Don't Try This At Home.

So, how did 4 gigs in 1 week turn out?

Well, to sum it up:
I'm covered in bruises.
I have a lump on the side of my head where someone punched/elbowed me.
My jaw/neck kills due to the fact that someone punched me in the face/neck.
Being repeatedly hit in the head has left me with a thumping headache.
I'm so tired I've slept the past two Saturdays the whole day through.
For some bizzare reason I've lost my appetite and feel sick.
My legs can't cope with the simplest of tasks, like walking.

And...

I had a bloody brilliant week. All the injuries and tiredness were worth it and I would do it all again without hesitation. So thanks very much to My Passion, The Blackout, All Time Low, Kids In Glass Houses, Lostprophets, Cobra Starship, The King Blues and Enter Shikari.

Roll on March. :)

Urban Dictionary?

Apparently everyone keeps looking up their names on Urban Dictionary lately. I was confused so I typed in 'Holly' (because that's my name obviously) and here's what popped up:

"A word used to describe a beautiful and bright being. usally linked to a girl of average height with blonde hair and brown eyes."

Well the first part's correct of course (jokes, that was sarcasm) but the second part isn't, partly due to the misspelling of 'usually' and partly because it's just a wrong description anyway. It then continued:

"A very cool person"

"Verb - to holly - to appear as though you're doing work, but actually doodling 'knowledge trees' and running a secret network of criminal organizations."

"Shes the girl whos really cool and always flippin jolly, it must be said shes off her head the one and only Holly."

I particularly like the last one because years and years and years ago I got a mug that had the exact same poem on it and I STILL have that mug.

:)

A Disney Discussion.

I often seem to find myself in discussion about Disney films. Perhaps it's because I have a younger sister, perhaps it's because I'm childish or perhaps it's because Disney films these days really are that bad.

Yes, I said it. Disney films these days are absolutely awful. They tell horrid, predictable stories and focus far too much on the special effects which are overused and therefore not so special at all.

But back in the good old 90's? Those really were the days. Being a kid was so much fun then because Disney films were so good. Snow White, Cinderella, Peter Pan, Lady and the Tramp, Sleeping Beauty, One Hundred and One Dalmatians, Mary Poppins, The Jungle Book, Winnie the Pooh, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, The Lion King, Pocahontus, Toy Story, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Hercules, George of the Jungle, Mulan, A Bug's Life, Tarzan, The Emperor's New Groove... and then it all went wrong.

These days there have only really been a few good Disney films; The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Bridge to Terabithia, Meet the Robinsons and Enchanted.

Come on Disney, make some good films already.

Nice Save, Holly.

It's a universal rule that foul language is forbidden at schools. It's a universal fact that I just can't keep from using foul language. To put it into perspective I believe I was once voted as "The person who swears the most." Now, this isn't exactly the greatest honour in the world but bad language really doesn't bother me as much as it does other people. To me, as long as you're not saying it to diliberately hurt someone and you're not being completely serious, it's not a big deal.

Today I was in my form room and, as usual, I wasn't really paying much attention to anything academic. My form tutor 'Miss S' was discussing something or other and it wasn't until I heard her say, "So remember to fill out that form before the deadline..." that I began to pay attention. Here's what followed:

Me: What? What are you talking about?
Gemma: We have to fill out our Sixth Form applications online before March.
Me: F***!
Miss S: What was that?
Me: Nothing.
Everyone else: [Snigger snigger]
Miss S: Did you just say 'I've failed'?
Me: No... I mean YES.
Everyone else: [Snigger snigger]
Miss S: That doesn't make sense. How have you failed?
Gemma: Nice Save!
Me: HIGH FIVE! HIGH FIVE!
Miss S: Oh, I don't understand...

She then walked off looking confused.

So here's a piece of advice for all of you: The next time you use bad language in front of a member of staff somewhere [or perhaps your parents] just pretend that you said something else. It really IS that simple, sometimes.

I'm All Grown Up.

I'm not really. Had you fooled.

Anyway, here's a really pointless topic of discussion for today (even more pointless than that Chicken Nugget conversation that nobody would understand)...

Have you ever noticed how much you've changed?

I remember when I first started school. I cried and then ended up on the top of a yellow slide. As I left school, I said goodbye to someone and she got confused as to why I knew her name. I pointed out that we'd spent the whole day playing together. Her response was something like "Oh yeah."
So when I was a little kid I was super shy, hated wearing frilly socks, watched the Lion King on repeat and liked green grapes. I tried to con my mum into buying me Cake Mix every time we went shopping and I collected Pokemon cards. It was your average childhood and a nice one at that.

When I was a bit older (about 6 or 7) I remember winning an English Award. I had my photo taken and an article was written in the local paper. I also won a silver trophy which I was allowed to keep for a year but I had to give it back early because we moved house.
One of the things that has never changed: I always have and always will love writing.

Once upon a time I was at the park with a group of friends and we sat around enjoying the summer, sharing 2 litre bottles of Cherryade and playing various versions of 'Chicken'. Every time a train went past someone would shout 'GET OFF BLACK' and everyone would run for it.
During that time I was a bit of a rebel... well, as much as a rebel as I will ever be. Ok, so I wasn't a rebel but it was a fun time.

Starting secondary school was a complete change. I found it super awkward and I hated the shiny tables in maths. I often got lost as well but I was too nervous to stop and ask anyone.
Around about this time I went back to 'Shy Holly' and found my love for books again. I was extremely unorganised and my room was so messy that you couldn't see the floor. My excuse: I was getting prepared for becoming a teenager.

Today, I made Laura choke on her drink. We spent the whole of lunch laughing. I found out that I got full marks on my English coursework and was complimented on my writing.
I have great friends, a great family and I enjoy school. I still love the Lion King and writing but I prefer pears to green grapes. I hate frilly socks but my room is super tidy. People accuse me of having OCD and even though I walk through the same park every day, I never sit at the swings drinking cherryade. I still think that Knock Down Ginger is the best game ever invented but I don't play it anymore and I still hate the shiny tables in the maths department. I finally know my way around school, sort of. I try and con my mum into buying me cake mix and I still have my Pokemon cards in a shoebox somewhere.

I'd say I've grown up quite a bit... maybe. :)

For Once, I Did A Good Deed.

The other day, yesterday to be precise, I was walking along when a lady dropped her bag and the contents spilled out across the path in front of me. Stupidly I said, "Oh sorry" as though it was my fault. It most definitely wasn't, it was simply because she was carrying far too many bags that there was a 90% chance that she was going to drop at least one. Which she did. So I asked her if she wanted help, to which she chuckled and said "No thank you." However, she was still carrying all these bags and there was now a 50% chance that she was going to drop one, again. So, stupidly I dithered about ready to catch any of her bags if she dropped them but she didn't and so I looked like a complete idiot. End of story.

Basically, the point I'm trying to make is that these days people don't really do anything nice for each other and when they do, everyone always seems extremely surprised as though it's some great novelty that people are actually being friendly. The lady I just mentioned didn't act like this but I was shocked at myself for pausing to help her out.

I was just thinking how completely frustrating it is that people can't be bothered to help each other out anymore. Rather than ignoring people or thinking about it first, being a nice person should be a natural thing. It's a shame that it isn't.

A Strange Conversation.

"Ok, I forgive you Jade for leaving me the other day. You know, to get the train... Now give me chicken nuggets!"

"Do you like chicken nuggets?"

"I just- yes, I do..."

I'm not sure why I posted this, it was just one of those conversations that began with a strange theory about forgiving people and ended without a context.