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6.-Feb-2011 08:06 pm(kein Betreff)
Marwood & Withnail
 Bold what pertains to you and post to your own journal.

I am...

Happy. Sad. A good friend. Adventurous. Shy. Confident. Procrastinating. A male. Bored. Anxious. Clumsy. Sociable. Always punctual. Selfish. Intelligent. Funny. A female. Sarcastic. Insecure. Sick. Beautiful. Articulate. Loud. Kind. Even tempered. Honest. Short. Tall. Medium height. Proud of myself. Loving. Witty. Down to earth. Outspoken. Determined. High-maintenance. Pretty. Assertive. Organized. Selfless.

I have...

Brown hair. Brown Eyes. Blue Eyes. Curly hair. Long fingernails. Braces. Chipped nail polish. Long legs. Straight hair. A side-fringe. Long eyelashes. Sore feet. Freckles. Dark skin. Medium skin. Green eyes. Blonde hair. Dyed hair. Short legs. Red hair. Big boobs. Rosy cheeks. Wavy hair. Black hair. Small-ish waist. Tattoos. Piercings. Big ears. Short hair.

I love...

Flowers. Kisses. Summer. Coffee. The rain. Candles. Incense. Late night talk shows. Insects. Hugs. Attention. The beach. Chocolate. Music. Beanies. Harry Potter. Twilight. Facebook. Black and white photos. Sleeping in. Driving. Narrating my pet's thoughts. Opening gifts. Buying gifts. Halloween. Cute texts. Apples. Compliments. Country music. Hip hop. Sushi. Sports. Art. Singing. Seeing my loved ones happy. Surprises. Sunsets and sunrises. Skinny dipping. Horror movies. Simon Cowell. Family Guy. Garlic. Hearing somebody talk in their sleep. Being right. KFC. Abstract photography. Concerts and festivals. Tanning. Oversized t-shirts.

I like to eat...

Fruit. Vegetables. Fast food. Sushi. In bed. Rice. Sandwiches. Subway. Chicken. Cakes. Seafood. A lot. Pasta. Rice crackers. When I'm bored. Cheese. Ice cream. Garlic bread. Peanut butter out of the jar. Eggs. Lots of ethnic foods. Pancakes. Honey. Lunch. Bread crusts. Low calorie foods. Soy products. Gluten free products. Only when I'm hungry. Toast. Breakfast. Pizza.

I dislike...

Cold mornings. Baths. People dissing my taste in music. People in front of me walking really slowly. Having my personal space invaded. Cleaning. Going to bed early. Wine/beer. Religion arguments. Coffee. The beach. Rain. Children. Having my photo taken. Drama. Gossiping. Hip hop. Cooking shows. Drugs. Cats. People singing happy birthday to me. Selfish people. Social networking sites. Swimming. Snow. Eminem. Seafood. One word text message. Awkward silences. Alarm clocks. Hypocrites.Meme.Collapse )
18.-Sep-2010 03:27 pm(kein Betreff)
Marwood & Withnail
My dad is a perv, and it makes me sad when I get in trouble for calling him one (or worse, when he threatens to be all homophobic if I call him one. I mean, what?) And when he then says 'oh, go and whine at Facebook'. It's like, thanks; not only am I sad, but I can't talk about it, either.
16.-Aug-2010 05:08 pm - Icons!
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1.-Nov-2009 05:47 pm(kein Betreff)
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25.-Okt-2009 11:13 pm - Writer's Block: Yes, offense taken
Marwood & Withnail
If a friend or relative makes a racist or homophobic remark, do you tend to confront them or let it slide? Are you more likely to confront them if it offends you directly or someone else who seems reluctant to speak up?

I should confront them. But I don't.

I'm scared, you see, that people at school will work out that I'm gay. And so when they're saying 'urgh, I have foreign cola' or 'I'm not racist, but isn't S------ disgusting?' or 'urgh, I have to share a house with lesbians' (all actual quotes) I just... let it slide.

I try with some people. But with E----, for example, she's HUGE. She's bigger than me and she'd think it was disgusting that I was standing up for anything - and the fact that I'm vaguely accepted at school would go entirely out of the window if people knew I was gay. I don't mean that zomg, I wouldn't be all ~popular. I mean people would be horrible to me again and I'd get bullied again, and I can live without that.

I abuse people online or in the family though, when they say stupid stuff. It's just public homophobia, I tend to let slide; I can't be found out.
21.-Okt-2009 10:48 pm(kein Betreff)
Marwood & Withnail
It's been a half-term of sixth form now, and while I really aren't enjoying it, it's not too awful. It's just the quality of teaching, really. I hate the amounts of pointless homework; I can't tailor what I do to my individual learning style. And the content of lessons. There were 40 people in maths this morning, and yesterday, Joe set himself on fire in physics. It was funny, yeah, but I'm learning nothing, retaining nothing, and the amount of independent learning I'm having to do to keep afloat is insane. It's just... unfair. I have no better options.

German's going well though. I spoke for half an hour in German today, all by myself, to Frau Pesterer... I'm getting quite good now. I'm easily the best in my German class, which she kept pointing out, and I'm getting so that I can hold a conversation easily. Which is great. I honestly love German; it's exciting, and interesting to say, and the language of a family and a heritage that I'm getting more and more interested in, as I reject England and this damned country and culture.

Maths is going well too, but to be honest maths and further maths have so much in common, it's hardly difficult. It's great, though, covering the same ideas in both; I'm getting really mathematically literate. I'm finding, now, that in some ways I prefer maths to physics; less insistence on practical application, more theory and interest. It's like English Language to English Lit. In maths, you learn how it all works and really pull it apart, but in physics you apply it... and that's sometimes more interesting, for context, but it's like what Stephen says about there being chess, and then a game of chess. Maths is the potential for beauty, the a-z of letters that you can make anything in the world from; physics is this being practically applied, and it's never quite as beautiful as it could theoretically have been.

Looking at it this way, I guess it's not that bad. I love some things. The freedom is good, I'm really getting into the whole 'two hour lessons' thing, and I have friends in every lesson now. It's just that it's very hard to keep up with everything. We're not set enough work or homework sometimes, and then other times we'll get reams of it, and neither's optimum. I can't wait until I get to uni and get some real, proper teaching.
19.-Sep-2009 10:14 pm(kein Betreff)
It's not that something bad has happened, that this is a short-term thing, or that I could recover.

I could only recover by forgetting everything.

Because depression teaches you things about life. It teaches you that it's empty. That anything anyone ever valued or wanted is a meaningless human construct. That you will always be alone. That you can help as many people as you want and yet nobody will ever be there to help you when you need it. That love is painful and pointless. That nobody else will ever understand you.

And these things don't stop being true just because you've taken pills, or you've exercised more, or you've got a new girlfriend. These things are always true and they're the fundamental miseries underlying life. They'll always be there, lurking behind the happy things and making everything dark.
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