrow?

Yeah... That's my thought of the day : )

The Great Injustice

I've been so angered today that I feel I must record this in some way, it is proof, evidence of the fact that ageism is everywhere. And when I say ageism I do not mean it in the traditional sense.
So, the school thinks that it is smart. Hmm, let's make 3 exams happen in 1 hall, yes, what could possibly go wrong?
What a ruddy joke.
This stupid idea of saving space may have actually worked had there been anyone of any common sense and remote understanding to supervise such an elaborate idea. The AQA Geography exam lasts 1 hour 45 mins whilst the other two exams, Food Tec (I think) and Drama lasted 2 hours. To solve this some dimwit said hmm, let's force the Geography group revise for half an hour before their test- in the actual exam hall. Which even if executed properly, would still have left a gap of 15 mins meaning that no matter what happens someone is going to have to disturb someone else by leaving earlier than them. So what ever the point of that revision plan was, it failed.

This was not helped by the ignorant, foolish, stupid, unfathomably dumb teachers and that old woman that's only there for exams who no one actually listens to anyway, and even if they do it's out of wanting to get a grade after the exam and certainly not out of great respect to her. I was left momentarily speechless at the possibility of someone being so ignorant and plainly, ageist to not listen to the numerable students looking at the time at the board and going- huh?
That woman, that stupid old woman decided that the revision was actually part of the exam. In what backwards age or country does someone have an exam which includes revision? Is there an exam on Revising as a subject? No. Because revision is not an exam.
But to this woman it just has to be- right? I complained to her about four times. Four bloody times. I tried to be polite, respectful and explain calmly that on the front of the paper (which I had showed her) it states in bold type 1hr 45mins. How can it be any clearer?
What made even less sense, if there was any there to begin with was that after myself and Pauline and Ijoema brought this to her attention, Mr Smith waltzes in and after a bit of what I can only guess was incoherent babbling, she manages to change the time about 5 times though I was far to angry to count. By the end, about 35 mins was taken from us. Stolen. There is a reason why we are given nearly 2 hours, because the test is bloody long. I'd like to see her try it. To lose such a vast amount of exam time is purely ridiculous.

That woman must be the most ageist person on the planet and so was her so called young accomplice Mr Rowley who didn't even have the guts to as us what the problem was and just went along with whatever the adult said. Can you imagine?! Age is but a number, it does not mean for a second that suddenly this woman knows everything there is to know about GCSEs, when we- the young people are sitting them! We are the ones who are losing out- not them, they still get paid. Do we? No, it's for our benefit. We were ignored kicked out (when the given time was up) and so, we were practically shouting as soon as we left the door. Swear words came from my mouth and I was sure to be shaking wishing I could knock some sense into these so called authority figures. And yet, that English teacher comes out and has the audacity to kick us out, practically pushing us out the door, claiming that it's 'irrelevant' now, because it's 'over'. But no- it is not, apparently we have 35 mins left before we have to go anywhere.

So there we were, shunned out into the bitter cold of St George's Rd. And so we loitered. Angry and all in all, pretty pissed off. If I had been a few years older, maybe that woman wouldn't have been so quick to not listen, or wouldn't have looked down at me so patronising by my third attempt to explain saying 'the exam is not as long as you think'. Well, what would I know, it's not like I've actually done this exam for my mocks last year or anything? And in hindsight I would have said that in an equally patronising tone to hers, accept I was too flabbergasted to respond.

So we took matters into our own hands, and a large group of us made an epic march back into the school, to the reception and politely asked that a message should be given to our Geo. teacher making sure that there is no way that she can wriggle out of giving us time on Friday to finish. We may have lost the battle in the Hall, but we will win the war.

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Not my most eloquent of arguments but I'm too speechless about how someone could be so stupid to even find the write words to actually express how frustrating it all was.