So-called Fiction

So I recently read this book called 'The Uglies' by Scott Westerfield. The book is based in this world where as you turn sixteen, you undergo a life changing operation to make you a 'Pretty'. The operation changes you mentally and physically; lips are made fuller, hair is made glossier and minds are made ditsy-er. Before this operation, you are classed as an 'Ugly'.

As brilliant as this book is, it's mildly discomforting. The realisation that in some ways, the storyline of this book uses a similar scenario to our existent generations is slightly unnerving... 

What Westerfield could have been playing on is the subject of self-consciousness. In our day and age, we try desperately to change our appearances in order to please others. Some of us even alter our personalities to make us more exceptable in society. We all moan and groan at others for it, but we're all guilty whether it's intentional or subconscious.

We make these changes as we start to feel the need to fit in, i.e. mid teens. The time when the majority of people are more focused on their appearance than their futures.

So as ridiculous and 'fictional' this book is, it's not that far from reality.

Lizzie x

Homework

Now, at school, I'm not exactly the rebellious type. I mean, it depends what lesson it is, but usually I'm an angel. But if I get told to do a piece of homework that is either completely irrelevant to our current topic, or is impossible to understand, I occasionally refuse to do it. Like, questions that we havent't even touched apon in class, and we get sent home to deal with it ourselves. It's as if the teachers aren't clever enough to teach us the work themselves, so they send you home to get your busy parents to donor instead. We are waisting the only time we have been provided with to do things that we enjoy, doing things that the teachers can't be bothered to do in the lessons. It angers me.
Anyway, smile for me,
Lizzie x

Valentine's Day

So, after spending Valentines Day yesterday in town shopping, I came to a realisation- these couples you see getting all romantic and falling for the one who gets them yet another teddy holding a heart of some sort, don't really love each other as much as they make out. If they don't show that much affection any other day, why does one measly date make such a difference? It's like, 'Oh, Valentines Day is here, let's pretend to love each other more'.

And everyone that is single, they seem to love the freedom of being single, and how you don't have to worry about heart ache etc- until February 14th, then it is the most drastic, and horrible thing in the world. Facebook is filled with depressing statuses on how lonely they are- get a life, and enjoy it how it is.

That makes me sound boring, but to be honest, I've been single for a long long time now, and on this one particular date which is no different to any other date this year, I still don't mind.

Now smile,

Lizzie x

Strawberry Laces

Need I say anything else? The title says it all.
Beautiful strands of 'strawberry flavoured' sugar- what's not to love?
Can I just quickly point out that my iPod wanted to change 'Strawberry Laces' to 'Strawberry Slaves' 
I found it quite entertaining..
Happy Valentines day-
Lizzie x

The Dreaded Future

As a teenager who is still in school, the future can look quite scary. I guess it is for anyone really - apart from children, to whom the future is a place filled with flying cars and teleportation. But I mean, everyone at my age has a rough idea of what they want to aim for already, what they want to achieve throughout the end of school.
I don't. I feel as if i should know now. My GCSE options have been chosen, and I am working towards them now. But I mean, what if what I am interested in now, will mean nothing to me in 5 years when I am heading off to University. This scares me. Should I know what I want to be yet?
Everybody has their dream job, like it would be amazing to become some sort of model or professional dancer. But those dreams are crushed by secondary school. They bring you back to reality, and it's not the nicest of places. Options are limited, so there's not going to be something out there for everyone, I know. But doing something I love, and earning a living is my aspiration. That's MY goal. But that's all I can say about it. Who's to say I might be working in a hospital in 10 years time, a path I never would have even considered at school. I wont know until I'm older, but is that too late?
Anyway, sorry for boring you with my own problems,
Smile,
Lizzie x

Just Cats.

Ever looked at a cat and wondered what they are thinking? Whether or not they can understand words like 'smushy' and 'kittypooiloveyoooooo'? They always have that expression in wich to say 'I am superior, get away from me peasant'.

Next time you and your cat make eye contact, imagine them saying that, I assure you it will fit perfectly, and highly amuse you for a good 10 minutes. 

You see, my cat acts royal, as I'm sure most of them do. He simply lies there whilst you are desperately trying to be friendly and cuddly, opens one eye, makes some sort of 'I am not amused' type expression, then shuts it again and ignores you.

They are also the most inconvenient creatures- its like they know where the most annoying place to sleep is. Like behind a door so that you can't open it, or in the middle of the sofa so that you can't sit either side or him/her. If you lay out a comfy blanket at it's favourite place to rest, then it would sleep NEXT to it, purely to show you that it doesn't need your help. I suppose independent cats will learn quicker?..

But sometimes it gets to that point where you have to hold your cat captive and sternly tell him/her that they WILL be cuddly, and if you want to stroke him then you will.

I mean, they have the whole day whilst we are at school to hide and sleep. It's the least they can do.

But despite all that, they still seem to score highly within my favourite animals.

We must learn to accept our inferiority.
Miow,

Lizzie x

The Truth About Bronies.

Now, for those of you that don't know, Bronies are a group of male 'My Little Pony' lovers, who have united to form many websites and organisations and what-not.
It follows the term 'bro pony'.
They are a brilliant example of our human race standing up for what we believe in, and letting nothing stand in our way.
Or are they?..
You see, in all honesty, the whole concept of 'Bronies' is contradicting it's self. Instead of aiming to not be judged, and to fit in with everyone else, they are simply discriminating themselves from any other fans of 'My Little Pony'. If they really wanted to be able to support this magical cartoon and not be thought of as weird, surely they would want to be part of the whole MLP fandom right?
Like, to not just be treated NORMALLY, but also as a NORMAL fan?
What i'm trying to say is, they are calling themselves 'Bronies', and therefore separating themselves from other MLP fans simply because they are male.
If their goal was equality, they have failed miserably.
But anyways, Brony on.
Lizzie x

And so it Begins..

Hello there.
Now, i'm going to keep things simple, there will be no hard-to-read, girly-swirly writing, and no Comic Sans (I promise.).
Here, on this very blog, I shall empty my head of unnecessary thoughts, that neither of us need to know. My head is cluttered, shall we say, and I need to clean it of my opinions and nonsense. The meaningless words will remain here until someone (being you) decides to read them, and then they shall clutter your head instead.
I have no purpose here, and writing this is purely for the benefit of filling the empty corners of the internet.
May I take this moment to congratulate you for making it through this post.
I shall finish now, and let you return to your so-called 'normal' lives.
Now smile,
Lizzie x