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Mimicking a trumpet and other such adventures

This week, I have been locked in a room with people sitting in straight lines – Sectioned in a metal institute? I wish. This phenomena involves me of course catching a ghastly cold SLAP BANG in the middle of this examination process. Yes just like most people my age I’m taking exams 😦 *sad face FML* Also, every time I actually take the polite approach to coping with nasal congestion by holding a tissue to my nasal passages and mimicking a trumpet, the entire exam room turns around to look at me like I’m some sort of freak.
My Facebook newsfeed is abominated with Omg I hate exams :'(, Ugh Miss/Mr ___ is so AWFUL!!, English will be THE DEATH OF ME!!! Meanwhile I quip, “Heading to the convent anyway, so feck it all”.

Snow Patrol’s new album Fallen Empires was something I got for Christmas that I’ll happily admit to. Why? It’s just SO.GOOD. I’m being serious, if you get a chance, check them out. Really, something positive came out of Northern Ireland- hard to believe I know. I’d put the links up but unless you’re half chimp or something, get your ass to Google and type S-N-O-W P-A-T-R-O-L.
And do me a favour and tell me what you think if you do get a listen, I kind of love them just.

I was away this weekend and before we left, mother told me to tidy my room. Why? What logic is there for tidying a room that I won’t be living in until the next weekend? “because I said so,” she’d say
because I said so- translation- Because I’ve more authority over you until you turn eighteen. True story.

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Music and Its Many Memories.

I don’t know about you, but I’m a massive fan of music, and not just one genre, but most. I was discussing with a friend about songs that trigger a certain thought or memory in your head when you hear them. First of all, the discussion began about change, and I said even just that word, Change, reminded me of the Taylor Swift song of the same name ( don’t judge my love for Taylor Swift, deep down everyone likes her songs…unless your Kanye West of course).
Kings of Leon’s Use Somebody reminds me of my dad, but the funny thing is I have no idea why. I think it’s because on holiday, we used to sit in a certain bar everynight, and the live singer sang that particular song on acoustic guitar at least once every night while dad and I sat talking about everyday things, as it was really the only time we really got to have an actual, proper conversation- and I have to say, I think we learnt more about each other.
I’ve proclaimed my love for Mumford and Sons on many occasions, as every single song they put their name too just makes me feel good. Such an organic, earthy sound that brings me back home. Real music. I close my eyes and I’m in my house, curled up on the sofa, earphones in and the world shut out, listening to a whirlwind of banjos and guitars and acoustics and thumping beats with my sister tapping me on the shoulder telling me to stop singing so loudly.
It’s funny how songs can change your mood so quickly too. Count on Me by Bruno Mars make me feel all emotional as it reminds me of a friend of mine, it describes things we’ve been through and how without each other, goodness knows where we’d be. At a dance, the DJ played ADELE’s Someone Like You and all of a sudden everyone calmed down. One minute they were bouncing around to JLS singing “THE CLUB IS ALLLIVEE…” and then next everyones huddled, singing along with all the power their lungs could behold.
Oddly enough, some songs remind me of some of the most random memories possible. Robbie William’s You Know Me reminds me of Christmas shopping- that song has no relation to Christmas whatsoever from my knowledge.
All the same, it’s weird how a sound can interact with you and change how your feeling and your current train of thought. Simply switch with a strum of a guitar or beat of a drum. And it doesn’t necessarily have to be a song about heartbreak or long lost love, it’s just about everything.

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Birthday predicament

Yeah- as the title says, I kinda have a dilemma.
Im feeling like My mum is pressuring me to do something for my birthday, and I said I didn’t really want to do anything just to avoid fuss as I had a pretty rough year, and invites would certainly cause arguments.

This of course, is a lie, I’d love to get like, my entire class (give or take two or three) round my house for something really immature like fancy dress or a bouncy castle!
My problem is that I have to please everyone, I’ve noticed that this need to be little miss friendly with everyone is more a downfall and actually causes me to appear two-faced.
So after I told my mum that Id just throw an open invite to the movies or something, she suggested that I chose five friends max. To get dinner at a restaurant beforehand – her treat.
At first I fretted, if I invite this person, I’ll have to invite that person or if I don’t invite so-and-so, whats-her-face won’t come.
But I realised, half these people I’m worrying about don’t give a crap about me. It’s my birthday and after the year I’ve had, I’m gonna have a good time and not sacrifice fun for the sake of being “nice”.
So I’ve made my decision, I’ve picked five friends, and I’ll tell the appropriate people to come to the cinema that Saturday night, and if anyone questions my actions, I’ll tell them straight . I have a pretty good idea about who might crash the party or ask me why they didn’t hear about it- so I’m mentally preparing.

I’ve got myself in a good state of mind and I’m proud of myself.
I shouldn’t need to be friends with everyone, it’s not good for a person, so, I’m mentally rehearsing phrases along the lines of “…..because were not really friends anymore ….”
It’s time for me to be honest, not a beeyatch, just honest.

And I leave you with these Wise words,

“that’s what the world needs- more bastards”

Ah the wise wisdom of Alex Day!

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I’ll be a psychotherapist- cuz I’m soooooo qualified

I’ve inherited a new role. One I didn’t exactly apply for. One I didn’t expect and one I’m most certainly not qualified for. It’s nothing official, but I have noticed the amount of people coming to me for advice.
I’m the last person to come to for advice. Absolutely one hundred percent. And half of the advice I’m asked for is about relationships. Honest to god this confuses me, I mean, I’ve never been in a relationship, And whenever I’ve got anywhere close to one, it goes pear shaped at the last moment.
Why are people asking me all this? I’m awful for giving advice! I always manage to miss a detail of a situation or something and give the wrong advice altogether.
I feel so unqualified. I’m flattered about people trusting me, but uncomfortable that their taking advice from me.
It’s just…. Strange. I could be telling them the wrong thing altogether.
I’m just saying, if your gonna ask me about stuff, make sure your confident enough to listen to the answer.

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