I swear it's here for a mixture of making me feel it necessary to spend a grand total of 13 pounds on Easter eggs (shit, really? REALLY RACHEL) and again for making me feel extraordinarily uncomfortable with my blasphemous personality, neurotype and just general attitude.
Of which I am not proud. I'm agnostic, I'm sat on the fence between a good hard NO and being vaguely religious. I'm basically waiting for proof, and until that happens I will just let people be religious around me. You can be a fundamentalist, you can pray every time you're a bit mean to the cat, I don't mind, just don't try and wave it in my face.
In fact, I used to go to Christian union, all it did was end up with me smashing my knee up. I also felt very squirmy and false, but the bible, religion and other such things I do like to read, and find interesting. I mean, I don't follow the bible, but sometimes you should read it to remind your self that your a selfish little pumpkin and my dear, start going back and finding your morals and not proclaiming with whom you would do what with for a tenner, because you wouldn't, you really wouldn't.
I think this all round just comes down to the fact that the world is more easy when you have an open mind. I am not racist, or sexist, or ageist, fattist, humanist, or anything, you know, any of those icky 'ist' words that they made us have assemblies on whilst everyone got pins and needles.
Assemblies, there we go subjecting the masses to religious songs, yes, I didn't like them, I took to sitting in silence and refusing to sing, and I used to pretend to pray but I wouldn't. It didn't feel right, as in, not me being stuck up about my lack of religious activity, it was more: I don't believe this particularly, so I'm not going to do it.
Back to the 'ist', though, I'm pretty open minded. I want to talk to people who make me laugh, and if you can't make me laugh, well then, it's because I don't like you, not because I'm an ...ist of whatever you are. I can even talk to and have a good laugh with people who vote conservative, just not people who a) have no idea why/just copy their parents and b) are working class Tory voters, I mean what is that.
Sorry, I'm getting off task. Yes, I don't know how to change our calendar or if we should, but being non-religious our family still celebrates these things, I just feel pretty bad for not being religious when these days come around. I am proud of my ideology when it comes to it, just not when everywhere I look there's a reference to Jesus, I can't deal with myself. It makes me feel pure blooded EVIL.
Another thing does that as well. I am completely open to drug use, as in, I don't particularly mind who smokes, who smokes what, snorts what, takes what. It won't affect my judgement on them, people often complain about these types of things, and really, I'm not saying I'm above anyone, is something missing in me that means I should have an opinion, I care, if it makes their life dramatically worse, and they end up on the streets due to a drug habit. But occasionally, for fun? Smoking? No, not a problem, for me. Same with anything people want to do to themselves, as long as they aren't hurting others. I will not have an opinion, I simply can't, but it annoys me when people do
Because then it changes it to them and us, as in. We don't smoke, we're amazing, they do smoke, they're gross. Superiority/Inferiority is in every area of life, as humans do we really need to fight to have such superiority over other humans.
Some things I strongly believe in, but I don't have many opinions, and I don't categorise people according to them.
Be whoever you want to be, I'll still love you
Ray <3 xx
Sunday, 8 April 2012
Saturday, 24 March 2012
ARGH
Stupid Rachel, stupid.
I tweeted, when I was annoyed, which is common. And I half-blamed my annoyance on people that follow(ed) me. Drat, yeah, drat. It was annoying at the time, now it is not, and now I regret it, because they found my friends blog, and left comments on it, when she wasn't talking about them.
At least I think she wasn't, I think she was talking about those idiots in psych but anyway. It just winds me up, I should just ban myself from tweeting any kind of annoyance XD
I want to apologise for any offence I caused anyone, I'm just an idiot.
I tweeted, when I was annoyed, which is common. And I half-blamed my annoyance on people that follow(ed) me. Drat, yeah, drat. It was annoying at the time, now it is not, and now I regret it, because they found my friends blog, and left comments on it, when she wasn't talking about them.
At least I think she wasn't, I think she was talking about those idiots in psych but anyway. It just winds me up, I should just ban myself from tweeting any kind of annoyance XD
I want to apologise for any offence I caused anyone, I'm just an idiot.
Saturday, 17 March 2012
Destination.
A board game. The unfinishable game. Worse than monopoly, and 3 times as frustrating. Lewis owns destination Southampton.
Destination means...
Each player has a taxi
They have destination cards
They have 5 fuel cards
Every destination reached means you hand in the destination card, and a fuel card, receive the fare, and a new destination card.
You have to have 1 fuel card on you to travel
You can buy more at the petrol station.
You roll a die to move squares.
You can upgrade to a super taxi and use two dice.
You have a drivers license
PROBLEMS WITH DESTINATION:
You usually get 1 square within your destination by chance, and can't roll a one for about 17 goes, whilst the other player rolls a 1 every time
A super taxi can NEVER roll a one
Every few squares there are traffic lights which you land on and they either give you a nice card, or a nasty card.
If you get 12 points on your license (from traffic light cards) you have to pay £200 for a new one.
The layout of Southampton on the board is wrong.
The petrol station is in the middle of nowhere.
You have to rush back to the taxi rank at the end of the game (no more destination cards), whoever does gets £200 to add to their total.
Mine and Lewis's game...
No money at the start to mix it up
We bought supplies from Asda in town (whilst mother's day shopping) which included pork scratchings and Caprio Soczyste which... which creates hyperness. That didn't kick in until after the first hour and a half, whilst we were listening to the Mozart trance remix and dancing to it whilst playing. The most fun ever, I must admit, trying to hand over money whilst dancing was insanely difficult.
Lewis and I have very different techniques. Lewis slots his card under the board so they line up with the destination, whereas I group the closest ones together for a technique, and remember when to fill up with petrol.
Destination sounds easy, but it isn't. The biggest problem is rolling a one to move one space to get to your destination. The best way, of course, to do this, is to THROW the die high above your head, and it usually lands on a one, somewhere in the room. Of course, Lewis got fed up to day, and threw it with all his might.
It pinged off the chandelier thing and straight into my pint of crazy Polish orange drink. Unfortunately, it had landed as a three. We literally sat in hysterics for about 45 minutes before kitchen towel was collected and I had to try and gulp the drink (later with a straw).
This was way after we'd stopped dancing to pitbull, btw.
The die was retrieved, and we continued. I had to get fuel and get another destination whilst Lewis was 5 away from the taxi rank. He won with £1,250 I think. I had £720 or something like that XD
Best AND worst game ever. Needs a lot of stamina tbh
Destination means...
Each player has a taxi
They have destination cards
They have 5 fuel cards
Every destination reached means you hand in the destination card, and a fuel card, receive the fare, and a new destination card.
You have to have 1 fuel card on you to travel
You can buy more at the petrol station.
You roll a die to move squares.
You can upgrade to a super taxi and use two dice.
You have a drivers license
PROBLEMS WITH DESTINATION:
You usually get 1 square within your destination by chance, and can't roll a one for about 17 goes, whilst the other player rolls a 1 every time
A super taxi can NEVER roll a one
Every few squares there are traffic lights which you land on and they either give you a nice card, or a nasty card.
If you get 12 points on your license (from traffic light cards) you have to pay £200 for a new one.
The layout of Southampton on the board is wrong.
The petrol station is in the middle of nowhere.
You have to rush back to the taxi rank at the end of the game (no more destination cards), whoever does gets £200 to add to their total.
Mine and Lewis's game...
No money at the start to mix it up
We bought supplies from Asda in town (whilst mother's day shopping) which included pork scratchings and Caprio Soczyste which... which creates hyperness. That didn't kick in until after the first hour and a half, whilst we were listening to the Mozart trance remix and dancing to it whilst playing. The most fun ever, I must admit, trying to hand over money whilst dancing was insanely difficult.
Lewis and I have very different techniques. Lewis slots his card under the board so they line up with the destination, whereas I group the closest ones together for a technique, and remember when to fill up with petrol.
Destination sounds easy, but it isn't. The biggest problem is rolling a one to move one space to get to your destination. The best way, of course, to do this, is to THROW the die high above your head, and it usually lands on a one, somewhere in the room. Of course, Lewis got fed up to day, and threw it with all his might.
It pinged off the chandelier thing and straight into my pint of crazy Polish orange drink. Unfortunately, it had landed as a three. We literally sat in hysterics for about 45 minutes before kitchen towel was collected and I had to try and gulp the drink (later with a straw).
This was way after we'd stopped dancing to pitbull, btw.
The die was retrieved, and we continued. I had to get fuel and get another destination whilst Lewis was 5 away from the taxi rank. He won with £1,250 I think. I had £720 or something like that XD
Best AND worst game ever. Needs a lot of stamina tbh
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
iefhwi
Rachel's recent life events:
Rowan can and will constantly quote Tim Vine, and Sarah will laugh in a slightly manic/demonic way. Every time.
Romain has tapped into my one source of annoyance and that is songs being stuck in my head... hence: 'psycho chicken! Mais Qu'est-ce que c'est' being in my head forever and ever. With clucking noises.
Kony2012 - I won't blog about that yet
I think I am a bad influence on the wonderful Belinda.
Sarah finished carving a polystyrene cat.
Louise wore her hat today and we all took turns and it falls over my eyes D':
Okay I really don't know what else is happening in my life that I should blog about... gah.
It's results day tomorrow, let's pray I get a good grade from my Jan psych exam. AND 9 DAYS UNTIL DERREN BROWN. YEAHHHHH.
I actually have nothing to blog about, I just feel it necessary. Chris be watching football, and the commentators have odd accents. Unusual accents. IDEK.
Yeah just had to post that, made me laugh far too much.
Chris is playing red dead redemption now, very interesting, carrying a man on the back of his horse, feel sorry for his ribs/sternum tbh.
That's it, this blog was a huge pointless mess.
Ray <3 xx
Rowan can and will constantly quote Tim Vine, and Sarah will laugh in a slightly manic/demonic way. Every time.
Romain has tapped into my one source of annoyance and that is songs being stuck in my head... hence: 'psycho chicken! Mais Qu'est-ce que c'est' being in my head forever and ever. With clucking noises.
Kony2012 - I won't blog about that yet
I think I am a bad influence on the wonderful Belinda.
Sarah finished carving a polystyrene cat.
Louise wore her hat today and we all took turns and it falls over my eyes D':
Okay I really don't know what else is happening in my life that I should blog about... gah.
It's results day tomorrow, let's pray I get a good grade from my Jan psych exam. AND 9 DAYS UNTIL DERREN BROWN. YEAHHHHH.
I actually have nothing to blog about, I just feel it necessary. Chris be watching football, and the commentators have odd accents. Unusual accents. IDEK.
Yeah just had to post that, made me laugh far too much.
Chris is playing red dead redemption now, very interesting, carrying a man on the back of his horse, feel sorry for his ribs/sternum tbh.
That's it, this blog was a huge pointless mess.
Ray <3 xx
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
I just had a shower
And as well as doing all the usual shower clichés (washing, singing, crying, pretending I'm at the Oscars, and dancing with the flannel whilst the shampoo gets jealous) I thought.
Thinking, as in, well, not the normal thinking I do, which I assume to be the same (but perhaps of higher quality) than most other citizens aboard the merry planet Earth, yet, this was a style of thinking, that allowed me to think, you know, go right down deep and discover a gritty core of intelligence and wonder (beneath the less gritty layer of intelligence, wonder and a taste for Marmite).
I have decided, that I am, worth it. You know, this whole life thing. For a while it's all been 'What's the point it's not like I am going to last long, and I could die tomorrow, and people will forget about me, and move on, and I'll eventually be old and dead and my kids will think my music is dumb and old and I am too obsessed with Sherlock and everyone will notice how lame I am because nobody goes near my gritty layer of intelligence and wonder and Marmite because nobody bloody likes Marmite
And so on....
So basically, I have been talking myself into a rainy outlook and deliberately chancing an umbrella and chancing NOT to, for a while. I have since discovered that I AM AN IDIOT.
Well, in that sense.
I took an average of my IQ scores (out of 5) and got 120... although I don't trust online tests, which puts me in the above-above average intelligence level. Hoorah?
Besides the point, I am an idiot in the sense that my amazing comedic genius has been skulking away behind the curtains of my teenage wallowing ability. Which you know, I'm sure will adapt soon into an adult wallowing ability, I am going to list here some things that are good about me:
I am good at languages, at making people laugh, at Frisbee, I like ska, I like Sherlock, I can do pretty good Irish and Australian accents, I have many amazing friends, like really, amazing friends, these guys made the final in the talent for my friendship, I'm not a bitch, I am not judgemental (particularly, nobody is fully non judgemental, it's human nature to judge) I am interested in people, and in science, and in anything either of those things has to say (unless it's about glee or greenhouse gasses, respectively) I like animals, I have been through stuff and I've come out the other side, I will listen, I want to help, I am a bit lazy but hey, whatever, I have a Mehdi, I can become what I want, I am clever, I will get the grades, I am 18 - this means fun, at least for a while, I have an amazing loving family, I am nice to anyone who is nice to me.
And oh, oh, the picnics I have organised.
People have said to me that they have met some amazing people, had some of the amazing times, and eaten some amazing amounts of food, at my picnics.
IF PICNICS ARE MY PURPOSE IN LIFE, I WILL BE HAPPY WITH THAT!
I think I discovered, via shower-thinking today, that life is life and it's mine, and that having a purpose or knowing who I am will never be important or particularly relevant as long as I'm smiling and that's about it.
See you all round
Ray <3 -xx-
Thinking, as in, well, not the normal thinking I do, which I assume to be the same (but perhaps of higher quality) than most other citizens aboard the merry planet Earth, yet, this was a style of thinking, that allowed me to think, you know, go right down deep and discover a gritty core of intelligence and wonder (beneath the less gritty layer of intelligence, wonder and a taste for Marmite).
I have decided, that I am, worth it. You know, this whole life thing. For a while it's all been 'What's the point it's not like I am going to last long, and I could die tomorrow, and people will forget about me, and move on, and I'll eventually be old and dead and my kids will think my music is dumb and old and I am too obsessed with Sherlock and everyone will notice how lame I am because nobody goes near my gritty layer of intelligence and wonder and Marmite because nobody bloody likes Marmite
And so on....
So basically, I have been talking myself into a rainy outlook and deliberately chancing an umbrella and chancing NOT to, for a while. I have since discovered that I AM AN IDIOT.
Well, in that sense.
I took an average of my IQ scores (out of 5) and got 120... although I don't trust online tests, which puts me in the above-above average intelligence level. Hoorah?
Besides the point, I am an idiot in the sense that my amazing comedic genius has been skulking away behind the curtains of my teenage wallowing ability. Which you know, I'm sure will adapt soon into an adult wallowing ability, I am going to list here some things that are good about me:
I am good at languages, at making people laugh, at Frisbee, I like ska, I like Sherlock, I can do pretty good Irish and Australian accents, I have many amazing friends, like really, amazing friends, these guys made the final in the talent for my friendship, I'm not a bitch, I am not judgemental (particularly, nobody is fully non judgemental, it's human nature to judge) I am interested in people, and in science, and in anything either of those things has to say (unless it's about glee or greenhouse gasses, respectively) I like animals, I have been through stuff and I've come out the other side, I will listen, I want to help, I am a bit lazy but hey, whatever, I have a Mehdi, I can become what I want, I am clever, I will get the grades, I am 18 - this means fun, at least for a while, I have an amazing loving family, I am nice to anyone who is nice to me.
And oh, oh, the picnics I have organised.
People have said to me that they have met some amazing people, had some of the amazing times, and eaten some amazing amounts of food, at my picnics.
IF PICNICS ARE MY PURPOSE IN LIFE, I WILL BE HAPPY WITH THAT!
I think I discovered, via shower-thinking today, that life is life and it's mine, and that having a purpose or knowing who I am will never be important or particularly relevant as long as I'm smiling and that's about it.
See you all round
Ray <3 -xx-
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
What... is happening!?
I'm watching Holby city. It has so many great one liners but all my friends think it's for old women, and that I am obsessed with medical programmes, which I am, but it's cool, the human and it's things that happen.
And the masses of sexual tension on Holby city, and all the strange shipping.
Sometimes, I write the lyrics to 'we didn't start the fire' in the margins of my work. Usually psychology. I mean, I am obviously the best student in psychology. I'm hilarious and understand and have an interest and challenge Dierdre's spelling... but, I think, okay. I think the class dislike me.
There's me, and Belinda, and Alannah, and Danielle, and then other people who might not want to be mentioned on my little blog, who like me, and are nice, and I like them. All the other people just seem to be irritated at my presence, which, in fact, inspires me to be more irritating.
There are a couple of people, however, who wind me up, because they are idiots as in, follow the instructions, don't ask stupid questions, open your eyes, actually read the handouts/powerpoint/whatever is written on the board, oh, yeah, and please, pleeaassee, continue being horrifically rude and insulting to our teacher. Me and Belinda find everything they say quite entertaining, it's hard not to giggle... so I did today.
Back to Holby - things are heating up!
Today I kept being creepy and saying old wives tale's in an Irish whispering voice, was rather entertaining, honestly.. bahaha
So Facebook has decided to give me an advert for Slimfast... this makes me feel very confident about myself. I haven't been googling anything weight loss related, either, so maybe they have software that analyses how fat I am and displays relevant adverts...
OH GOD OH GOD NOT SPORT RELIEF, NO. NO NO NO. I just dislike it, I'm terrible, I'm not sporty, but that's not the reason why, it just winds me up and makes me feel guilty, yeah, so yeah...
Now I'm watching Horizon, which states you should exercise 3 minutes a week!! Well, whatever, I shall watch, I do love Horizon, too ;)
Right well, that's enough of that for now :D
Love, peace and chicken grease,
Ray <3 -xx-
And the masses of sexual tension on Holby city, and all the strange shipping.
Sometimes, I write the lyrics to 'we didn't start the fire' in the margins of my work. Usually psychology. I mean, I am obviously the best student in psychology. I'm hilarious and understand and have an interest and challenge Dierdre's spelling... but, I think, okay. I think the class dislike me.
There's me, and Belinda, and Alannah, and Danielle, and then other people who might not want to be mentioned on my little blog, who like me, and are nice, and I like them. All the other people just seem to be irritated at my presence, which, in fact, inspires me to be more irritating.
There are a couple of people, however, who wind me up, because they are idiots as in, follow the instructions, don't ask stupid questions, open your eyes, actually read the handouts/powerpoint/whatever is written on the board, oh, yeah, and please, pleeaassee, continue being horrifically rude and insulting to our teacher. Me and Belinda find everything they say quite entertaining, it's hard not to giggle... so I did today.
Back to Holby - things are heating up!
Today I kept being creepy and saying old wives tale's in an Irish whispering voice, was rather entertaining, honestly.. bahaha
So Facebook has decided to give me an advert for Slimfast... this makes me feel very confident about myself. I haven't been googling anything weight loss related, either, so maybe they have software that analyses how fat I am and displays relevant adverts...
OH GOD OH GOD NOT SPORT RELIEF, NO. NO NO NO. I just dislike it, I'm terrible, I'm not sporty, but that's not the reason why, it just winds me up and makes me feel guilty, yeah, so yeah...
Now I'm watching Horizon, which states you should exercise 3 minutes a week!! Well, whatever, I shall watch, I do love Horizon, too ;)
Right well, that's enough of that for now :D
Love, peace and chicken grease,
Ray <3 -xx-
Monday, 20 February 2012
Things
Okay, so I am a bit of a bitch (and a procrastinating one at that)
I don't want my friends to hang around with people I don't like, okay, I mean, I personally haven't had a problem, it's just through my life a certain group of people have made a lot of people extremely unhappy and upset, and I thought I'd got rid of them after I moved to Bitterne Park.
Then at Itchen I make friends with this lovely girl who is crazy and funny, but it turns out she's friends (ish) with those people. And, yeah, I imagine they've grown up, but I just, no, it's a difficult grudge to get over. And now I feel like a bitch for saying to my friend I'd rather they didn't meet up with them... oh my dayz, this is stupid... yes. Stupid.
I'm also trying to do my English coursework but I can't read Shaun's handwriting for the life of me, so I feel like throttling him tomorrow when the deadline slowly starts approaching.
I really should re-print my transcript out anyway. THAT PISSES ME OFF, TOO. The downstairs computer completely moved my perfectly aligned transcribing so it looks like there isn't any overlaps when there ARE overlaps. **cries**
I'm off to print some shit out then, I guess.. Yeah, sorry about that, I mean, I do hold grudges, but usually only for a reason.
On a lighter note, I love all my friends so much and they are all such babes, and I love my mum for watching nearly all the picnic videos with me.
L,P &CG
Ray <3 -xx-
I don't want my friends to hang around with people I don't like, okay, I mean, I personally haven't had a problem, it's just through my life a certain group of people have made a lot of people extremely unhappy and upset, and I thought I'd got rid of them after I moved to Bitterne Park.
Then at Itchen I make friends with this lovely girl who is crazy and funny, but it turns out she's friends (ish) with those people. And, yeah, I imagine they've grown up, but I just, no, it's a difficult grudge to get over. And now I feel like a bitch for saying to my friend I'd rather they didn't meet up with them... oh my dayz, this is stupid... yes. Stupid.
I'm also trying to do my English coursework but I can't read Shaun's handwriting for the life of me, so I feel like throttling him tomorrow when the deadline slowly starts approaching.
I really should re-print my transcript out anyway. THAT PISSES ME OFF, TOO. The downstairs computer completely moved my perfectly aligned transcribing so it looks like there isn't any overlaps when there ARE overlaps. **cries**
I'm off to print some shit out then, I guess.. Yeah, sorry about that, I mean, I do hold grudges, but usually only for a reason.
On a lighter note, I love all my friends so much and they are all such babes, and I love my mum for watching nearly all the picnic videos with me.
L,P &CG
Ray <3 -xx-
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