Category Archives: Moaning and Complaining

Varying levels of intelligence


Today, I went for a walk around the country roads in which I live – as I was bored and decided while they’re was a moment when it WASN’T raining (it’s Ireland, any day it doesn’t rain is considered a ‘good day’) I’d gather myself up and lazily plod up and down hills with Ed Sheeran blasting through my earphones. I surprised myself a little by running (yes RUNNING) up a few hills and bouncing in and out of jogging and ‘power walking’.
Typically half way, the heavens opened and turned from an a barely-there drizzle to a properly unmerciful downpour.
After twenty minutes i eventually arrived home completely drenched and unable to see due to the amount of water on my glasses. How smart am I? Not very, as this would demonstrate.

It’s finally hit me that I have a MASSIVE homework due that I’ve had over a month to prepare for and I haven’t got one thing done for it- and it’s to be done using this rather annoying computer software that only my school’s computers have.
Reason why I hate technology #537

How did everyone’s Valentine’s go? I find it the ultimate pranking opportunity, call me shallow but when an absolute beauty of a class joke can be made from an unlikely couple and then relived and placed on an entirely different level of course I’m going to be the one to step up to the plate. Let’s just say all has been forgiven, and I have been warned that revenge shall be brought upon me….
#WatchOutWeGotABadassOverHere

I came last in my class for Religious Education, perhaps it’s a sign…

Definition from the Official Dictionary of Sarcasm #2
IKEA- a retail furniture warehouse whose motto is “here you freaking’ build it”

Should I panic now?


Ok, so here’s the thing, I’m slight on
edge at the current moment.

I received one of those (what I thought to be) hilarious chain mail joke texts from a relative, but as It was a bit of a risky one, I sent it only to a handful of people that I knew should get the joke.

After the positive feedback and endless LOLs, I sent it to a few more friends.
But you see, I sent it to a friend who I haven’t texted in a while, and after it was sent, I got a reply asking “who is this???!” So Obviously I replied, identifying myself.
Now I’m panicking, as my friend got a new phone recently (and possibly a new number) so I’m worrying incase of the likely she has passed on her old phone (and possible old phone number…that I sent the message too) to her sister.

I haven’t got a reply yet, and like I said, the text was slightly risky. In fact not even slightly, it was a 50/50 chance of humorous approval. And now, I may have sent the risky text to my friend’s either younger or older sister. Who now knows who I am. Dammit.

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An announcement and half a rant


Well, news for you all, the whole ‘new blog thing’ is coming along nicely, I know exactly where I’m going with it and hopefully sometime soon I’ll get some sort of tester or teaser or free sample (am I the only one that treasures samples from magazines and keeps them? Or am I the only one? Just me? Ok- nothing to see here)
Anyway, yeah, I’m working on a little tester for yo fine selves to enjoy. Yes that right, I’m actually doing this, I thought I should wait until I get a few more subscribers, but what the hell. I like to think of this thing as the exaggerated truth, stuff that happens in my life that I add and subtract to for your reading pleasure- cuz as you know I live for giving you pleasure…yeah your.mum.rates.me.

You know what bugged me a few days ago? Don’t pee with anticipation, I’m gonna tell you as always.

It was French, and myself and a friend looked up a word in the French dictionary, only for hilarity to consume when we saw the definition and the French equivalent. I made a poem using these words and other French words, (I’m not going to tell you, these are two teenage girl we’re talking about- it’ll be damaging to your innocent ears)
Trying to control our laugher, we told the crowd in the table next to us, who couldn’t get the joke.
Next class, I tried to explain what happened to the other crowd, only for them to conclude they didn’t find it funny.
On hearing this, my friend, who for the record was falling off her chair laughing, told the other crowd she never found it funny and was only “playing along”.
WTF? Really? Suddenly if they don’t find it funny, you don’t either? Well
at least in know where I stand with you then. Crowd pleaser.
Damn that annoyed. That fecking annoyed me. Really really annoyed me. Two faced. That’s all it is.

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Misseejit Can’t Ice Skate


So as the title suggests, I went ice skating.
It was my friend’s birthday, me, her and two others went to the ice-disco from 7-10pm.
I’ll admit I was excited, really excited, last time I went ice skating I was about six and I can’t remember a thing. I stepped onto the ice, fine for a while, until my friends all skated ahead of me while I wobbled my way around. The excitement wore off in about half an hour when I realised I couldn’t skate to save my life.
I personally wouldn’t take ice skating up as a hobby, and I was the only one out of my friends that wasn’t at all sporty, the birthday girl in question and another friend are the type of ‘no fear’ sporty girls that do several different sports plus training In-between. They we’re fearless, but then what do you expect from a girl that does Martial Arts, two hours of swimming four times a week, hockey and half-marathons?

One of the biggest dangers was the Speed skaters, the boys that went around the rink at about 20 mph with their custom made skates ( I doubt neon yellow skates with neon orange laces were available to rent) and spray ice at you when they see people struggling. They’d come flying past you and knock me clean off my feet.
Naturally, it would be human instinct to react to seeing blood. But when a clumsy, completely-lacking-skill-or-talent freak like me sees a trail of blood along the rink of course I’m gonna frigging react. Both me and the voice in my head.
Oh My God, that’s blood? GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE HANNAH GET THE HELL OUT! G.T.F.O! ABORT MISSION! RED ALERT…LITERALLY!

I fell the hardest on three several occasions. Ironically on my left side as ever since I severally fractured (or “completely smashed”) my right arm (on rollerblades don’tcha know) I’ve automatically shielded my arm.
I broke my left wrist when I was four, and now it’s in pain, and my left leg is in unbelievable pain, put it this way, I can’t sit down.
The whole time I was thinking when is this over? Let’s go home! but all the while my friends were having so much fun so I carried on with my sore ankles and aching derrière.

I really wanted to just sit and watch as I was really bored of skating around and around in circles, struggling to stay up right. But I knew If I did that, I’d kick myself and hate every ounce of my earthly being for giving up.

Finally, after hours of pain, We stepped off the ice, “have fun?” my friend said hopefully, but i knew she knew I didn’t enjoy it, I paused and thought how I’d phrase this reply,
“I may not be able to skate, but I had some fun failing,”
My friend giggled, Mission Accomplished.

I brought a hat with me to the rink, it looks like a panda and as I’m currently writing this back home in my house I refuse to take my hat off. it’s comfy, warm, and I look like a complete nutter in it. That’s style for you.

This gave me an idea on another weekly post-thingy. I’m thinking along the lines of “Peer Pressure- When my Friends Try To Get Me To Like Their Interests and Hobbies”
This topic is relevant to me, I have friend trying to change me all the time- there’s something for your amusement. Consider this as sort of starter for you, next week we’ll be looking at religion so stay tuned kids!

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PE, AKA torture


I’ve never understood the subject of Physical Education. I’ve never seen it’s importance. I despise it’s existence upon the education system.

I wouldn’t have minded it really, if the teacher hadn’t have marched in with a clipboard saying ‘Cross-Country’.
Oh FECK. Oh FECK.

Unfortunately, I had packed my Converse All Stars (as they have better grip in the Gym when we play netball) and coinsidently it began raining. Brilliant, rain, soaked shoes, soaked shoes, mud, running, out of breath, cold and two laps of this shit.

Everyone that wasn’t an athlete made a plan. We’d sprint up until we were obstructed from view of our teacher then walk really slowly until the period was over so we wouldn’t have to do another few laps.
The best part is we got this whole lecture that we should only do what were able to do, and then they put teachers at different point to shout at us if we started to walk or took short cuts. I was limping along with my hand holding my crippling pain in my left side fixing my drenched hair when I heard “COME ON GIRLS! THIS ISNT A CASUAL DANDER THROUGH THE PARK! MOVE.THOSE.FEET!”
My hilarious friend laughed at this then screamed “Let’s see you run bitch! Fecks Sake!” then stomped on. We agreed faking injuries was our only escape, and were prepared to break limbs to avoid all running activities.

How good am I at running? I came 7th last out of about 50-60 girls. Wow. Pure athlete, me. When I finished, all the teachers were at the entrance. “ok there Hannah?” one asked, the one I actually like. “yes, perfectly fine,”.
Back in the changing rooms everyone asked me how I found it. I didn’t speak for about ten minutes before saying, “I’m suing the school,”

“Good effort Hannah!” said my PE teacher, I think she only knows my name because I’m the one that’s 100% Pro-Netball, Anti-Hockey and openly unashamedly expresses my hatred for the subject without a shred of dignity. Or as I like to call it, honesty.

I’m becoming more and more honest with people I’ve found, even my friends have noticed. I must admit, it’s not a necessarily bad trait to have, I constantly know where I stand with people. I’m actual getting requests for my honesty in situations such as “Hey, what do think of my idea for our project?” and then I’d go on to express my opinion on that idea, even negatives. At least people know I’m not fake. I mean, I’ve got friends trying to get me to all these Christian meeting etc. So I’ve just had to say “Look, this isn’t something I commit myself too, religion isn’t something I can take seriously, I respect your views but Im not currently seeing the light,”.
Yeah, I suppose I feel a little guilty, but I’d feel worse if I lied.

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Halloween and Stuff


So it’s Halloween soon, oh how very scary.
Us here in Britain and Ireland don’t tend to make as big an effort as Americans. I’ve got no neighbours apart from my grandparents and a someone else so trick or treating isn’t all that fun. (not trick or treating as you know it, this is scaring people and playing knock-door-run etc) I’ve also been quietly hinting at my best friend who lives in a large neighbourhood-y area to have me over night as a lot of our friends live there too and it would be deadly craic. She said she’d “see what (she) could do,”.
She hasn’t replied to my texts- so I’m screwed.
I actually wanted to dress up as Cleopatra if I got the opportunity- but that’s unlikely. If my wish comes true ill just back-comb (or ‘tease’ if your American) my hair, go overboard on the eyeliner and find some dress to wear.

The field next to my house has flooded like many fields in the province due to the rain. There’s ducks on it! Ducks swimming in a field- it’s a pretty thing to look at from a window. It kinda brings you back down to earth.

I’m sick of X Factor already. I know Janet Devlin is from Northern Ireland and yay go her! But the local media have her in every single fricken story. And her hair is orange. ORANGE!
It glows on the stage lights. GLOWS LIKE A FRICKEN JACKEL LANTERN.
And Frankie! Don’t get me started on him. He can’t sing. Simples.

Anyways, I’ve got Halloween hinting to do. Smell ya later.

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Halloween and Stuff


So it’s Halloween soon, oh how very scary.
Us here in Britain and Ireland don’t tend to make as big an effort as Americans. I’ve got no neighbours apart from my grandparents and a someone else so trick or treating isn’t all that fun. (not trick or treating as you know it, this is scaring people and playing knock-door-run etc) I’ve also been quietly hinting at my best friend who lives in a large neighbourhood-y area to have me over night as a lot of our friends live there too and it would be deadly craic. She said she’d “see what (she) could do,”.
She hasn’t replied to my texts- so I’m screwed.
I actually wanted to dress up as Cleopatra if I got the opportunity- but that’s unlikely. If my wish comes true ill just back-comb (or ‘tease’ if your American) my hair, go overboard on the eyeliner and find some dress to wear.

The field next to my house has flooded like many fields in the province due to the rain. There’s ducks on it! Ducks swimming in a field- it’s a pretty thing to look at from a window. It kinda brings you back down to earth.

I’m sick of X Factor already. I know Janet Devlin is from Northern Ireland and yay go her! But the local media have her in every single fricken story. And her hair is orange. ORANGE!
It glows on the stage lights. GLOWS LIKE A FRICKEN JACKEL LANTERN.
And Frankie! Don’t get me started on him. He can’t sing. Simples.

Anyways, I’ve got Halloween hinting to do. Smell ya later.

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Drama, joy, failures and the future


So just for the record, I currently have

  • a friend ignoring me
  • A friend who thinks she’s better than me
  • A friend trying to turn me to Christianity
  • A friend I communicate soley through Facebook
  • a friend who’s being bitched about by a friend, and is now returning the favour and bitching about the friend who’s bitching about her
  • a friend asking me for advice
  • and my closest friend and I are slowly drifting apart.
    Yah, my life is a spider web of drama and there’s so many flies caught in it, this spider doesn’t know which one to tend to first.

    I also was the only one in my science class to fail a test. This means my science teacher wants me to repeat it tomorrow during lunch. It kind of hit me…Im not doing that well in school recently. I’m constantly forgetting homework, procrastinating when I should be studying, answering back etc. And everything else…is slowly going down hill.
    So yeah- FML

    On a lighter note, I think I’ll do psychology for GSCE. I just think it’s interesting. I’ve gone off the idea of being a doctor, I’ll stick with english and journalism. I mean, I’m good at english, I like english, it just makes sense in my brain-but subjects like science that I’m
    genuinely interested in, require a lot of hard work, something I think I’ll get bored of.
    But of course, as per usual, mother only sees medicine and law as acceptable career choices for me. I say journalism, she seems ok, but I know inside shes rolling her eyes when I tell her I want to be at press conferences rather than performing a heart transplant.
    English just clicks, It just comes to me. Things just make sense. Like 1 + 1= 2.
    It’s easy, and i instinctually know the answer. for example,a character (a murderer) in a text in English class was described as ‘inhuman’- this means he doesn’t posses human qualities such as emotions. This means he can’t feel pain or sadness or guilt, in turn suggesting he’s merciless.
    In some cases, journalism is like blogging and getting paid and having a career out of it.

    Okay, I’d better do something about this science. L8RS.

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    A brief update of occurrences!


    Well? How are all of my hundreds of adoring blog readers?
    Oh sorry, my mistake, there’s not hundreds of you…theres about two.

    You may or may not have noticed that my blogging has been much less frequent than usual, I’m usually blogging everyday, rambling on about the vast waste of space I call my existence and you know what? I missed you lot!

    My group of friends’ stalker has finally learnt that standing silently among the more… popular fun kids and shoving anyone who stands in your way won’t exactly get you many brownie points. Actually, I saw her wandering around the school dance on her own, and turns out that no one had replied to a single text she sent- she sent my friend loads of texts in the space of an hour, they mostly consisted of
    “what are you wearing to the dance? 🙂 xxxxxxx” or
    “will you wait outside until I arrive?” and
    “why won’t you reply? I thought we were friends 😦 Jk, luv u really 😉 ttyl xxxxxxxx”

    Ttyl? TTYL? Who says that anymore?

    Moving swiftly on, and ASS has decided to rear his ugly head again and insult me once more. That dude has a problem with me and I have no idea why. He’s always making really obscene filthy references to or about me and freaking the frig out of me. If that guy wants to be a perv in later life, he’s certainly off to a good start.
    I kind of lost it and kicked him in the shins shouting “Asshole!” and he was left looking shocked.
    “what the hell was that for?” he exclaimed in his high pitched annoying voice.
    “for what you said earlier!” I said calmly, looking him in the eye, both eyebrows raised.
    ” oh, so are you gonna go cry to your Mommy, is that it? Your gonna say I hurt your feelings? Are you? Boo hoo! Boo hoo!” he said in an American accent and a whiney voice.
    I rolled my eyes. The reality of the situation is that boy has no real friends, they only like him when he’s funny, and hes an asshole to everyone all the time.

    Everyone in my class is obsessed with asking people who their “Top” are.
    Quiet literally asking them for the three or so people of the opposite gender that they find the most attractive.
    My friend ask me that today. I quickly changed the subject. “Tell me!” she said “go on!”
    “oh well!” someone else butted in, “we all know who her number one is…Shorty!”
    So yes, once upon a recent time in a land not so far away, he would have been, but no, not anymore…and probably not ever.
    The Shortster has seriously come out of his shell this year, seriously, he’s grown about four inches got a hair cut, finally lost the hair gel and I must say, who would have known that boy actually was pretty darn handsome underneath all that male bravado?
    Most girls agree he’s probably the hottest boy in our year, but often gets overshadowed by the others…as he is a bit of a weird one.

    I think that concludes all I have to say.
    And by the way, if you are reading, do comment or somehow tell me what you think, its greatly appreciated.

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    A Random Collection of Thoughts


    Hey, you know what I hate?
    Maths homework.
    I don’t understand why they teach us half the stuff they do.
    We’re the lazy, technology, there’s-an-app-for-that generation, so Why do I need to know how to turn a decimal into a fraction?
    Especially when you’ve got the
    crazy maths teacher that I have. Seriously, that guy is on something- a behind the counter something. You can just see it in his face every class, he’s constantly buzzing. He jumps and runs about the classroom and would randomly shout “STOP!” in the middle of class to get our attention- like Mr Humberfloob from The Cat in the Hat when he says FIIRRREEED!!!

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    I now refuse to do this homework- it makes my head hurt…or that just could be all three of the energy drinks I had today kicking in. I have a new addiction and they are Poweraid, Lucozade Sport, and BPM.

    You are unaware of this, but I actually
    Write a blog everyday. I just write one, edit it, and then decide either “yeah that’s alright,” or “neh, its too personal/offensive/controversial/shit,” and I either hit publish or just leave it in my drafts. There’s about fifteen sensational failures of blogs in my drafts now- I’ll get around to finishing them…at some point.

    My head’s messed up at the moment. In fact my whole body is. I couldn’t eat all week because of the pain of my braces, for some reason or another I can’t get to sleep at night despite being completely exhausted, leaving me EVEN MORE exhausted in the morning ( ergo the energy drinks) and I’m becoming forgetful and even more disorganised than usual- I completely forgot about a homework- I’m not organised at all but I have never forgotten to do a homework completely and left it 100% unfinished. I mean, sometimes I deliberately don’t do homeworks out of laziness then quickly scribble something before class and hand it in, but I’ve never sat in class, saw everyone else with their projects, ( yeah that’s right, I forgot about a whole PROJECT) and thought, ‘Oooooooh shit’.

    I need to get my head back together- so no more Hell’s Kitchen USA for me.

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