I have a scan through tumblr every couple of days and have come to the conclusion that it is just a big collection of pretty girls taking pictures of their nice hair and perfectly toned/ tanned legs somewhere sunny.
Why do I torment myself with this sort of stuff?!
I haven’t got the greatest of self esteems to start with and then I torture myself by looking at beautiful people that I will never look like. It’s just depressing and makes me realise how awkward and self conscious I really am.

I haven’t been on tumblr for ages because I can never think of anything to write about these days, everything just goes on twitter.
I might have to try this reblogging thing that everyone seems so fond of just so my blog doesn’t look so dull

Are you calling me fat?

Last night I had a dream that I was in the shop in the common room at college and I went to get a chicken sandwich (which was already strange because I hate college sandwiches) then when I went to pick it up this teacher took it first and bought it. Then the shop turned into a supermarket and the shop lady said that I should just buy some bread and some chicken so I bought a pack of sliced chicken.

Then when I got it back to the table everyone was like “why have you got a chicken” and I looked at it and instead of a pack of chicken there was a live chicken on the table. It then started to grow really big and came towards me with its wings flapping all over the place and chased me out of the common room. 

So would anyone like to tell me what my unconscious mind is trying to tell me? Or perhaps I’d rather not know. I reckon Freud would have some bizarre explanation for it…

You know that Skittles advert where the guy touches things and turns them into Skittles? I have a few issues with it.

Firstly how did he manage to put clothes on without turning them to Skittles? If it’s his skin which turns things into skittles then even if he managed to get the clothes on then as soon as they touch his skin they would turn to skittles and he would be naked again. If we assume that it’s just his fingers or hands that turn things to Skittles then he wouldn’t be able to put the clothes on without touching them, he would have to get someone to dress him everyday which would be awful.

Secondly how did he conceive this newborn child? He can’t touch anything without turning it into Skittles so presumably he couldn’t conceive a child naturally without turning his wife/girlfriend/one night stand into Skittles. He could try artificial insemination but what would be the point? He can’t exactly help look after the child so he wouldn’t be a very good dad and there’s the chance that the child would get the same condition.

I like Skittles but I’d hate to have everything turn into Skittles when I touch it, one bag is enough for me to be honest. If I were that guy then I would just kill myself… Although I don’t suppose he would be able to because he couldn’t hold the gun or pills or rope etc. He could still jump in front of a bus though.

It worries me that this is what goes through my mind when I watch adverts.

When I read the first line of this I thought it was going to be a lovely message then read the rest of it and realised it was spam. Well thank you for building my dreams up then tearing them away from me without a care for my feelings. That was so kind of you. I mean just once it would be nice to have someone compliment my blog or ask me questions but no, all I ever get is spam. I hope you’re very happy with yourself. In fact scrap that, you’re not worthy of my sarcasm. I hope you feel physically ill because of your actions, I hope you lay in bed tonight unable to sleep because you are so distraught about making me upset. 

Have a nice day. Dickhead.

I’m sick of my sister constantly getting her own way, she’s a spoilt brat.

I didn’t want to watch x-factor but I had to because she refused not to watch it because One Direction was on it. Fair enough but then she wants to watch Xtra Factor instead of I’m a Celebrity which I want to watch. I wouldn’t mind but I’ve been looking forward to this all week and have said for ages that I want to watch it.

Well she can piss off, for once I’ve got my own way and am actually watching what I want to watch so if she thinks she’s going to sit and talk through it she’s got another thing coming.

dannieoakes:

This is well good quality to say it was zoomed in loads..

Matt Cardle! :D

I think I have another English essay to do but I really can’t be bothered. I’m sick of trying to do these essays with barely any notes and no essay plan or anything. How the bloody hell am I supposed to write a whole essay if I don’t know what’s supposed to be in it?

Every other class gets real notes and told what to do whereas we just read the play and don’t make any notes. We don’t even get decent feedback from the essays we hand in, just a grade and a little bit about what’s in it. I like to get back quite a lot of feedback that tells me pretty much exactly what I need to do to improve. I’m never going to get any better at these essays if the teachers don’t tell me how. I’m not a sodding mind reader!

I wouldn’t be too bothered if I was at least doing well in my other subjects but I’m pretty sure I failed my intention test in law the other so I’ll need to resit that on friday and I got some psychology homework back today that I did ages ago and I failed that so college isn’t going too well at the moment. And now I have ucas to stress about, I just want to apply to uni and get it over with because I’m starting to worry that nowhere’s going to accept me.

I’m absolutely sick of college. I hate everything about it, if it wasn’t for wanting to go to university then I would have left by now. I don’t care if we’re not allowed to slag it off online, they can piss off because no one actually reads my blog anyway so it’s not like they’ll be offended. 

I got an email earlier saying that my english lesson is cancelled tomorrow which usually I’d be happy about but that means that I have to come in for one lesson at 10 which finishes at 11 then not have another lesson until 2 o’clock. I’m already losing the will to live every monday when I have to sit around for 3 hours but now I have to add an extra hour on to that after dinner. I don’t even know who has a free then so I could be sat by myself. I already hate the common room but after tomorrow I don’t think I’ll ever want to set foot in there again.

And then there’s the stress of trying to apply for uni. I’m practically having a mental breakdown over the fact that I’m crap at writing a personal statement and then college is giving me loads of homework to do on top of it. I’m struggling enough to cope with college work anyway without adding more stress to it.

I just want year 13 to be over, I can’t take much longer of that place. I don’t understand why they think I have plenty of time to do work. Believe it or not I do want some sort of a social life and time to relax as well as having a job. I try to put effort in with college but it just gets me down if I have to come home from spending 6 hours there and start doing more work. I can’t live like I did last year, I never had anytime for myself and it was awful. By the end of the year I was in college 9-4 nearly everyday then came home and did college work until I went to bed every night. I know uni’s supposed to be a lot more work and it’s harder but anything has to be better than college. And anywhere has to be better than home.