To cancel my lovefilm, or not to cancel my lovefilm...
That is the question… I get 2 rentals a month for £4.07, which is below average… And I loved it to start with, but have neglected it since. I feel better doing it than live streaming, as I’m only messing with the industry I plan to work in that way… if you know what I mean? But it’s a little dent in my account.
Don’t get me wrong, I love films and watching as many as possible, and I can afford it at the mo as I’m back to work full time, but still… when I’m a student I’ll need to save the dollar, so should I just start now?
Student Finance sends me an email stating that they've made me an offer...
Yet there’s no such offer on my account.
Lying bastards. Such a shit service, can’t even begin to tell you! Good luck for those applying in future years, the temptation to jump infront of a bus when completing the form is high and the results are also equally shit.
So a couple of the boys from college went on a euro road trip thangggg and they look like they had tons of fun and I’m super jealous. They went to a handful of countries, did loads of touristy stuff and took epic photos.
Just got home from a nice 5 hour shift - sun was shining, food tables were tipping, it was good yarrr. Knackered though of course, and just wanna chill when I get home Problem is, is that my Mum’s a battle-axe psychopath and decided to tell me I’m a shit daughter that’s really lazy and does (and I quote) 'absolutely nothing whatsoever to help in the house, ever'.
Cool yeah, who’s the one that’s been at work for 5 hours just now? And the one that cleaned this morning? And the one that cleaned the house when you were away, top to bottom, in and out? And the one that was doing alevels, working and partly looking after Oliver during term time when you were off on your jollys? And the one that splits the washing, does her own ironing, cooks and shares the chores in general? And the one with the tidier bedroom, and the one that’s more likely to wash up, and the one who makes you cups of tea, etc etc etc.
Get out. You’re the one that sits on your arse when you get home from work and leaves uni essays til the last minute - you make it sound like death, when in fact you’ve had about 6 essays all year - wow, welcome to my world. It’s a hard life clearly.
Yes I appreciate my mother works and earns the ‘daily bread’ as it were, but I work too - she doesn’t pay for things for me, aside from family meals and I only ever ask her for money if I really need it, and I pay her back. And she doesn’t even pay our bills - my ex stepdad does that. She’s put a roof over my head (sort of), she bought my prom dress (a big one off thing - nearly fainted when she offered), she does some of my washing and she does pick me up if I really need it. I am very grateful for all of those things and always will be. But she can’t go around calling me lazy - half the people my age I know can’t cook for themselves, don’t clean, don’t iron, don’t even have a job. And she moans at me?
Yeah sure, I’m in a lazy mood now. I’ve just been at work, been coughing like a trooper, need sleep. No, I’m not complaining - I love work :) And I don’t want people to think I’m making up excuses and whatnot, because yes I know I could do more to help. But lazy? Lazy? Is she having a fucking laugh? Get outtttttttt.
I love how I’ve just got home from work, running around non stop, and have returned and cleaned up mum’s mess in the kitchen and wiped down, while she’s lying on the sofa with a glass of wine and a packet of crisps. Complete joke.
WOW, I have severe battle-axe PMT and I’m not afraid to use it!
I lost loads of weight in hospital, and my boobs have shrunk (as well as my backside and waist :( OH :( ) I’ve gone from a D back to a C. Fuck my life! Suggestions of things to eat so I get a nice and plumped up rack again? CHEEEEEEERS!
General rule for girls with no boobs and a skinny frame:
Don’t wear a low cut vest top that’s likely to slide down and flash yo’ bra. Then we can see the real damage of the bee stings, and you look kinda like a small child. High neck tops or real plunging necklines look far better :)
Just sayin’. (seen some dodgy photos of me back in the days of no boobs - natttt cool!)
So the long and short of it is, is that my boyfriend cheats on me with some nasty girl, he tells me, I don’t know what to do about it. We then find out that the girl dies from a mutation of an STI that she’s contracted. Slowly, one by one, her sexual partners start to die. My boyfriend doesn’t think the deaths are connected as the males seem like unlikely matches for the easy lay - not that I care about what he thinks at this time, because I’m ignoring him. He doesn’t deserve my attention in this dream - I saw partially what happened and went all numb, so there’s no way I’m ready to even consider going near him again.
Anyway, time goes by and I decide we need to talk, on my terms. I arrange to meet him at a mutual place (a coffee shop) but when I get there I can’t see him, I just see loads of people on the floor. He’s dying, in this coffee shop, and instead of watching, I turn and walk. And keep on walking until my feet get sore.
I’m so angry because of what he did in my dream, and the way he acted like it was all ok and whatnot. And I’m angry at the stupid girl. And I’m angry that I walked away. I know this is only a dream but I’ve seriously rattled my own cage.
God knows what i’d do if I was ever cheated on (and found out - I’m sure one or two have cheated but they’ve never admitted it). I think my emotion would start as sadness and anger and turn to numbness. A kiss would affect me less than sex, but would still ruin things for me. Eurghhhh, I’m in a man hating, slut hating mood this morning. Deffo got me a strong dose of PMT :(
There are two things, regarding Katie Price, of which I'm certain
I think that Katie is still, despite her hard-nosed tough girl image, the most vulnerable celebrity brand out there. She comes under such scrutiny that I cannot genuinely believe that she’s still going. She’s on a roll, she’s got an entrepreneurial mindset and she’s not stopping for anyone. However, this need to beat the system and to be happy despite the unhappiness in her life says something to me; I reckon she’ll never be truly satisfied. The men she meets are never enough, her jobs and projects are never enough, the things her kids own are never enough. I hope that one day she stops and is truly content, but I just fear that money and power over the press is what drives her, not the pursuit of happiness.
I think that Katie Price is a woman to behold - she’s strong as ox when it comes to her beliefs and I think a lot of women, and men too, should take tips from her in that respect. She’s grateful for absolutely everything she has - you can see that, despite being a celebrity brand, she does work reasonably hard for what she’s achieved - she’s not work shy, and she’s built herself up off her own back. Good on her.
This isn’t weird out-of-the-blue talking by the way, she was on Loose Women while I was munching on Nutella. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a number one fan, I just think she shouldn’t be put down for trying. Her interviews are sadly becoming more and more serious as the years go by, showing that the media and all these constant questions are grating on her. I really do hope she stops and just takes time out, for her sake and for the kids. I hope she’s happy with her fella too, and I hope that she one day actually sits down and writes an entire book for herself. It’s a shame she didn’t write any of the previous 42 releases alone, and this just gives people more to criticise.
I’ve got to leave to get to work in around 4 hours (unless Mum gives me a lift :’)) and I need to get washed and stuff before I go. I just can’t be bothered though. The sky is grey and I probably don’t have tips to look forward to tonight (I do get paid, but I’m running as a favour tonight and that never produces good tippage) so I’m not glum, just not enthused either.
I really need some chocolatey goodness and a nice bit of nebuliser action, before I crack on with the day. Not that I can be arsed whatsoever. I’d like a snuggle and some more sleep, if you don’t mind.
Don’t get me wrong, I think being part of a religious community can be a good thing, but seeing people younger than me ‘devoting their lives’ to someone who may or may not exist, to any degree… it’s worrying.
I think what’s wrong here is that she doesn’t only believe, she thinks if she steps out of line she’ll be seen as a sinner or what not. People make mistakes, it’s only natural, despite your religion, the bible isn’t the be all and end all.
Genuinely think the girl I’ve been reading about has been brainwashed by her parents, just from the way she talks.
I want my kids to make up their own minds, I’m not going to bring them up to believe anything in particular.
As you can see, sleeping attempt one failed. The neighbours were karaoke-ing. Think they’ve stopped now though… waheyyyy! SLEEP.
i hate the “honeymoon period” phrase. people assume your high feelings for each other will fade and that you won’t stay as happy as you start out. love seems pointless if you think it’s going to fade and you’ll eventually become unhappy. so, i will always remain positive about love. sure, it can rip out your heart and tear into pieces but it also makes you feel alive. it might not always last, but even if it’s just for a night, at least you have felt it. some never do.
I can't help wanting to talk out loud in a Welsh accent (valleys style, y'know how it is)
Just watching Kids Behind Bars y’see, and one of the girls had a reallllly strong accent.
It was a really interesting programme actually. I can’t believe how much we change from the ages of those girls (14/15) to now. I mean, I was never a trouble maker really, but I can relate to the way they feel sometimes y’know? From things that went on back in the day.
Ahh, the people that work at the institution are saints, I’ll tell you that for nothing. Some of the girls are such hard work, they deserve a bloody medal.
Y’know, if I didn’t make it into film and whatnot, I think I’d quite like to work with troublesome teenagers. Is that weird?
Y’know when someone says something really… blonde (not anti blonde, obviously, and not all blondes are ditzy or stupid, it’s just the most ‘fitting’ colloquialism right now, y’know?) AND you can’t help but correct them?
I just burst out laughing. I feel like a terrible person.
Jokes, I secretly enjoyed it.
I think everyone secretly enjoys it at times. Not doing it to make myself ‘feel better’ or anything, just fancied being pedantic. Roughen up the nicey nice girl image…
Must remember: too young, want to go to uni, don’t have the money, MUST WAIT UNTIL SETTLED BEFORE MAKING STUNNING BABIES (this doesn’t have to include a man by the way, I will willingly steal sperm if the time is right… ;))
Just. Wow. I really do hope you meet a girl that makes your life hell, just for a little while, or you meet a gaggle of gorgeous women that just don’t think you’re all that, so that you finally realise you’re not the ‘chosen one’/God’s gift to women.
I feel sorry for the girls that fall for it.
I’m sorry kids, I’ve just been metaphorically frying panned in the face with realisation, after I saw something weird the other night.
Wow, my boyfriend is God, a saint in comparison (or a devil, both work for me… ;)), I’m a lucky one!
Please get your head out of your arse - you aren’t gods gift love - just because you’re ‘tumblr famous’ doesn’t mean you can say horrible things and expect everyone to agree.
What even is that? Tumblr famous? What’s the point? And being an arsehole just to be controversial, is that the thing to do these days? Absolute joke.
Don’t get me wrong, not everything I say is sweetnessand light (like this for example) but I don’t think that my opinion is the be all and end all, unlike some folks on here. I could’ve give two fucks about being controversial, cool, ‘famous’. I’m happy with just being myself, a mostly pleasant self (I hope!), Emma Kingston, at schoolofcharmmentality.tumblr.com.