So, if you don't already know, you are going to die today. Well, that's what extreme religious groups claim:
I have a couple of issues with this. And when I say a couple, I mean probably a good couple of hundred issues.
Firstly, isn't this the tenth claim to the world ending in the pat 10 years? Probably.
Secondly, I think this is an excuse for a big end of world sex party. Maybe.
Religion..what a messy subject. I am only 17, and I believe in some sort of "HigherAuthority" and yes I believe in God. But I can safely say religious extremists are complete assholes.
Take The Westboro Baptiost Church for example... with their website "godhatesfags.com", it's fucking disgusting!!!
The thing is about these religious extremists, they get so completely caught up in THE RAPTURE and how the world is going to end, they forget about the consequences.
What's even funnier is that when we live through "Judgement Day" and when The Rapture doesn't happen (because it won't) they'll be stuck between a rock and a hard place, because these sort of claims doesn't help their case with the whole "God Hates You All" and "God Exists" thing.
That's what I find very amusing about all of this.
Admit it! We all know one! And if you don’t know one, you’re probably the one who always have to be right.
They are the single handedly the most annoying type of person on earth. If I could I would slap them with my metaphorical fish all day if I had to in order to beat the arrogance out of them...I would.
Don’t be mistaken though, it’s not illegal to have an opinion! By all means tell the world your opinion because it adds spice to a conversation, but there’s a point where for example, every single conversation you have with a person just ends up with them arguing against everything you say.
It’s not that great having someone criticise everything you do and say or just generally forces down your throat until you start gagging and have to vomit your angry emotions and frustration on a blog!
What even causes it?
Insecurity? Ego? Oh I don’t know, maybe they are just have a narcissistic personality disorder (which has no cure may I add). There may be no hope.
It just isn’t the most attractive asset in a person.
Even if what they’re arguing makes no sense, they’ll argue it till the end of time.
Ridiculous People!
Nothing, I repeat, nothing, will ever persuade me to never buy a CD when it's released.
Nothing beats getting a record that you've been waiting for, for a year and a half and it finally comes.
This Little Monster's Friday just got alot better.
Stainless Steel Saucepans. With....wait for it...Stainless Steel Handles.We all know metal conducts heat (if you don't you're probably stupid) and when you place it on a hot stove it gets really very hot.
And the whole point of cooking with a saucepan with a handle surely is to stop us touching the hot saucepan itself and therefore no prevent us on the floor screaming due to burnt hand.
SO WHAT I ASK IS.....WHY ON THIS GOD FORSAKEN EARTH DO PEOPLE MAKE METAL HANDLES SO WHEN YOU MAKE YOURSELF A BOILED EGG IN THE MORNING (LIKE ME TODAY) AND WHEN YOU GO TO EMPTY IT, IT BURNS YOUR HAND?!
Pointless. Someone should be slapped.
If you're getting paid to make something useful and safe, do it right.
If you don't just go home and watch old re-runs of The Simpsons and eat pizza.
Because you're just being lazy.
Did I seriously just write a blog entry about Saucepans?
Family:
Mum.
Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta.
My Aunties.
My Grandmother.
Best Friends:
Erin.C
Lisa-marie.S
Katie.Y
Kristyn. C
Sian. B
Lauren. B
My Teachers:
Miss W
Mrs B
The Famous:Mother Monster.
Helena Bonham Carter
Sylvia Plath
Marilyn Monroe
Judy Garland
Liza Minelli
Anna Wintour
Vivienne Westood
You have taught me to become my own queen, but have taught me to be a lady too. You have all given me my work ethic. You’ve all effected my life in small ways and big ways. I wanted to create this list, because I relate to them, being the same gender. They’ve just impacted my life, in both small ways and massive ways.
To all these beautiful, strong women...Thank You.
To these dear twenty women I say
Thank you for inspiring me each and everyday.
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I felt something was missing from my life. I’m a 17 year girl who in her own right holds alot of opinions and emotions and observations. So, what better to do than start a blog?
I never really relished in the idea of keeping a so-called ‘blog’, I kept holding myself back, asking “what if no one reads it?” and “what if I get hate-mail?!”. But then I thought, who gives a shit? I let go of all those insecurites and thought “fuck it” (famous last lines of a fool).
I think what really pushed me to begin this is the fact that I want to become a journalist. I am more tilted towards “fashion journalism”. Anna Wintour eat your heart out.
I joke, obviously. I see her as a role model, something to strive to be like. Funnily enough during the summer I managed (well my well connected Mother managed) to get my a work-experience placement at Marie Claire. (If you don’t know what it is, I have one word: Google) It is a fantastic opportunity to witness the world of that kind of career path.
I was talking to a careers woman at my 6th form, and she said, -rather bluntly- you’re only as good as the last thing you write. And then I thought, I don’t actually write anything. So what better way to fix that, then to start practising on a blog used for a hobby? Well writing big long articles for Harpers Bazaar would be a good start, but hey! Rome wasn’t built in a day. However, my real passion I think; lies within fiction.
Ever since I was a naive child (who thought I could take over the world somehow, and still do at the ripe old age of 17), I wanted to be a writer. I felt from a young age an incessant need to keep creating something, and whether it was a story about how my little pony couldn’t find her way home (aged 6) or whether it was about the girl who moved to australia (aged 10) or whether it was about a boy who couldn’t accept the death of his beloved lizard (aged 14) or about a dystopian world set in a gothic fantasy world ( aged 15) or a tragic love story (aged 16)...I always created. I always had that process of creating something, even if it was tedious and unimportant, because for me...it was important. It was important to channel something that came from my mind; my machine.
I gave up writing for 2 years because I didn’t think I was good enough. But someone changed that, a woman who I stay loyal to, completely devoted to and who is basically my hero once said:
“ I think it’s when you say ‘oh...I’m too tired, let me go to bed...’ That’s when the creativty stops coming. If God calls you, pick up the damn phone...Hello?”
That affected me alot. It was time to pick up that phone.
It made me realise, I was so frightened of loosing that creativity I had been blessed with, and this woman seemed to me shouting at me, PICK UP THE PHONE. And, I thank her for that. I thank her for alot, and someday I’ll write an entry about her. For now though, I won’t.
I digress slightly. In a basic summary: I want to be a writer. It’s not a matter of if, but more so when. That sounds arrogant yes, but in this society and the time we live in, the only way to succeed (in my humble opinion) is to be completely sure in yourself of what you are creating. If you’re not, and someone or something critises you harshly, not only can it be detrimental, but completely life changing.
I don’t want that!
So some arrogance is needed (but only little, because you can come across as an obnoxious prick, and look like an idiot especially if your work is awful), so you just need to be sure of your work. What are you writing, and more importantly, why?
I guess, there will always be a need, personally to me, to keep creating. I don’t know the answer to that “why?” yet, but for now, all I can recognise, is that it is an imperative for me.
What’s your need in life? Ask yourself, is it even a need? Could you live without it? If so, it is not a need.
In summary therefore, I would like to conclude my first blog entry. The reason why I’ve started my blog: I want to be a journalist. I want to be a writer. I need to be a writer.
(Yes the grammar was bad, my spelling may be unpolished, but it’s my first entry, I’m allowed some excuse. Oh I bet the future me is cringing right now...)
