My blog posts have so far all been three days apart. Isn't that nice? Orderly, neat - I can't say it'll last, though. It happened completely by accident.
Unfortunately, this post is to be a bit of a moany one. My day was full of irritating things, you see. Let me remind you of my supposed Laryngitis. There is not much to update you on apart from the fact that it could not have come at a worse time. I've read that the voice-loss can last for up to a rather inconvenient three weeks, meaning that my drama exam, (which of course would just have to be a practical one, on which 25% of my final grade rests on) falls during this term of non-voiceness. You can see how this would be irritating, I'm sure. Along with this, the entire situation is physically irritating also, as my throat hurts rather a lot, and it takes a great deal of effort just to say "I'm supposed to be resting my voice".
And so, off to a superb start, my day reaches irritation number two. In fact, this next issue has been an on-going problem for a number of months. Adults - grown adults over the age of at least 30 - acting like spoilt twelve year olds having a tantrum. I couldn't possibly tell you the ins and outs of this (although as I'm sure you've guessed, I'd love to) as it would get me into a great deal of trouble that I'd rather stay out of. It's not hard to work it out though. All I ever do is go to school, to work, and back home again. So, one could safely assume that these grown adults over the age of at least 30 acting like spoilt twelve year olds having a tantrum fall into one of those categories. I'm not saying that I'm particularly mature for my age (although I think I probably am), I'm just saying that these people are most definitely not mature... full stop. It makes you wonder what these people would be like if they had to serve a really, really, fat King. The King would demand food and foot-rubs all day long, and these people would crumble because they either couldn't get what they want, or because they were sure that they were much better than the King.
I know a person that likes to find new ways of telling me how she is better than I am at every opportunity she can find. And when I say 'better', I mean in every sense of the word. I really feel like telling her to shut up and act her age, but unfortunately such freedom of speech is not possible when talking to a member of authority. I realise I've been rather vague and haven't said anything remotely interesting for about two paragraphs now but if you have this sort of person in your life, you'll know what I mean. Respecting your elders is something I agree with, but not unless this respect is some-what reciprocal.
My friend Ahsan (hello Ahsan) said to me today, "I hate people." I replied, "I'm not too fond of them either."
Don't get me wrong - I don't hate all people and my day wasn't all bad. I had two Media lessons today which is always... I can't think of a word for it. You know, it's one of those things that makes you give a sigh of relief. Whatever the word for that is. I like the people in my Media class, and I like the things we talk about. I go to these lessons knowing I'm going to laugh. A lot. Which is very nice indeed. My classmates come to me smiling saying, "We've got media today, Amy!" without a hint of sarcasm, which is more than can be said for my other lessons. So there's the proof that I do like some things.
I guess my main problem with people is they can be so stupid. It's as simple as that. I often look at people and find myself thinking, "But why the hell would you do that?" Not that it's my job to judge - but I'll do it anyway. We all do. (And for those of you who just thought to yourselves, "I don't", you're not just stupid but you're also a liar - shame on you). 'Trust no one' is a motto that I live by. It's kind of sad, I suppose, but people are so stupid it's hard to trust them. I can't even trust that when someone says they'll get me a Galaxy Cookie Crumble from the shop across the road, they'll come back with the right chocolate bar, even though they usually do. When people ask you what's wrong, 97% of the time (yes, that is extremely accurate. How dare you question my statistics?) they don't really care. They're just moving through the motions, wanting a bit of gossip, or wanting a bit of affirmation because they know you're about to tell them that they're a good friend for listening. Don't ever tell anyone anything that you don't want everyone to know. I never do, which is why I've never had one of those embarrassing/everyone hates me/everyone's talking about me behind my back situations.
Sorry, I still haven't said anything very insightful or relevant. Or have I? (Insert dramatic music here).
After being told that a few people like my blog, I felt a little under pressure when I started to think about writing this one. Then I started writing it and forgot about all of that. Never mind.
Just one video today. You've probably all seen it, but it honestly makes me laugh every time:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txqiwrbYGrs
Over and Out,
Tails.
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