Seems like someone unfollowed my blog :( sad times.

Ok, so I've been offered an exciting proposition, this could be the second time I could potentially be doing this, do I go? Or should I be a good girl and stay at home revising..........

On one hand, it seems like it could be fun, fun and exciting and a nice oppertunity, but on the other hand, it could lead to regret and other nasty things, someone could find out and it could turn nasty, and weird, and people could feel uncomfortable, and things could be awkward on the bus on the way to school in the morning.

Should I go?

This blog will change your perspective of life.

I really don't see the point in GCSE's, but I'm not going to fail because of it.

If you think about it,  you can work as hard as you like, get great GCSE's, get great A levels, get into a top university, get a great degree, get a great job, get a great house, live in your great house all alone because you spent all your time studying on your own and have no life, but it's ok because you'll be able to pay your bills and buy the latest 100000 gb ipad + a nice suit for your work's christmas party that's your only chance to meet women, but they don't want you because you have nothing to talk about other than work + your car +  your ipad.

Ok....

So, at the moment I feel like an astronaut lost in space. Stuck between the plain, safe, mundane Earth, and the dangerous, isolated, yet exciting terrains of the planet Mars.

Hello Helen, how exactly would you describe yourself?

I've been thinking about making this blog for a few days now. Basically I'm going to tell you what I think of myself, best qualities, worst qualities and all that jazz, I don't know if you'll agree or not, but I think this could be an interesting experiment.

Ok.

So, in my 15 years I haven't achieved much, I'm still yet to fall in love or fall off a cliff, I would say that I'm a respectful person, and I wouldn't say that I wasn't generous, although I'm not super generous, I used to be quite shy, and I can be shy in some social situations, but once you get me all excited I'm definitely not shy. In fact I could be viewed as a bit of a slut, but I'm still pretty innocent with my virginity tied tightly wth wire to my knickers. I think I'm a funny person, but I'm not too smart, so my kind of humour isn't the witty sort, it's just the stupid, lame, jokey sense of humour, I don't think it's even particularly funny anyway :/ I think I'm a bit too big for my boots tbh, I'll go out in a nice outfit (that isn't even that nice) and in my head, I sneer at the chavs with fake uggs and jeggings :( shame on me, Helen. I think I'm reliable, although I'm always late, I usually stick to my promises, although if it involves remembering things and stuff, I have been known to forget things. I do stick at things though, like belly dancing, that's a lot of fun, and blogging, I post at least twice a week, and I'm not going to let it fizzle out! I like to think that I don't care what people think, but I totally do, if I didn't care what people thought I would have said a lot of crazy things now, in fact, that's why I come accross as being so polite, I'm just too scared of annoying, or hurting someone, I'm scared of what they'd say back to me, I hate being enemies with people, it's just weird and I absolutely fucking hate DRAMA. Some people can be suuuchhhh drama queens. If your boyfriend dumps you, get over him, don't post the story on facebook etc. To tell the truth, I think about things too much in a weird way, I'm forever analysing things in my head, not the important things, just the stupid things, like the way in which they made the special effects in a film, or the way the lamp posts are arranged down my street, it's stupid, but it's pretty entertaining. Unfortunately, I spend a lot of time thinking about money, there's pretty much always something that  I've got my eye on, that I'm saving up to buy. Boys are on my brain a bit too, but not nearly as much as they used to be, not because those boy-thoughts are being replaced by girl-thoughts, but because I've just grown up and I know that boyfriends really are not worth the stress and worry and ting, and that drunkenly getting off with several boys at one party more than makes up for the love of a boyfriend that just takes waayy too long to get over. Ok, basically, I cba to write any more of this self analysis so I'll see ya later aligator ;)

Eat my shit mr

I'm trying to think of something positive to write a blog about, but the only positive things I can think of to blog about that isn't going to offend anyone involves rodeo dancing on a chair in Sasha Miles' garden, and obviously my great life and ting that I tend to go on about a lot, but hmmmmmmm, I feel pretty bad atm about stuff, but it's stupid and so am I.

I just want to enjoy these fun times coming up now without any brawls and catfights (yes, if you knew who I was talking about you probably wouldn't think 'catfight' but believe me, a catfight is what it would be)

I can't wait for Alice's party on saturday, chat roulette has already approved my costume ;) I'm looking forward to it an awful lot.

You've gotta love Harry P.

cowboys rule

I certainly had a grrrrrreat time last night, thanks to sasha and nem, it was a grrrrreat night

bring on alice's!

Miss Tsatsas

She was a very very very kind woman, it was only a week ago that she sat in our science lesson, silently smiling, I never really spoke to her much, but we used to have fun times with her when we did textiles in year 9.

One time, Paul was singing "what what, in the butt?" by Samwell, it was very funny at the time, we were blow-drying our hot water bottle covers, then Paul said to Miss Tsatsas: "hey madam, you wanna hear a song?" and she was like "yeah ok!" and then Paul realised it was an inappropriate song to sing to a teacher. We spent forever laughing at that, while she just looked at us, intrigued, most likely scared, but with a smile, and she was just like "what are you laughing at guys??? Sing this song to me then!" which sent us into even more hardcore fits of laugher. She was a nice woman, and I caaaan't believe she just died so suddenly, I really hope her family and friends are ok.

Alexandra Tsatsas, you've gotta love that woman. R.I.P, I'm sure she's up there with St. Michael and all his homeboys xx

I guess it's ok to post this here because I know you cba to read this or do anything friendship related

I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo pissed off with you atm.

ok, so it's not labels anymore

Nowdays, it's the crowds. we all used to "label" ourselves, label everyone else apparently and we would socialise within our labels and that was that, or maybe that was just America? Nowadays we have "crowds" and "groups" and there's "borders" and "stages" of friendship, and membership within these crowds, and do you know what I find ridiculous about these "crowds"?

With "labels" it wasn't as bad, you see, with "labels" there were reasons for us all to split, we liked different things, listened to different music, wore different clothes, but in our "crowds" we all like the same things, we wear the same clothes, we're friends with the same people and yet we're still defined within our "crowds" or "groups". It's the fashion nowadays, all the girls want to dress like Alexa Chung and the boys want to be Jamie T and everyone listens to mumford and sons.

I don't get it, the girls in another crowd I know are totally nice, and I would quite happily socialise with them, I like what they wear, I like where they go and that's cool, but why don't I? I don't, because I'm not part of their crowd, yes, I'd say hi to them in town, speak to them in school, but I haven't quite reached that stage where I'd get invited to one of their parties, and that's okkkkkk, I don't really know where to go on from here, but I'm just fed up of being part of a "crowd" that two of my best friends aren't in.

I swear...

all of the nice boys are either taken nowadays, or out of bounds, you can't like one boy because your friend had a thing for him a month or so ago, but your friend also has a thing for someone else, and a few other people, and then this other girl had a thing going on with this other guy, and this other guy doesn't like her but he likes you, and you would totally go there if he hadn't messed around your friend, but then there's also another nice girl who likes this guy, and you don't want her to hate you, because let's face it, however polite and nice the girl dating the guy you like actually is, is a complete bitch in your eyes. Dating within friendship groups can be perfect sometimes, but then you break up, and everything's a delicate mess, you can't even drunkenly get off with someone at a party nowadays without having the piss taken out of you, or the other person *cough* I'm just going to jog this out of my system

I had to pause lady gaga to write this blog for you guys. you should feel special.

I'm sorry that I'm such a hoebag, I really am, I don't mean to be such a slut and a slag and muff gatherer and a cock wannabanger and a BUMDER

I'm a major flirt, I need to stop flirting so much, I'm a complete skank at the moment.

I don't want a boyfriend or anything though, I just want to chill, enjoy being single without leading anyone on, and do my own thing, boys are great and all, but I'm too busy at the moment for a boyfriend.



I need one of these cool belt buckles to keep my pants on

drumroll

I was thinking to myself today, I have a pretty exciting life!
I've done lots of weird and wonderful things, and I've had lots of great oppertunities, I've had the drama and the fun and tbh, I think my life would be a lot more enjoyable to watch on the telly than Ronnie Mitchell's.

To name a few there's the blacking out + grazed face incident, the 4 girls 2 guys at one party fiasco, the alcy father, live @ the barn! my brilliant friends! Lourdes! the new year's eve disaster! oakley's birthday party with bradz and jamie john, it's madness, and then I also get to tell people that I belly dance.

hooray for my life!