Sunday 26 May 2013

Appreciation

My internet friend, Elly, is currently on holiday, and I think it's only now I realize how much she means to me. You know that feeling when nothing seems to be fulfilling, the only thing you can think of doing is nothing, everything seems pointless, and the only thing you want to do is talk to somebody who listens to your problems? That's kind of the issue I'm having right now. And it's because of this, that I realize how much I take Elly for granted.

Whenever I want somebody to talk to, she's there. She's not patronizing or judgmental; she just listens and cares and helps, and that's all I can really ask for. However, now she's not here, I really don't know who to go to. I don't trust many people, and I'm not trying to make a big point of this. All I mean is that I just want her to know that, as one of the only people who knows so much about my life, I appreciate her being there.

We've actually been talking for 10 months and 3 days now, which is extraordinary. I had always hoped our friendship would last this long, but never actually expected it to. I don't know why I thought such a thing, but we've made it this far, and I expect we'll probably keep talking online up until the moment where we can talk face-to-face. Which would be amazing, by the way.

But.. yes. I just felt the need to make this blog post, in hopes that she will see this and know how much I appreciate the fact our paths somehow crossed. You're the best friend somebody could ask for, and I thank you for that.

Soppy Amy time over. Peace out.

Friday 24 May 2013

Benjamin & Violins

I seen one of my favourite artists, Benjamin Francis Leftwich, on Tuesday, at Northumbria University! It was a small gig, but one of the best experiences of my life. My sister and I were one of the first to get in to the place they were playing, and got right to the front, which although was not a big priority for anybody else, was a giant one to me. I'm a pretty avid Benjamin Francis Leftwich fan, to say the least. 

And so, the gig went on, and he played all of his songs and a cover, and I got to see two pretty amazing supporting acts (Sivu and Lewis Watson, just in case you're curious), except he didn't sing my favourite song... yet. Out of nowhere, he unplugs his electro-acoustic guitar, and says: "I don't like being elevated. I'm coming down into the audience for my last song." And he jumps down, hops over the barrier, and sits right next to me.


The proof is in the p(icture)udding. Then, even better, he sings my absolute favourite song of his, Atlas Hands, and with shaky hands, I filmed the whole thing. He looked over at me a lot of times. Needless to say, I died. So then the gig ended and I was getting ready to leave and then suddenly I hear him say he'll be taking photos over at the little merchandise rack thing. And I lined up, and got a photo with him. I look a bit weird, but I don't really care.


Yup. That happened. Nobody at school really cared, so I decided to enlighten you, my dear blog, with my glorious story instead. In other news, my violin has still not been set up, but alternatively, Miss Green has let me borrow hers over the holiday.. it's so fun to play, I'm not even kidding. I believe to have picked it up pretty quickly, but more than likely, I'm doing it completely wrong, so I won't get my hopes up too much.

That is all, I'd like to think, so adios for now, and speak to you next time.

PS: Just realized all I've done all night is blog and play violin.. I am the Johnlock child.

Self-Consciousness

I'm self-conscious. At every possible chance, I'll check over my hair in the mirror; at any moment possible, I'll attempt to reapply the little bit of makeup I force myself to put on; at any given time, if somebody comments negatively on my appearance, I basically have a partial panic attack. I never used to really care, and I still wish I didn't, but I do.

In no way am I expecting you pity me or whatever, I think I just need to get this off my chest. I guess, everyone gets judged a lot and usually I don't care, because I'll just fight back ten times stronger. However, when it comes to my appearance, not so much, and I don't know why this is. Is it because I can't see how I look from another's point of view? Is it because I can't change how I look? Either way, it seems shallow that I care about my appearance so much, but it's not that. I just want to accepted. And doesn't everybody? I know I'm not the only one when I say this: there are millions of girls (and boys, minus the whole makeup thing) who feel the same way I do, but then, why do I feel so alone? 

It's not that I cannot defend myself, because I quite obviously can; it's been proven long ago that I can and do so when necessary. It's so hard to explain.. I know I'll probably never be able to confront my friends about this, because I know what they'll say: "Oh, but you don't need makeup Amy, you're beautiful. Your hair is pretty no matter what it looks like!" But if I don't feel beautiful, or pretty, then what's the point? 

I think I've always had issues with trusting people, and what they tell me. I don't know what sparked this, or why it is now such a serious problem in my life now, but it has happened, and it's affecting me. The only thing is that when I say this, I then feel like I'm trying to make you think I'm all upset or something. Yeah, I go through very rough times and so on, but I really don't have depression or anxiety. It's an offense to people who do to say that I do. I just have issues with trusting people, and their verdict on situations.

For example, my music teacher, Miss Green, had me record my song I wrote in music after school; I had to play the guitar and sing, and when I listened to the finished mixed version today (she's so kind, she actually took the time to record backing tracks, piano/violin intervals etc.), I was cringing at my voice. And though she said I was genuinely so, so good, I still couldn't find it in me to believe her, even though I know fine well that she would not lie to me.

One thing I'm not so self-conscious about now, however, is my weight. I have lost quite a bit and am proud of where I now stand, and though I would like to improve on it at some point in the future, I now don't feel like my weight could in anyway affect my future in a negative light. At least, I'd hope not. It's not exactly like I want to be a supermodel or anything. 

Anything else? Gah, I had something else to discuss, but it'll have to wait. Farewell, and I hope you've took something from this blog post... if that's possible. 

Wednesday 15 May 2013

Westovians & Worries

No, this blog post is not, in anyway, related to Westerners nor Whovians; Westovians is, however, the name of a theatre club I have been asked to join. At first, I gave it a miss, thinking I'd need to have the ability to act and sing and quite frankly, I can't do any of that. Not in front of people, anyway. But then my friend brought it to my attention that I don't need to do things on stage, but rather, can stay behind the scenes: paint the props, sort out the lights, create the costumes. And I think that's got me tempted.

I can't help but feel, though, as if I'll be far from accepted. It really isn't in my nature to make friends, and I often find it very difficult to feel welcomed in a community, even though I most likely am. Ugh, this is stressing me out, and I don't even know why.

Moving on, I've just been to see Star Trek and it was absolutely bloody flawless. It made me laugh, it made me sob, it made me speechless. Though I expected a lot, it was even better than my expectations. Anybody fancy going to see it with me again? Please. Words cannot even begin to describe my emotions towards that film. 

Wow, there's really been quite a lack of things going on in my life right now. It's all very stereotypical and I doubt you'd want to hear. One weird thing is, though, that today I actually did good in the subject known as Physical Education. Like, honestly, wow. And it was high jump. I shit you not. Very strange times, I cannot lie.

My brain is in whirlwind mode currently, and I honestly can't think why. Well, there's always the Westovians thing. It's very nerve-wracking, the thought of making new friends, or even worse, irritating current ones by gracing them with your presence, if that's possible. It probably is, in my case. 

For now, I must bid you a farewell. Adios!

Tuesday 14 May 2013

Outlook

I've been feeling a bit off-balance for a while now, and until this point, I've been unable to put a finger on why exactly that is. However, I think I now know: it's a bit of everything. All the little irrelevant negative things in my life swept up in a tidal wave making its way towards me at a pace I am unsure of. The only thing is, even typing this, I feel ungrateful. I have so many things in my life to be thankful for, and yet, I choose to complain. Hopefully you don't think I'm ungrateful.

Lately, I've been friends with a big group of people in the year above, and that's what I want to continue doing; I'm much happier with these people. The only problem is that they're in the year above, and so, I am left during lesson times with a dwindling amount of people to converse with. In no way am I blaming this on them, because it really isn't their fault, nor is it anybody's. I think it's just a bit of a downer for me, and one that cannot be helped. 

Another is that, quite lately, I've been really regretting things I've done (or said) only hours before. What I did will keep playing back in my head, and the looks on everyone's faces will be amplified in horror or disappointment, which is my brain's attempt of making me feel guilty. But why does my brain want to make me feel guilty? Is that myself telling me to feel guilty, or the inner workings of my brain, those of the unconscious, telling me to? The whole point is that I can't figure out why this has been happening more than usual lately, and so yet again, it cannot be helped. 

Maybe I'll stop boring you with my problems now, and move onto something a bit more positive (kind of). Depends on how you look at it. I figured out why the hell my vision is all dodgy! Let me explain:
Okay, so your vision has a blind spot. You know when you see the moon in the sky on a night? It's the size of 17 moons from the distance you see them at.
Usually we don't see this blind spot because your eyes use peripheral vision and merge their two images together. Your eyes are right next to each other, so the image is merged pretty easily.
But I I had an operation on my right eye because I used to be cross-eyed, and that operation went wrong since they cut too many muscles in my eye, in an attempt to straighten my vision out, so now it goes up and to the right instead. Well, there we have it.
My eye goes up into that corner and then my brain tries to merge the two images together because of my peripheral vision, but all it does it merge two completely different images together - usually one of what I'm supposed to be focusing on, and another towards the ceiling.
And I only figured that out because Incognito, the book I am currently reading, was discussing peripheral vision.
In fact, I've probably bored you even further now, but too bad, since I was pretty proud of my own discovery. Anything else I can discuss with you? I don't think so. Not in this blog post anyway.. so farewell, my friends!

Thursday 9 May 2013

Twitter Follows & What Not

I'm very chuffed right now, and do you want to know why? ..No? Too bad! The Generationals, my absolute favourite indie rock duo, followed me on Twitter! I remember the moment like it was half an hour ago: that's because it was. It was surprisingly easy, actually, considering I looked through their following list and the majority were verified singers and so on. All I did was tweet them and then I looked at my phone later and there it was. 
@generationals is now following you!
Needless to say, I was close to tears. And so, I have now DM'ed them about 6 times just saying thank you and being a tosser, like my usual idiotic self. Hopefully I won't scare them off. Just as proof, I want to show you this:


Continuing on swiftly, I'd once again like to bring up the whole acceptance into a new friendship group thing. However, this time, it's in a positive light. Yes! I, Amy, bearer of all thoughts negative, have something positive to say; it sounds crazy, but it's true.

Yet again, I finally feel more accepted than I ever have been before. I feel like I'm finally getting to know everybody, and I feel like I don't need to cling onto that of Amy and Leoni as much. Of course, I still talk to them just as regularly, I just mean, I don't feel the need to only talk to them, in case of intimidation and so on. If you get my drift.

Also, guess what else happened today? I was ready 20 minutes early. Usually, I'm bloody 20 minutes late, nevermind early. Seriously, this day is just full of surprises. Oh, and I got an 8.2 in my science assessment, which was the highest level in the class, where I drew par with one of my friends, Elizabeth. The hilarious thing is that previous times I really did try my hardest to revise and do well, and always ended up just slightly above average. And now I don't try at all, I get an extremely high level I never thought I was capable of, in science. I think life is trying to tell me something. Procrastination is a good thing, even if it's to the extent of not doing what you needed to do at all. Or perhaps not. I can't see myself getting very far in life with that attitude... but whatever.

Hmm, anything else? Other than my slightly less than interesting tales of making friends with plants, and stereotypical evil librarians, I think that's it. Goodbye for now!

Monday 6 May 2013

Good Times, Good Times..

Plenty of these I have encountered over the weekend, and yet, I still currently feel a bit crap; the worst part is that half of it is over something a bit silly, and I don't even know what the other half is, but there definitely is one. 

All in all, I feel like all of my previous friends are attacking me at once, as if forming an evil alliance against myself. Obviously that's not the case, but it most certainly feels like it. Today, I had a wonderful day at Saltwell Park, a nice little Victorian park situated in the North East of England, and I came home very pleased and happy. After watching Pirates of the Caribbean with my sister, I went online, as per usual, expecting to be greeted by things to further my pleasant mood. This was not the case.

Instead, I first go to Instagram, where a sea of photos captioned "with all my best friends" await me. Quite frankly, not the best of things to see. Irony plays its part respectably well here, considering the people who did this were previously slagging off others for doing such a thing. All in all, it felt like a bit of a dig, a dig of which I cannot understand.

Slightly miffed, I continue my journey over to Facebook, expecting a more positive entrance: one of which I did not receive. First to appear on my godforsaken timeline were six uploaded photos from a previous friend, whose name shall not be mentioned; selfies of her and two other unnamed people with similar captions to the previously aforementioned case. Disappointingly, following was a status saying: "Anna Smith*, Laura Turnbull* are the best."

Just so you know, the names were classified. Anywho, since finding such photos and status', I've been a bit in distress. Are these really aimed at me? Am I really that bad of a person, to deserve such a thing? Do they not know of how I feel about these specific things they happened to have posted? I'm not dictating what they can or can't post, I just feel consideration into how others may feel about it may be appreciated.

I don't know. I'm just a bit upset right now. On a happier note, I did have a really fun day today with friends who actually care for my well-being! It's true. The only downer is that I will have to face school tomorrow, and be greeted with the beau(gly)tiful faces of my fellow classmates during the nearly seven hour period. Oh, the joys.

Sorry the majority of my blog posts are simply me ranting, before leaving you on a rather abrupt note, but it's just how I roll. And on that rather abrupt note (see what I did there?), I will leave you. Adios!

P.S: Listen to Ben Howard, you will not regret it.

Wednesday 1 May 2013

Multi-Cultural Societies

Needless to say, Britain is most certainly a multi-cultural society; we accept migrants and immigrants unlike many others, and have no ban on how many of them enter our country. However, people are beginning to find issues with this, and want to put a restriction on the amount that can join our nation, but this is a bit irrelevant. 

Yesterday, we were discussing this in geography, and unfortunately enough for me, I was stuck sitting next to the most irritating girl you could ever hope to meet. By this, I mean, that she decided to voice her opinion, that she believes Britain is too multi-cultural. You heard me right. Too multi-cultural.

Now before my cursed rant begins, I'd just like to ponder on something for a moment: is there such a thing as too multi-cultural? Personally, I think not. Multi-cultural means being accepting of other cultures, and embracing and blending them into yours', surely? And so, it does seem a bit ridiculous to think there is a limit on how many cultures can be shared throughout one community. 
"Oh, no, sorry," the man exclaimed with an underlying annoyance in his tone, as he pushed the Polish family back to their hometown, "You see, we already have too many Asian people here, for you to join us. Sorry about that. Try again next time."
Strangely enough, I just couldn't see that happening. The same girl later mentioned a stereotype in which she actually believe in (that's right, she actually judges people based on the stereotypes surrounding their race, gender, religion etc..), which made me want to punch a wall. During our discussion on whether Mexicans should be allowed to migrate to the United States of America, she stated a reason to why they shouldn't be able to. And that would be fine, if it wasn't for the fact she said most Mexicans had a criminal past. Unfortunately enough, she literally did say this.

And so, I began to rant to this girl of how stereotypical it is to say such a thing, and how she should be ashamed of herself, and that a slight increase in criminal offences throughout the population of Mexico does not mean all of them are now suddenly murderers in the making. At one point, she called the teacher over to defend her, in which the teacher actually did; I knew there was a reason I disliked her. My teacher proceeded to state how although it was a stereotype, it was also true. No.

However, one positive that did come out of the lesson, is that Benedict Cumberbatch's face appeared on the SMART Board, and I have to admit I let out a little squeal. C'mon, what else could you expect from a typical teenage Sherlockian who was not prepared with tissues, a blanket and an episode of Sherlock (preferably my favourite, The Hounds of Baskerville)? That's right. Not much.

As an ending note, I'd like to point out that if you are ever going to participate in shot put, it truly does help to imagine Ukip on the receiving end of your put. Honest. 

Monday 29 April 2013

Judgement Day & Insecurities

Today, was what you may call, my judgement day; by this, I mean, I was introduced to a new group of friends, and had to endure the rather terrifying horror of having to introduce myself to them. Hopefully, I gave off a good first impression, and an eccentric mien. However, I cannot help but feel that today really wasn't my day.

Usually, I find myself waking up at 06:50 in the morning, slightly disheveled, though that stage always seems to have passed by seven. Though, of course, nothing ever seems so go right when I need it to, and so this morning was a bit of a disaster. Sleeping right through my alarm, I woke up at twenty to eight, and it seemed everybody and everything was determined to hold me back from preparing for school: I happened to be on receiving end of some terrible makeup (of which I had to re-do), hair that seemed unable to cooperate, and a dizzy spell. I've never even had a dizzy spell before. All in all, I looked like an absolute wreck.

Then, it turned out I had a science test that I failed to revise for; I did terrible. The questions weren't exactly difficult, but either I hadn't learnt them, or I would've needed to revise and refresh my memory, in able to have the ability to answer them correctly. Fingers crossed I haven't done too bad. (However, I'm pretty sure I have.)

In the end, however, my judgement day too bad, though I suppose it could've gone much better. In all honesty, I feel I failed to hit it off with the majority of people there, but that doesn't mean I won't tomorrow.. Ha.

A lot of the time, I just feel as if I'm a replacement, or burdening whoever it is I happen to become friends with, and right now, I feel pretty different about the whole concept. Though, as usual, I do feel a bit of a burden, and that just cannot be helped. It's a bit daunting walking around with a load of Year 9's, even if you are on the same wavelength as them. We all have insecurities, and that's just one of mine. 

On the subject of insecurities, today my friend, Amy, was talking about how she felt intellectually inferior lately, and I just felt the need to address the issue. In her case, specifically, that is. Basically, she isn't. It's built in us, often enough, to be slightly less good at stuff than others. We, as who we are, are better at things than others, and these advantages and disadvantages balance out. And though this is true, this just doesn't apply to her. Being a bit behind on your ICT coursework doesn't make you stupid, or worse than anybody else, and it's quite normal to go through a phase where you're feeling unworthy of the intellectuality expected of you. 

Really though, she has no reason to feel like that; a bit more revision, a bit of a catch-up, and she'll have caught up with everybody else in no time. And then just like that, the rest of the slightly pessimistic worries will be gone. I think a lot of people go through times of trouble such as this one, and all these people really need, is encouragement from their friends. Hopefully I'm considered as one of her friends. If I'm not, this is slightly awkward. Nevertheless, even if I wasn't a friend of hers, I'd still mean every word I've said.

Moving onto a happier, slightly less heartfelt note, I've learnt some new songs on the guitar, and my tuning skills are progressing extremely well! I believe I'm now advanced enough to begin learning songs, possibly, by Nick Drake; to be able to play Cello Song, accompanied by the violin and bongo drums, is a dream of mine. A pathetic dream to you, an extraordinary dream to me.

Unfortunately, I will have to depart now, as my social and cultural homework is calling me. Not that I'll do it. More so, my excessive procrastination is calling me. 

P.S: Listen to the album Heza by Generationals, if you have time. It's so worth it.

Saturday 27 April 2013

Summer

I'm guessing it's not too shocking, when I share that my summer of 2012 was not spent as well as it could've been. If you know me, you'll know I tend to spend a lot of my time doing things that involve a lack of face-to-face socialization: writing, reading, playing guitar, talking to internet friends, listening to music. As much as I enjoy talking to people, if they don't invite me out, I'm not going anywhere.

And that summer, to be frank, I didn't really go anywhere. Which is why I plan on making this summer perfect - or rather, as close to perfect I can get, in North East England. Don't get me wrong, I did find it respectably enjoyable sitting on my lazy arse all day, reblogging and Tweeting and so on, but this year, I plan on being a bit more.. spontaneous. I want to go on adventures.

You know the kind: morning walks, inside jokes, perfect playlists. That last one means a lot to me, honestly. So much, that, using my excessive spare time, I have compiled and composed a list of songs adding up to this playlist, named Peach Squash Sunday.
  1. I Will Be Blessed by Ben Howard
  2. Shuffle by Bombay Bicycle Club
  3. Atlas Hands by Benjamin Francis Leftwich
  4. Come Talk To Me by Bon Iver
  5. When They Fight, They Fight by Generationals
  6. Place To Be by Nick Drake
  7. Eight Days A Week by The Beatles
  8. Oh, It Is Love by HelloGoodbye
That playlist literally took me so long to compose. Mental breakdowns did take place, when I realized it was simply not possible to have every song on my iPhone included. Sad times.

During the summer, I also plan to do stuff I wouldn't usually do (go outside, ha), though I guess I'm yet to decide the extent of what exactly I'd be doing. I have always wanted to busk, but I'm too scared to sing in front of people. What if I can't sing and play guitar, at the same time? What if I mess up? What if I'm terrible? This is something for the daredevil Amy to discuss with herself, not me. Two different people, completely.

Of course, the only people holding up this entire plans, are my friends. It'd be a bit sad if I had to do all this stuff by myself, and would also make a few of my plans near impossible. Or they would at least make me look a bit crazy, which I suppose I am. However, that's irrelevant right now.

All in all, I want a good summer. I just hope that isn't too much to ask for.

Friday 26 April 2013

The Social Scale

Yes, that's right. I have such a little life, and such a big amount of time on my hands, that I decided to make a social scale. This scale, I'm presuming, works generally in most schools, but I wouldn't really know. If it doesn't, then I'm guessing I'm kind of stuffed, aren't I? Now, into serious mode...

Every school has a social scale. If you don't believe your school has one you are, quite frankly, in denial. This is probably because you're somewhat kind, and choose not to believe such "stereotypical things" (as much as it is stereotypical, it is true). However, more than likely, it may be due to the fact that you are at the bottom of the scale, and are in denial to such a thing. Either way, the social scale still exists. Unfortunately.

To put it simply, there are eleven categories; inside these are sub-categories, but we'll come to those later. The categories go as followed, first mentioned being the highest in the social scale, and last mentioned being, unfortunately, the lowest:

  • Populars
  • Friends of the populars
  • Liked by everybody
  • Wanna-be's
  • "Rebels"
  • Gossipers
  • (Stereotypical) Fangirls
  • Nerds
  • Hated people
  • Underclass 
  • Nutcases

Now that we have that covered, let's discuss in a bit further detail what each of the people positioned in these categories represent. We'll start from the lowest, and work our way upwards from then on.

To begin with, are our nutcases. Though these people may be genuinely nice, once you've been classed as a nutcase, there's no chance of anybody seeing you as anything otherwise. To become a nutcase, as such, you'd have to have done something pretty weird. An example is, at my school, there is an extremely tall boy in year eight, who runs around the school grounds a lot, stating he's a monster and that he should be feared. He also happened to fall asleep during a school concert once, and oh, how I wish I was making this up. Often enough, these nutcases get ridiculed by the "rebels" and above, and just as usually, they don't care.

Next, we have the underclass. Now these people aren't particularly hated, but rather, seem to grind on just about everyone's nerves. Occasionally, the people who are liked by everybody talk to them, though this is presumably just to make sure that they don't have anything against them. Everybody has a reputation to keep. That's essential to remember.

Following on, are our hated people. This is on the basis that they are generally hated by people at school: not everybody hates them. There are sub-categories here, which will now be established, and go as shown:

  • Hated for "Good Reason":
This could be because they have, or formerly, bullied somebody above their rank on the social scale. For example, we have a girl at my school who has tried to split many friendship groups, has called more than enough people fat, and has joined it egging somebody's house. Not a very nice person, and so, you could say she deserves it. Many people at my school think so. If they do apologize for what they have done, however, I will take back such thing, and say they don't deserve it.

  • Hated for No Reason:
This could be because they are overweight, or due to their sexuality, or a physical attribute they can't change. Either way, it's ridiculous, and these people are hated, only because they don't fit society's norms.

We then proceed to have our nerds. You are placed in this category if you have been called a nerd at least nine to ten times in the past year or so. Though nerds are low on the social scale, they do often interact with those above them, as they are believed to have test answers and so on. Please, do welcome back our sub-categories:

  • Nerds who are nerds because they are smart:

These people actually aren't nerds, but because they are intelligent, they are classed as so. Not much else to say.

  • Nerds who are nerds because they like nerdy things:

These people can also be placed in the fangirl category, but are mostly positioned here due to the fact that they fangirl over what may be considered as nerdy to other people. Examples: Doctor Who, Portal, Lord of the Rings, Sherlock.

  • Nerds who are both:

An example is me. I am both smart and enjoy nerdy things more than others. Usually these nerds find most enjoyment talking to other nerds of their kind, a few exceptions being made here and there.

Fangirls are just about on the same level as nerds, only millimeters above; this is because they obsess over things that are not nerdy. This works as an advantage to these fangirls, as many people on the social scale above them will also like these things, and rare opportunities will arrive for the fangirls to move up the ladder. If they want to, that is. On the subject, nerds very rarely go up the social scale, for the pure reason that they don't want to. I know for sure that me, and my friends, are pretty happy and content with where we are now.

Examples of what these fangirls obsess over include: One Direction, YouTubers (nerds also obsess over YouTubers, but the YouTubers fangirls obsess over include danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil, and also, JennaMarbles), Justin Bieber. These fangirls also like to pretend they know a thing or two about Tumblr.. they don't.

Moving on, are the gossipers. Gossipers usually stay hidden, but are higher up on the social scale as they interact more with what we call the populars, for the obvious reason that they know the latest news. It is actually a mystery to me to how they receive this information, but I am going to presume that they use their 'friends', varying in their positions on the social scale, squeezing every last bit of gossip out of them. After the gossipers know something, there's no stopping the rumours from spreading round like wildfire. And trust me, they always do.

"Rebels" come next, and ,please, take extra notice of the quotation marks. By rebels, I mean this:
The time of people, usually boys attempting to impress their classmates, doing stupid things mostly during lessons. They think they're funny, but really, they're not: fact.
Overall, the "rebels" definition of funny is shouting something inappropriate out in class, or at absolute most, standing up on their chair. Yes, I am serious. The most extreme thing ever to happen was a boy called Kensey, in my class last year, walking out of a lesson, and running down the corridor like a maniac, before hiding. Bare in mind, that I was in top set. *slow claps*

They also have a thing for annoying people to no end, usually and most likely people around the nerds categorization; the best thing we can do, as collective nerds, is ignore (and ridicule, ha) them.

Ah, the wanna-be's come next, and they are possibly the worst of the worst. Somehow, they believe themselves to be more popular than they ever will be, and are surprisingly arrogant, given how many people strongly dislike them. I'd like to say there were sub-categories of wanna-be's, but sadly, at my school, there are not. For some unknown reason, I am hated by just about everybody in this group but, to be frank, I don't really care.

Now, is probably our smallest category, that being the liked-by-everybody type of people. They're sub-categorized into two majorly different categories:
  • The genuinely nice people:
These people usually tend to hang around with the friends of the populars, but not so much the populars themselves. They, unlike the other liked-by-everybody type, are loyal and also trustworthy, and all in all would make very good members of the Hufflepuff house.

  • Evil Slytherins:
Now, I know, I know, just because people are Slytherins, this does not make them evil. However, in this case, these people are sly and cunning like a Slytherin, and also evil, therefore making them the evil Slytherins I have previously referenced them as. They're two-faced, pretending they're genuinely nice.. but not really. They talk to the populars and spread your secrets amongst your friends, faster than you could say your own name. Unless your name is an extremely long name, in which case, you're irrelevant.

We're beginning to approach the ending of the social scale; however, it is far from over. Friends of the populars are categorized with the name because they are what they're said to be. They are friends of popular people, but are not popular enough themselves to be on the same level as them. I've said popular way too many times, and now I feel like a fool. Silly me. Usually these friends are lifelong, and they tend to have known each other since early years (nursery and reception).

And finally, behold... THE POPULAR PEOPLE. I'm cringing at the underlining there, but it needed to be done, the emphasis needed to be created. However pathetic it may seem, these people really do rule the school. Even if they don't know it, people sometimes cower at their presence, intimidated by their power. In a way, it's what makes school feel more like a death sentence, than anything. Upsetting times.

Occasionally, there will be exceptions in this scale, such as making room for the odd goth or two, or the average-ish person who really doesn't fit anywhere. In that case, they're kind of a muggle. Or rather, a squib. They know what's happening in this world, surrounded by a bubble, and they're stuck on the outside of it.

And there you have it, my pathetic social scale. Indeed, that's what I do with my life; indeed, I am proud. Adios, and good night, my non-existent readers. Don't judge me too hard for this post; I found it so hilariously fun to write.

Opinions (Oh Dear)

Of which I have a lot of, needless to say; it's the reason I'm so hateable. According to my mother, it runs in the family, which basically means the Curle family is very hated. (The irony here is that my name is an anagram of cruel.) I'd say that was a bad thing, but considering how awkward I first find it to talk to new people, I think it's a blessing, disguised as a curse. 

An example of my extreme opinions, is my social/culture homework. We were told to do about half a page for homework, discussing who we would vote for between Labour, Conservative and Liberal Democrats, in an election. I wrote six pages. Quite literally, six whole pages. It may not seem like much, but given we were set the task of only doing up to a page maximum, and half the people in my class didn't even complete it... it ended up looking like a whole lot more than it was.

In my defense, I had to write a lot more, since I chose not to vote for any of the candidates. Therefore, I had to explain my reasons for not voting for each party, which took about three hours to do, procrastinating included. All in all, I finished it at one in the morning. Only to find out my social/culture teacher would not be checking our books, as we have now been given more homework to do. Here comes another essay and a half. 

My opinions often cause a bit of banter/conflict/arguing between me and my friends, as well. More specifically, I got into a pretty giant argument with a friend, and due to my extreme stubbornness, at one point I didn't talk to him for a month and a half. On the bright side, I haven't actually had a conflict with him for a while now! That's been left more to my other friends, who believe the best way to friendship is insulting me, and even worse, the things I like. If somebody insults something I like, they're doomed. Happy days.

...I've completely lost my trail of thoughts here, I'm sorry. I had javelin today, so let's just blame it on that, shall we? For future references, I am terrible at javelin. Seriously. Terrible. 

Friends

I change friends a lot. I really don't mean to, but if they annoy me, I honestly just can't deal with them. Unfortunately, people annoy me easily, usually because I disagree with things they say: sexist comments, intentional racial abuse, dissing my fandoms. It's a hard life.

However, recently I've found myself in a very good position, this being that I think I've found friends I may actually want to continue being friends with. By that, I mean, I don't really think they're the type of people to say the offensive comments aforementioned. 

One disadvantage is that they're in the year above me, which I feel is basically fate laughing manically in my face. Ugh. However, I literally refuse to let this get in the way. I'm aware that sounds corny and cheesy, as much as I'm aware the people I'm talking about are probably reading this right now, but too damn bad. 

Also, a certain male, slightly shorter, version of me wanted a mention in this post.. he's not getting one. I kid, I kid. There's your mention, appreciate it. 

Basically though, they are the first properly nerdy people I have met, just like me, and I refuse to let an opportunity like this slip through my fingers. Once again, cheesy. All I mean, is that I really can't turn down the chance to be friends with a bunch of Sherlockians and Whovians, can I?

All in all, I think I'm probably the happiest I've ever been with my friends right now, and if they're reading this, just so you know, I hate you. Kidding. (I need better jokes.) I love you, really. Even though the majority of you, I've only known for two days. But ssh.

Now I must go and write more blog posts, in an attempt to make my life look interesting. Before you ask, it really isn't.