Race Day

No, not ethnic minorities, they get enough of the press for doing things, like being the objects of abuse, or being the abusers, it's so difficult to be politically correct nowadays I just give up. As you may have noticed.

Damn white bastards.

See, I had to use white, because otherwise it's racist. Now, granted, I am fairly white, but if someone of a different ethnic or national background said that, would it be construed as racist? It seems the stereotypical racist incident is white guys hurling abuse at black and asian people. What about all the black/asian tension? What about the inherent racial tensions between different groups of asians? Holy God, we even have people from "ethnic minorities" being abusive to white people! It's a strange world we live in where people focus and separate themselves on their differences instead of learning from other peoples' culture and becoming a stronger race.

Indeed, I've noticed on buses and trains people will always try and stay as far away from you as possible, trying to stay in their own little spaces. It just seems like people want to be left alone nowadays, and it's sad. Thank you very much, Mrs "Iron Lady."

Still, Race Day. The London Marathon. My dad ran it, well done to him.

Wish I could have seen more of it, but I'm such a lazy sod. That's why I'm so scared of exams. It's a terrible thing to be scared of, because with some fears you can grapple with them and overcome them. These make life like trench warfare: the buildup is horrendous, bearing down on your psyche like the Moon itself crashing into Earth, before Zeus' thunderbolt claps and suddenly they're everywhere, and it's all you can do to keep fighting against horrible odds and not turn your rifle on yourself. And then comes the gas.....

Well maybe not the gas, but still, exams are a horrid stage of life and are utterly pointless in a practical sense. Still, once they're over, 4 MONTH SUMMER HOLIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Party down.

Ah I do envy..... them, those people. You know the ones I mean. The people with those shirts and that sort of swagger... ahh I'm just talking crap now, see you lovely lot later! (Notice my aliteration; now, if I were in an exam, I would have to analyse that. Perhaps you might say I use the aliteration of "l" to emphasise the beginning of "lovely", extending it to really give it meaning. Well, no, sorry, I did it because it sounded vaguely amusing and I was bored. Fuck you, AQA!)

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways...

A beautiful quote from a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, which they're using at the moment to advertise bagels at the moment. God I do love bagels......

Anywho, according to my good friend Google it is Earth Day. What is that, you ask? You're guess is as good as mine. It's probably a pagan festival dressed up as something else to celebrate the birth if the Earth or something. Wait a minute, I think I just described Christmas...

So, it's been a while since I posted on here, and it appears I'm being stalked! It doesn't surprise me to be honest. I'm young, attractive, talented and, let's not forget, ginger. I'm surprised it's taken this long to be honest. Still, it's very welcome, so call all your stalker friends and point them in my direction!

(Include pictures.)

It seems as though Spring is well and truly here. The sun is beaming, the trees and blossoming and the insects are once again making a beeline for me. people are making plans for the holidays and exams are sharpening their teeth in preparation to rip our souls to shreds. I do love spring. Suddenly the world seems accessible again, our doors thrown open in defiance of the chill breeze to get in as much heat as we can to compensate for the miserable six months comprising our winter. I know winter only really lasts three months but in England, how can we really tell?

My dad is running the London Marathon this weekend (rather him than me) and if he survives, he's having a party where I've been asked to put on a band. That is going to be a disaster I can tell you, musicians are dropping out left, right and centre and no replacements are available at all. Bugger it all, this is indeed a lesson in management as my dad keeps reminding me. I'm just regretting agreeing to this.

OH WELL, at least I'm not the one running the bloody race.

Let's pray to the god of whichever religion you belong to that the prom will be even better than our Year 11 one. I might even bring my hat. Jokes.

Jokes....