Being a 'Hipster'...

I suppose that this is a bit of a rant, but I think it needs to be said. To be blunt, I'm not liking this new hipster Christian cross themed stuff. Don't get me wrong, as a Christian myself, I love the fact that I can walk into an average clothes shop and buy things with crosses on and show off my faith a bit. However, there is still stuff that annoys me.

One thing that majorly frustrates me, it's not the rosary beads, Jesus bands, cross pendants, clothes and accesories all like this with Christian symbolism. It's the people wander around wearing this stuff when they're not actually Christian and don't believe in God, so why on earth would you want to wear a symbol of Jesus' love for you?

I detest the fact that some designs are basically making fun of my religion. I would normally just see it as its their choice to wear what they like but with so many designs being so anti-Christian is ridiculous! I saw a top with an upside-down cross inside a pentagram (witch-craft dissing the symbolism), a top that said 'Wasted Effort' with the T in wasted being a cross (hinting its a waste of effort being Christian) and I saw one top today where there was a cross that was on fire with bullet holes in it (killing the symbol completely).

Yes I understand that if you can buy Christian stuff, you should be able to buy anti-Christian stuff, but I never see anything being disrespectful to other religions (mainly because there would be a riot about it) but it hurts to see people happily wandering around with tops that are so disrespectful of other people's faiths.

End rant.

Leah, There's a Tortoise in My Garden...

Today I got a phone-call from my friendling to say her doggie had got hold of a tortoise. Due to the fact that I have a tortoise myself and am in some way obsessed with the little cuties, she rang me for help on the subject. I walked down and then we both walked back to mine with the tortoise in a bucket! We named the little sweetie, Eric.

However when we introduced Eric to my tortoise Sawyer, after a little bath, Eric had, as it were, strong urges for him. So I had to seperate them as Sawyer clearly didn't want it. We looked all over the internet for his species but could only guess at a spur-thigh of some kind. Then whilst he continued rampaging Sawyer's house, we made flyers for a lost tortoise and posted them through doors.

When I got home I got a phone-call from my friend to say that Eric's real name is Tank and she had found his owner. Aparently they were given him as every person who has had him have had issues with him raping other tortoises. I felt bad and slightly concerned that I had exposed my tortoise to him.

The Concept of a Relationship...

"I don't know how you have a boyfriend, not like that but how do you manage to stay with one person so long? I would just get pissed off with them."
"Well, we do piss each other off occasionally, but I suppose I love him too much to let things like arguements get to me too much."
"Hmmm...I don't understand the concept of a relationship."

After this mini-conversation with someone, I got into thinking about the concept of relationships. I mean at first I couldn't understand how someone couldn't get the idea of a relationship. Then I thought about all the players, whores and people that just don't have a clue about the function of a relationship. So then I got into thinking, how would you explain what a relationship is?
My answer was something along the lines of "A relationship is a really close friendship in which you can talk in confidence and trust the other person, but with certain 'advantages' as it were, and also maybe a bit of love mixed in if you are at that stage."

However I've been thinking even more into it and what you would class as a relationship. And by the way I mean relationship as in boyfriend and girlfriend not just friends. Since from what i described it sounds just like friends with benefits. So I think you'd have to include some kind of commitment in the explanation too. However one person in a relationship may have a higher commitment than the other, which is where cheating comes into play.
And how 'active' do you have to be with someone for it to be classed as a relationship? I mean are you in a relationship when you're going out on dates? Or do you have to wait for holding hands and hugging? But then people do that with their friends, I mean hell, I kiss most of my friends, does that mean I'm in a mass open relationship? No, it doesn't. So does that conclude you have to have some kind of sexual contact? Or can you be in a relationship with just emotional attachment?
Then I found this thing on the interweb that said 60% of people wouldn't be dating the person they're with if they had the choice. I mean I was joking in my head at the idea of trading my boyfriend for the young patrick swayse because of his ultimate fitness and amazing hands, but I know I never could because in my heart I wouldn't trade him for anyone. (P.S. that's us in the piccy.)
So all of this has left me quite confuzzled about relationships, I guess in some ways I can only compare to 'relationships' I've had and who i would class as I dated them. I mean there was Ryan who cheated on me, but he asked me out over phone and the next time I saw him I ended it. So I wouldn't class him as a relationship. I wouldn't class Liam as a relationship when I was 11 and he got all creepy, but I had no emotional attachment to him, nor did we do anything, I don't think I even hugged him.
However Tom, Chris, another Ryan and Paul (my current boyfriend) I would say that I had a relationship with all of them. However some were more important than others, I am still no way near defining what a relationship is clear enough. I guess relationships are just complicated.

I Used to Babysit Orlando Bloom...

So, sorry for not posting something for ages but I found I was writing it in my diary rather than blogging. then I really couldn't be bothered to write it twice.

Well, I've been quite busy since the last time I posted:

- Me and my friends went to Tescos with me dressed as a cat and one of my friends dressed as a tomato.
- We did the exam piece for drama where I remembered lines but the guy missed the music queue again!
- I went to the sixth form party, got a bit drunk and hid a bottle of vodka outside.
- We had our family friend over with her new boyfriend who used to babysit Orlando Bloom!
- On Easter Sunday, I met my boyfriends granparents, from his mother's side.
- We had family friends round for lunch with lots of chocolate cake.
- I had a sleepover in Cranford, looking at baby calfs!
- I went to a 18th birthday in Kettering where it was either drinking games or Lego Harry Potter.
- There was a surprise 18th for a friend where we hid behind sofas and under cushions quite obviously and the fish died!
I also went to visit my grandparents for the first week in the holidays. I still find it weird though, that my nanny is more of a milk and cookies kind of person and my grampy is a beer and fag kind of guy.

Oh, What a Mistake I Made...

After watching last night's drama performances, our group was quite stressed. So we decided to do rehearsals from 1pm until our performance at 6pm. It was fun, and we had some pictures taken, and we sang to rid of our nerves, however we seemed to overwork our rehearsals due to what happened in the actual performance.
I forgot a section of my lines for Olivia, Alex forgot one of his lines for Malvolio, Iona forgot some words in the lines for Viola and the music didn't play so I hummed from behind the screen! Ugh it was so stressful, and I even ended up crying, I was just so gutted I forgot the lines! It's stupid really as i remembered them when i got home!
Now I have the song from last night in my mind:
"Oh what a mistake I made, for a virgin, what a mistake I made; now I have been family wade, for a sailor across the water."

Looking Like a Leopard...

When I went to bed last night, it was difficult to sleep due to the amount of little pain spots I have on my body at the moment. It got me to thinking; if I were to die and somhow lose my face, and someone had to identify my body, I have so many marks on my body it would be quite an easy job.

I mean I have a scar on my forehead from cracking my head open when I was six for riding my bike without a helmet, I have another scar on the opposite end of my forehead drom when a dart hit me on New Years day 2001. I have a burn mark on my arm from the work oven, a burn mark on my wedding finger from an iron, a burn mark mark on the inside of my elbow from the gridle at work, and all those burns happened in one week last year! Most recently I have a bruise on my neck from well, you can guess that one, and I got a burn mark on my hand and one on my forearm from work last weekend. I also have a birth mark on my right hip. Not that you really need to know all this but I was thinking I'm like Mr Blobby with his dots but female and not so fun in getting my marks way.

I mean now you could identify me if i die! Unless some other weirdo is like me in looking like a leopard.

My Hands Smell of Potatoes...

So it's Mothering Sunday; the day in which children run around after their mother that little bit more, before going back to refusal of chores and control of the TV remote the next morning. I bought mum a prayer stome, but chore-wise this year I have cleaned my room, and that takes a good few hours believe me. I also decorated mum's food to look like a face for breakfast, a butterfly for lunch and a heart for dinner. However we hand Neeps and Tatties and my hands now smell of potatoes.

Oh yeah, our drake is finally being a man and treading the ducks, he is a bit slow but that is what we can expect after naming him Sheldon; and my tortoise Soya decided to become Gandalf with a bit of lettuce.

The Traditional First Blog...

So I've given into the pressure of blogging. I am an avid facebooker but I've got to admit I'm a hater of Twitter and 'tweeting' about crap. So yeah, this is my intro post that it seems every blogger starts off with.


I end with the quote of the day from my english teacher Mr.Andrews (Pat) :

"It's like rolling on oysters."