I don't like change.
I don't want to go to college and leave behind my youth.
I don't want to become an adult and work for a living.
I don't want to be called young lady.
I don't want to not be able to wear my make up in a certain way because society tells me i'm to old for it.
I don't want anymore yesterdays or tomorrows.
Today is just fine.
I wanna break every clock. and the hands of time will never move again.
Lets just make things.
Stop.
Sunday, 20 December 2009
Monday, 7 December 2009
the key to happiness.
i'm sorry i haven't written to you for a while my dear blog. But i have had a week as only i can.
It really all started with my last blog entry. if you have read it you will know i was getting sick and tired of my amazingly slow pc.
So i approached my complete techniphobe of a mother and told her it was becoming unbearable.
As all teenages know, there are always ways of getting what you want. Not that i'm encouraging it or anything... ;).
But as my friend bejaysus's father told me recently he knew a man who could help. I called him and he had it fixed in ten minutes! I was amazed.
I have been locked out of my pc for years (my sister made a account i couldn't access and then forgot the password. Luckily i created a guest account.
I'm not sneaky at all) and it was fixable in minutes... Well i was extremely grateful, he asked me if i wanted me to take it with him and fix its speed. (he was an odd man though.. He stood up from my pc cupping his hands and i asked him if he had a spider.. And he jumped
out of his skin and screamed where?! My mother explained i just thought he had one.) So he took it with him and that was that. The next night i was just dozing off when the phone rang (1.30 am!!) and a house my mother looks after alarm was going off. And we had to go check it out. I only went to protect my mother, (leaving out the fact i hid behind ma..) and of course no one was there. So it was all a tiring waste of time.
The day the pc was due back, i recieved a call from oddman and he informed me he broke my pc.. Not by fiddling but by tripping over the cat and smashing it. He appolagized profusely but i was okay i just laughed. He assured me he would get me a newer better one.
Then the very next day i broke my phone.. This saddened me because now i had no phone or pc and sleep deprivation. (the alarm kept ringing me late!!) and i suddenly realized it was really sad i felt angry just because i didn't have my technoligy. People managed before it all didn't they? Money can't buy you happiness the saying goes. But i'm writing this on my brand new phone feeling quite content and i have to disagree. I think material things do bring happiness even if only for a short time it's better then nothing.
Yours faithfully Jessy xx
It really all started with my last blog entry. if you have read it you will know i was getting sick and tired of my amazingly slow pc.
So i approached my complete techniphobe of a mother and told her it was becoming unbearable.
As all teenages know, there are always ways of getting what you want. Not that i'm encouraging it or anything... ;).
But as my friend bejaysus's father told me recently he knew a man who could help. I called him and he had it fixed in ten minutes! I was amazed.
I have been locked out of my pc for years (my sister made a account i couldn't access and then forgot the password. Luckily i created a guest account.
I'm not sneaky at all) and it was fixable in minutes... Well i was extremely grateful, he asked me if i wanted me to take it with him and fix its speed. (he was an odd man though.. He stood up from my pc cupping his hands and i asked him if he had a spider.. And he jumped
out of his skin and screamed where?! My mother explained i just thought he had one.) So he took it with him and that was that. The next night i was just dozing off when the phone rang (1.30 am!!) and a house my mother looks after alarm was going off. And we had to go check it out. I only went to protect my mother, (leaving out the fact i hid behind ma..) and of course no one was there. So it was all a tiring waste of time.
The day the pc was due back, i recieved a call from oddman and he informed me he broke my pc.. Not by fiddling but by tripping over the cat and smashing it. He appolagized profusely but i was okay i just laughed. He assured me he would get me a newer better one.
Then the very next day i broke my phone.. This saddened me because now i had no phone or pc and sleep deprivation. (the alarm kept ringing me late!!) and i suddenly realized it was really sad i felt angry just because i didn't have my technoligy. People managed before it all didn't they? Money can't buy you happiness the saying goes. But i'm writing this on my brand new phone feeling quite content and i have to disagree. I think material things do bring happiness even if only for a short time it's better then nothing.
Yours faithfully Jessy xx
Wednesday, 2 December 2009
Annoyances.
Good afternoon.
Ha, how posh.
See when i say annoyance, what i really mean is mothers.
Why oh why can't i have a normal mother? I know every teenager says this. But really they don't understand untill they have met.. What polite name can we call her? Lets go right on ahead and call her Teresa. (Like sorta mother nature if you catch my drift?)
Now what was i saying? Ah yes i remember, my mothers wierder then yours. (na na na nana....) You can come complain to me when your mother starts running round the garden in a whte dressing gown making ghost noises at 12.am. When i ask her what she thinks she's doing she replys "I wondered if our geese (pets and friends) would think i was a ghost." Yes oh yes, true story. Or when she's walking round the supermarket (rare occurance in our house!!) farting like a 83 year old lady who has lost her sence of hearing and apparently sight judging from the strange looks we recieve me telling her to BE QUIET YOU FILTHY OLD TRAMP! And getting "Jess. I really think your making a scene ;)."
Its truly not fair. I should not have to put up with this from a grown woman!
Well in truth these things make me laugh as i love my mumma. The true annoyances lie in her wierdo hippy way of thinking. And the fact she won't give me her origanal 60's coat :(. But really her way of thinking. Like the fact i am not allowed a pc in my room. I mean honestly how last century. Does she think i'm looking at porn? I'm nearly 16 for goodness sake.
ha. Poor mother. When i'm gone all she'll have is a ferret in her bed to keep her company. But still i want my own pc that i can actually listen to music on, and watch videos and doesn't take three hours to load up so i want to throw it out the window. Is that so much to ask for? Ohh and world peace ;).
Peace out muvva*BEEEEEPERS* ;)
Yours faithfully.
Jessy.
Ha, how posh.
See when i say annoyance, what i really mean is mothers.
Why oh why can't i have a normal mother? I know every teenager says this. But really they don't understand untill they have met.. What polite name can we call her? Lets go right on ahead and call her Teresa. (Like sorta mother nature if you catch my drift?)
Now what was i saying? Ah yes i remember, my mothers wierder then yours. (na na na nana....) You can come complain to me when your mother starts running round the garden in a whte dressing gown making ghost noises at 12.am. When i ask her what she thinks she's doing she replys "I wondered if our geese (pets and friends) would think i was a ghost." Yes oh yes, true story. Or when she's walking round the supermarket (rare occurance in our house!!) farting like a 83 year old lady who has lost her sence of hearing and apparently sight judging from the strange looks we recieve me telling her to BE QUIET YOU FILTHY OLD TRAMP! And getting "Jess. I really think your making a scene ;)."
Its truly not fair. I should not have to put up with this from a grown woman!
Well in truth these things make me laugh as i love my mumma. The true annoyances lie in her wierdo hippy way of thinking. And the fact she won't give me her origanal 60's coat :(. But really her way of thinking. Like the fact i am not allowed a pc in my room. I mean honestly how last century. Does she think i'm looking at porn? I'm nearly 16 for goodness sake.
ha. Poor mother. When i'm gone all she'll have is a ferret in her bed to keep her company. But still i want my own pc that i can actually listen to music on, and watch videos and doesn't take three hours to load up so i want to throw it out the window. Is that so much to ask for? Ohh and world peace ;).
Peace out muvva*BEEEEEPERS* ;)
Yours faithfully.
Jessy.
Monday, 30 November 2009
Nueroticism.
I have decided to make this whole blog thing a daily occirance.. Well maybe bi-daily. Some days are just plain boring enough with out writing it all down.
Today on the whole was one of those days.
I visited my dear friend Bejaysus, (again code names. Seriously no mother would surely?) she hobbled to the bathroom, and was gone for quite some time. Judging from the smell.. You can guess why.. ;). Anyhoo. When she did eventually return, (It does take her some time to proceed from one room to another nowa days)she sat down. And said " you tidied didn't you." And tbh i hadn't even realized i was doing it. So i sheepishly replied yes. Infact i did tidy your DUMP why go to the bathroom you shoulda just done it right here! Well i didn't exactly voice that outloud. But you know.
She then told me i was nuerotic. which leads me to this here blog. I have come to the conclusion, after 15 years on earth that i am nuerotic. Not a nice thing.
Surely though, i am not the only one, who can't think and gets angry and stressed in mess? Tidy house is a tidy mind. Good god i hate to see what goes on through Bejaysus's head!
So it's not really so bad that i must ALWAYS without fail put the toilet seat down before i flush because of the germs that land on the ceiling? Not to wierd that if i go on rollercoasters or such like i immediately way up the possibilities of the derailment. Even hold down my jewellery in the off chance it might fly on to the rails causing this. Or won't stop doing things untill there done perfectly?
Well. Its clearly my mothers fault for bringing me up in a cluttered envirement with thousands of animals and people going through. And dust everywhere. Cheers mama ;).
Yours faithfully Jessy.
Today on the whole was one of those days.
I visited my dear friend Bejaysus, (again code names. Seriously no mother would surely?) she hobbled to the bathroom, and was gone for quite some time. Judging from the smell.. You can guess why.. ;). Anyhoo. When she did eventually return, (It does take her some time to proceed from one room to another nowa days)she sat down. And said " you tidied didn't you." And tbh i hadn't even realized i was doing it. So i sheepishly replied yes. Infact i did tidy your DUMP why go to the bathroom you shoulda just done it right here! Well i didn't exactly voice that outloud. But you know.
She then told me i was nuerotic. which leads me to this here blog. I have come to the conclusion, after 15 years on earth that i am nuerotic. Not a nice thing.
Surely though, i am not the only one, who can't think and gets angry and stressed in mess? Tidy house is a tidy mind. Good god i hate to see what goes on through Bejaysus's head!
So it's not really so bad that i must ALWAYS without fail put the toilet seat down before i flush because of the germs that land on the ceiling? Not to wierd that if i go on rollercoasters or such like i immediately way up the possibilities of the derailment. Even hold down my jewellery in the off chance it might fly on to the rails causing this. Or won't stop doing things untill there done perfectly?
Well. Its clearly my mothers fault for bringing me up in a cluttered envirement with thousands of animals and people going through. And dust everywhere. Cheers mama ;).
Yours faithfully Jessy.
Sunday, 29 November 2009
Anyone wanna joing our band :D?
Right well this is going to be a cheery one. Ha. Theres the cheer :|. Im not paticularly in a bad mood. Its been a lovely day really..
Its just the fact that i have just realized that my band truly are terrible and that the one tiny glimmer of shining hope we had.. I think it was just put out with a torrential downpour. So to make things a little clearer..
About a month ago.. I was aproached in the street (literally in the street no word of a lie!) by someone i could only imagine must be on some sort of outrageous dare that clearly went wrong. Majorly. As i actually complied haha. Anyway carrying on, a girl approached me about my guitar (which i was carrying because i just had a lesson in town) and asked me if i wanted to be in a band. I agreed and willingly gave out my mobile number to her. A complete stranger. And then arranged to meet up. Looking back it does seem a little stupid. But thats beside the point. We met up. And well.. sort of jammed. Badly.. But it was all good fun. Bassist, drummer and me. We'll call the loonie who approached me red. And my drummer eiffle. (code names.. You'd understand if you met them;)) So we learned one song. Maybe two.. Went through about four singers. Then i was informed of the fact that we have two gigs coming up for hour sets. Not a good thing for us as we are truly terible. Eiffle keeps telling we are going to be fine at these gigs. I'm all like.. HELLO! WE KNOW ONE SONG! We've been bumbling along okay. Not really learning anything. And the first gig is in about three weeks. I am praying for a miracle.. Broken wrist would do.. So today. We meet up for a practise. And i am told that we are meeting the band that plays after us. We go to there amazing "Rock basement" which is actually under an estate agent.. (makes you wonder what they get up to huh?) And they totally rock. Like there amazing. Sitting there rocking out, our jaws drop.. and we're left like.. oooh.. And then they say.. "So shall we all jam?" This dreaded line. I think i must of gone white. I mean i could not sit playing my menial guitar after watching somone who has either been playing his entire life or has some mega talent.. The others clearly got the message so we sort of wriggled out of it and watched them continue there set.. So aftrer we leave their basement/loveden ;), we walk away the truth dawning on how terrible we really are. I mean i know this must be the third time we have said this/ But it's also the truth. And to top it all off, (we still have no singer btw) They are considering, dropping the whole only girl band idea and gettting in a couple of guy guitarist.. And guess who they want to sing? Oh yes. Yours truly Miss Jess M, (got a ring to it :P) I know nothing about singing. So. I think that really this whole band thing has been a nice experiance, but we really are best off as.. Gig goers rather then gig players. So please do not expect us to be playing anywhere near you. Anytime soon.
Yours faithfully Jessy,
P.s anyone wanna join? :P.
Saturday, 28 November 2009
Hello.
Hello, my name is Jess.
I am 15 years old.
I have never written a blog before so bear with me if this is... Well you know unbearable.
I suppose i am writing this to give people an insight to the life of a 15 year old girl.
Bullshit.
I am writing this because i am painfully bored. On a saturday night none the less. This is not a good thing. 15 year old girls are expected to be rampaging around the streets at 8 in the evening. Getting rat arsed and taken in to the police station. Getting that crappy letter home to the 'rents saying "Your daughter has been summoned to the caught of law for underage drinking, assaulting a police officer and impersonating a person.. ect ect.. Instead i am siting at my P.c thinking and quote "Maybe i should of read someone elses bloggs before i jumped right in there and started my own..." Yep. Probably should have.
Well who knows how faithful to this old thing i'll be anyway eh? :P.
Right. I will start by telling you about myself? I think this may be a good place to start..
Okay, so we have established the fact i am 15. Thats a lovely age. Old enough to know.. To young to care. Not quite that bit legal...
Moving swiftly to the fact i am surprisingly normal considering my background.
My hippie mother and many siblings, have yet to damage me for life.. So thats good.
I'm taught at home have been since i was 9, so have been completely sheltered from the views and unmorall ways of other 15 years olds. Yes, believe it or not. People believe that crap.
Ha.
Right lets make this easier before i lose my "audience" and believe me i'm only just getting started ;)
So far we've covered the fact im 15 and taught at home.
Easier way,
Age- 15
Education- Homeschooled
Birth date- 23/8/1994 (for you wierdo's who can actually work out star signs;)
Current Status- Well madly in love of course. (What teenager isn't with someone!)
Current mood- Well i metioned i was bored. But this is actually a rather good cure.
Living- England. A little village i like to call.. SHIT haha. Na its all right really. haha.
Well im going to wrap it up.
Perhaps take up my earlier thoughts of looking at someone elses?
Yours faithfully. (or not..) Jesssy (:
I am 15 years old.
I have never written a blog before so bear with me if this is... Well you know unbearable.
I suppose i am writing this to give people an insight to the life of a 15 year old girl.
Bullshit.
I am writing this because i am painfully bored. On a saturday night none the less. This is not a good thing. 15 year old girls are expected to be rampaging around the streets at 8 in the evening. Getting rat arsed and taken in to the police station. Getting that crappy letter home to the 'rents saying "Your daughter has been summoned to the caught of law for underage drinking, assaulting a police officer and impersonating a person.. ect ect.. Instead i am siting at my P.c thinking and quote "Maybe i should of read someone elses bloggs before i jumped right in there and started my own..." Yep. Probably should have.
Well who knows how faithful to this old thing i'll be anyway eh? :P.
Right. I will start by telling you about myself? I think this may be a good place to start..
Okay, so we have established the fact i am 15. Thats a lovely age. Old enough to know.. To young to care. Not quite that bit legal...
Moving swiftly to the fact i am surprisingly normal considering my background.
My hippie mother and many siblings, have yet to damage me for life.. So thats good.
I'm taught at home have been since i was 9, so have been completely sheltered from the views and unmorall ways of other 15 years olds. Yes, believe it or not. People believe that crap.
Ha.
Right lets make this easier before i lose my "audience" and believe me i'm only just getting started ;)
So far we've covered the fact im 15 and taught at home.
Easier way,
Age- 15
Education- Homeschooled
Birth date- 23/8/1994 (for you wierdo's who can actually work out star signs;)
Current Status- Well madly in love of course. (What teenager isn't with someone!)
Current mood- Well i metioned i was bored. But this is actually a rather good cure.
Living- England. A little village i like to call.. SHIT haha. Na its all right really. haha.
Well im going to wrap it up.
Perhaps take up my earlier thoughts of looking at someone elses?
Yours faithfully. (or not..) Jesssy (:
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