| Return to Oz... er, Cardiff. |
Well, what a twee little holiday that was. Great fun was had by all, apart from when a tractor reversed into my uncle's car and nearly killed him and my grandad... but all's well that ends well! I'll try and summarise in my favourite form - bullet points!
- South Molton is a very quaint little town, very pretty indeed, but not great for a day out because there's sod all to do.
- Don't anger a chicken. They can run quite fast.
- I finally bought a scarf I've been saving up for... cost £10 normally but I got it for £7, muaha.
- Cadbury's Mis-Shapes are LOVE in chocolate form.
- It's easier than I thought to survive for a week without internet connection or signal on my mobile phone.
- Prisoners in Dartmoor Prison might complain about the hard time they get behind bars, but they're lucky the cat o' nine tails is no longer used there... I never knew they used that in any non-naval circumstances!
- Cows moo very loudly.
- Broken fire alarms are no fun, especially at 4 in the morning.
- Apparently, a rumour has been going round that I stuff my bra. Yay, my bust has been the talk of the town. (As Aneira said, 'what with - melons??' You have to love well-meaning siblings.)
- Writing postcards in French is actually quite difficult without a French dictionary or translator.
Might put up pictures later, might not. It depends on whether I can be bothered or not... Labels: holiday, list, me, owch |
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| Equality is against my religion. |
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1194454/Registrar-demoted-receptionist-refused-marry-gay-couples.html
This woman is a ridiculous human being.
She is a marriage registrar who refuses to marry gay couples on the grounds of her Christian faith, and wonders why she got demoted to receptionist? Face the facts, love:
1. The law now states that gay couples can marry. Call it a civil partnership, a union - whatever, they still have the rights of a married couple. And so they should! Does it matter what your orientation is? Gay, straight, bisexual, asexual - people fall in love, and they have the right to get married.
2. If you don't want to marry people, why get a job as a registrar? It's in the job description! In any other job, if you were incapable of doing the job you would get demoted. Why does she feel that this situation is any different just because there's the 'gay controversy' at the centre of it?
3. You can't pick-and-choose who you serve as a government employee. It's not how democracy works. Let's say that she was refusing to marry blind people, or Asian people, or disabled people - any other minority. People would be up in arms about her attitude instead of her demotion. How would she feel if she wanted to marry a white person and the registrar said 'sorry, can't do that. I'm a white supremacist.' She'd be furious, and with good reason. This situation is no difference. There is no place for prejudice in today's society.
4. She uses her Christian faith to explain why she can't allow gay people to marry. Well, I'm not a Christian, but I'm pretty sure that 'thou shallt not preside over homosexual marriages, be it your vocation or otherwise' isn't one of the 10 Commandments.
5. She has now come out and said that she is suffering prejudice against Christianity. No, love. The only prejudice in this tennis court is coming from your side of the net. You're the one saying 'down with gay marriage'. They're not saying 'down with Christians', they're saying 'down with prejudice'. If you can't tell the difference between prejudice and Christianity, then maybe you're not really as good a Christian as you think.Labels: dear world, fascist shit, list, rant |
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| Thanks. |
Oh, I am pissed off.
I have never been this pissed off in my life.
Thanks for making me and my sister cancel our birthday party because 'you had no money' even though you have over £300 in the bank.
Thanks for making my sister and I pay £15 for your birthday meal and then buy you a present.
Thanks for then proceeding to invite everyone out to the cinema at a cost of £10 on the day after what would have been our birthday party.
Thanks for not buying us a present or even a measly card.
Thanks for fucking up our birthday and not giving a shit.Labels: friends, list, rant |
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| 10 worst things about being a midget. |
1. Everyone thinks you're about 12... you can kiss goodbye to ever being asked out by a boy your own age. Also, if you're blonde and petite like me, you do get a fair few 11 year old boys gawping. Which makes me feel like a paedophile.
2. You see eye-to-chin with people. The other day, someone actually asked me 'do you see eye-to-eye with me on this subject? No, of course not, you see eye-to-nipple with me!' I did hit them across the face.
3. Going up stairs behind people. I feel like a total pervert because I have to look at their arse or their stairs. If I were just a few inches taller, I'd be able to look at their backs, but as it is, I have a view of their posterior. Oh, great. I'm a peeping tom.
4. You get things thrown at you in the street. A couple of months ago, in Cwmbran (shitty little town which pretends to be all modern because it has a shopping centre, but really is stuck in the middle ages) a group of morons thought it would be funny to throw Haribo sweets at me. Oh, hilarious. Spend 50p on insulting the titch. If you want to throw something at me, you might want to make it something that you didn't have to pay for, otherwise you're just wasting money on something that really doesn't offend me. So used to it now.
5. You get disrespected! Now, I'm no chav, so I don't go off on one when someone 'disrespects' me, but I would like some respect. I even got spat on in the street last year by an 11 year old. That wasn't too fun. Didn't help that the school didn't help either. If it were legal, I'd name and shame the poncey Catholic school behind my house that couldn't give a shit if a girl gets spat on by one of their poorly-educated religious nut pupils and can't be arsed to even telephone me or get any help for me, or even be grateful that I didn't get the police on them (which I could have, seeing as it's technically assault...)
6. People think that your opinions don't matter. I'm opinionated. I'm open minded. I will usually have something to say on a topic, and I will fight my corner. But because I look young, people think that I have the brain of a 10 year old, and thus my words mean nothing. Sigh.
7. Buying clothes is a NIGHTMARE. Well, not really, I don't wake up in the middle of the night screaming 'the clothes! The clothes! They don't fit!' but it is rather irritating. All my jeans are hemmed. It doesn't help that I'm also a size 6-8 (UK!) and the average size here is a 14. Go figure.
8. People think you're 'cute'. People actually go 'awww' to me and pat me on the head. I am not a dog. I do not bark. But I will bite the next person who calls me 'adorable'.
9. When I wear high heels, I look like a 12 year old prostitute.
10. Getting through corridors in school is impossible. You'd think it would be easy, but when you're invisible, people just shove you until you feel a bit like a ragdoll or a Guy on a bonfire.
There, there's my complaining for the day. My friend told me that I should give up being grouchy for Lent, as apparently I've been cheerful for the past 3 weeks. Score.Labels: list, me, rant |
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| 10 reasons why I hate Twilight. |
1. Edward's chest is 'incandescent'. Need I say more? His chest is a freaking light source. It glows, as a lightbulb would in a darkened room. How romantic. At least they could sneak around in the dead of night (as vampires are want to do) and not get lost.
2. 'Bella stared at the opaque blackboard'. No shit, Sherlock. I often stare at the transparent one they installed in the Maths block last week.
3. What Bella and Edward have is essentially an abusive relationship. A do-as-I-say-because-if-you-don't-you-get-eaten relationship. A technically illegal relationship which 12 year olds the world over find attractive.
4. Bella's character flaws are that she's clumsy and unattractive. God, I'm practically a bloody villain if those are character flaws. I'd be the troll under the bridge.
5. They get married when Bella's 17/18. That in itself is pathetic. I see a divorce on the horizon.
6. Edward reads the mind of their unborn child. Yes, he reads the mind of a foetus. Now, I don't know about you, but I never expected foetuses to have a huge intellectual capacity. It's been proven (apparently) that they can't feel pain, so can they real feel love? I'm no psychologist, but it doesn't seem likely.
7. The baby will grow super-rapidly-fast until it's a teenager, then stop growing. Now if that isn't a plot of convenience, nothing is. It's like Stephenie Meyer thought, 'screw that, I'm not going to write about 17 years of a kid's life, let's condense it into a few months and make it stop growing then so that 12 year old boys can fantasise over it. Yeah.'
8. Vegetarian vampires.
9. The fanbase are all super-obsessed and illiterate. Tell one of them that Twilight sucks and they're all 'omg no wayzzzz i iz mrs edward culen he iz sxc nd its rlyy wel writn!!!!!!!!!1111one'.
10. True love? At 17/18 years old? Oh come on.Labels: list, rant |
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| Bad parenting makes me hate the world. |
I went to town today with my mum. Not much to say about that, except here's a tip - don't wear bright orange tights, a yellow sundress and high-heeled ankle boots unless you want old women to think that you're a 12 year old prostitute, or is that just me? Anyway, I went to a clothes' shop and decided to try on two dresses. I didn't buy either. One of them made me look like a turnip and the other made me look like a harlot. But I digress. As I struggled out of the second dress, a woman of about 50 entered the changing area. Only a curtain separated us. It was a tense moment. Then she realised that I existed, and went into the adjacent changing room - along with about three-hundred children. HER children. And seriously, I think at least two hundred and ninety of them had ADHD or something. One of them - 'Erin', I think - appeared to be 'that way inclined', as she kept running into occupied changing rooms. Her mother shouted, 'daaahn't do that, Erin, peopwe are in dere!' in the worst Cardiff accent I've ever heard (I'm allowed to say that because I am a Cardiffian). The girl started screaming obscenities in response, and as my ears bled, I could just about make out the woman shouting at another child (Alan) - 'daahn't run into ya bruvva like that, 'member last time you did that? 'E ended up in 'ospital wiv an 'ole in 'is 'ead and 'ad to get stitches! There were blood everywhere, do you want that to 'appen again? Then stop it!' Oh great, I'd gone in to try on a dress and ended up with a medical report into the results of stupidity and hyperactivity. Alan burst into tears at this point, at which his mother started hugging him and kissing him. What the Hell? Your kid just tried to kill his brother and you're praising him? Do you want your kid to grow into a psychopath? I hurriedly got dressed and left the changing rooms. I think my IQ dropped about 10 points during the time I was in that changing room. It's probably into negative figures by now. It would explain a lot.
Also, here's something I should have mentioned before: I have a list of things I have to do this year. I've already done two (small ones) which I think is quite good, especially as I did one yesterday and one today. Oh yeah, I started late.
Completed:
1. Buy Cadbury's Mis-shapes - the chocolate equivalent of me!
2. Watch 'The Exorcist'. Ooh, it was freaky. Some real 'behind the blanket' moments. I can't imagine how they filmed that, I would have pooped myself.
More tomorrow, by which time my favourite (and only) sister will be back from her Deutsch trip. She'll be jet-lagged and cranky. Yay.
Laters Alligators, in a while crocodiles.Labels: list, me, rant |
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Name: AnwenKya
Home: Cardiff
About Me: I am a 5ft blonde teenager with an overactive imagination, bad temper and terrifying sense of humour. Hear me roar!
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