tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23885973671719474992024-03-12T19:05:10.968-07:00i'm not a morning personThis blog is essentially a form of procrastination. Enjoy.Madeline Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284500643751402622noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388597367171947499.post-52792578267135875672014-01-20T16:19:00.000-08:002014-01-20T16:19:05.591-08:00The disputed issue of the instagram selfieInstagram. Everyone's got it, seen it, or at least heard of it. Connotations of hashtags, the selection of filters that range from 'Toaster' to 'Walden' to 'Kelvin' (but let's be frank, who actually uses 'Kelvin' and its accompanying hideous frame) and #instafood are brought to mind. But Instagram also prompts a more disputed issue - the love hate concept of the instagram selfie. <div>
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On the one hand, for the selfie lovers, Instagram has made the concept of the 'serious' selfie where one actually tries to look attractive acceptable for users on this social media platform. Before instagram, we were all cringing at the very thought of such an image, reminiscent of our days on Bebo where if you didn't comment on my picture, give me a love or had me in your top 16, our friendship was effectively as over as MSN. But now, with optional filters and frames, it has suddenly become acceptable to post a photo with an accompanying caption about our plans for the evening. Typically, I will come across several selfies with captions that read along the lines of 'Can't wait to see my girls tonight!' accompanied with the appropriate hashtags of '#predrinks #girls #fun #drunk'. (I ask - does the quantity of hashtags reflect the level of the need for the affirmation that your social media life is successful?) On the other hand, there is the 'not-so-serious' selfie, which has a vital ingredient: one or more other bodies other than yourself present. With this selfie, regardless of the accompanying toe-curling hashtags, there is photographic evidence of a social gathering, which to be honest is a lot more interesting than you posing in your bedroom solo. This image contains something that the 'serious' selfie doesn't: spontaneity, while the 'serious' selfie screams the need for likes in order to be affirmed as instagram-acceptable. </div>
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I must confess, the instagram selfie is my pet hate. To begin with, if I'm following you, I probably know your face, and I don't need to see it every day as you interchange your angles and filters. For one, I am certainly not going to turn around and say, 'babe, I think you look better in Valencia, Rise washes you out'. I also don't need to see it on other social media platforms such as facebook and twitter, which you've so kindly gone out of your way to share your picture on. I also do not understand those who take these selfies on public transport. It's precarious enough trying to reply to a snapchat in public, but a perfectly angled instagram selfie must have required some serious and obvious arm work that probably knocked out the person sitting next to you. </div>
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At the end of the day, each to their own with regards to expressing yourself (or your face, perchance in a more sepia tone today) on instagram. Some of these instagram selfies are posted by friends of mine, and I simply must grin and bear it as I scroll through. Heck, they're probably sick to the back teeth of my attempted creative snaps of sunrises (#notahipster). Instagram is what you make it. However, you can count on one thing. I certainly won't be joining in on the 'serious' selfie crew any time soon - especially in Kelvin. Ta for now. #nofilter</div>
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Madeline Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284500643751402622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388597367171947499.post-64743555195844788452013-01-11T09:53:00.000-08:002013-01-11T09:53:12.874-08:00Three things to do when you're bored (because I couldn't think of any more)Everyone has experienced it. A long stretch of days where all that faces you are hours of facebook scrolling, shit film watching, and, let's face it, eating. At the moment I'm on my university christmas break, and unfortunately, I seemed to have picked the university with the longest holiday imaginable. I am quite literally left alone as all my friends gallop back to their respective institutions only a few days into January, whereas I am here until the 26th. In order to stop myself from going completely insane, I have compiled a list of things to do that will hopefully cure the vegetative state I seem to have got myself into. So, if you're bored, try one (or all) of these three things:<br />
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<b>1. Learn a rap to a song</b><br />
Yes it seems ridiculous and you probably will FEEL ridiculous having to bring up the lyrics of your chosen song on your computer and helplessly stumble along trying to keep up with the likes of Jay-Z or Kanye. Initially, the sounds you'll make will not sound like words at all, more like you've got a mouth full of marshmallows, and sometimes you'll find yourself questioning the very structure of the 'sentence' you're trying to memorise. But, if you can get through that, and you're not found in your darkened room by your mother attempting to swear like a trooper, then honestly, I couldn't think of a better use of spare time. Think of the benefits. Whenever that song comes on at a party, or in a club, you will feel euphoric. Just think, when the opening bars play, 'THIS IS MY JAM'. Or, depending on alcohol consumption, you may just scream it out like a madman. When you can accurately and professionally rap along to a song, you WILL feel like Jesus. Trust me, being able to accurately scream every lyric to 'N***as in Paris' with accompanying hand actions in a club has personally been a life highlight.<br />
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<b>2. eBay</b><br />
I'm not sure if eBay is a curse or a blessing. Although I have managed to grab some great bargains (Holla a top for £1.50 anyone?), the bidding process is more than stressful. In the space of a micro-second you can go from winning a bid to being outbidded by some aresholes who think its fun to raise the price of an item to £10.00 (Plus postage, no thank you), on a top that would have been a great wardrobe staple. As a student trying to scavenge for a bargain on eBay, £10.00 for a top does not make me a happy bunny. Yet, when you do win a bid, it is a euphoric feeling and makes you want to scavenge for more items that you're not even sure you really need. Either way, eBay is great for a bargain and time wasting (but also potentially money wasting). Happy bidding.<br />
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<b>3. Find the exercise channel</b><br />
If you're a potato like me then finding the exercise channel could take up to a whole day if you really put your mind to it. But, if you do manage to find it, it is either a God send for those who can't be bothered to leave the house but who actually want to exercise (if such a person exists, somebody please let me know) or Hell on earth for those who try it after not exercising in months. For example, my first brush with the exercise channel involved an annoying man called Pierre telling me to squat for twenty seconds while he shouted at me through my television screen, which apparently, was meant to be motivational. Sorry Pierre, but while you were standing there doing nothing, my pyjama bottoms were on the verge of ripping while you forced me to do some insane exercises that no man or woman should ever have to endure. Having said that, it is probably best to do exercise in proper exercise gear and not straight after eating breakfast, in your dressing gown, and in full view of the neighbours as they pass by your living room window with shocked expressions on their faces. But either way, it got me moving, and in my books, that is definitely progress.<br />
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An optional fourth is to try and make a list of things to do when you're bored. Oh dear.<br />
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<br />Madeline Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284500643751402622noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388597367171947499.post-61967916553866340622012-03-06T11:03:00.000-08:002012-03-06T11:03:14.450-08:00Me being arty.I'm going to bore you with photos, because, if I'm honest, it makes my blog look prettier.<br />
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<br />Madeline Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284500643751402622noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388597367171947499.post-90938670005304947952012-03-06T10:50:00.000-08:002012-03-06T10:50:12.768-08:00If you're reading this you're procrastinating.Right now I should be writing a dissertation, but my good friend procrastination has decided to take me swiftly by the hand and lead me into a world of endless YouTube video watching, Facebook trawling, and tweeting.<br />
There are several reasons as to why I procrastinate.<br />
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1. To stick a middle finger up to society. No, I will not comply to the rules and regulations. Society, stop trying to take away my free will. I am an independent woman, shouldn't I be spending time trying to communicate with my inner self like Julia Roberts in Eat Pray Love? Shouldn't I be meditating in a barn somewhere, claiming I'm 'getting back to nature' and 'finding my inner calm'? I would quite happily take part in a hard-core tai-chi lesson on the top of a hill if it meant avoiding my dissertation.<br />
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2. Because suddenly tidying my room and organising my clothes into a coloured tonal spread in my wardrobe suddenly seems a lot more appealing. I mean, its life skills. Aren't I supposed to have a de-cluttered work space to help my creativity/motivation flow seamlessly on to the word document that currently has a word count of 0?<br />
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3. My favourite TV programme just happens to be on the telly and if I miss it I will probably have some kind of nervous breakdown about being behind in society and on the twitterverse. Also if I don't watch the TV programme, I will have to force myself to avoid twitter, as it will probably be trending, and I will find out the ending which will take away my ultimate enjoyment of the programme. And I don't want to avoid twitter. I am officially a Tweek. Is that an official term yet? Who cares, I'll make it one. Get your Tweek on.<br />
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4. Dissertation is boring. Therefore my quality of life goes dooooowwwwwn. Is that not compatible with religious/utilitarian/humanist/MY views?<br />
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5. I just can't be fucked.<br />
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I probably ought to get back to my dissertation now.Madeline Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284500643751402622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388597367171947499.post-76106654223405432772011-12-26T11:35:00.000-08:002011-12-26T11:35:42.059-08:00Merry Christmas and thatI hope you had a good Christmas and you have a happy new year. <div><br />
</div><div>May the year ahead be filled with<b> </b>rainbows, sunshine and happy times. <u style="font-weight: bold;">DARE TO DREAM </u>or whatever.</div><div><b><u><br />
</u></b></div><div>Okay now we've got that out of the way, I thought I'd take this opportunity to eventually upload some of of my photos and show off my new camera lens - Canon f1.8 !</div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Bear in mind, these tactics will not guarantee you a place right at the front, but a good place all the same. Also, if you are in a crowd, make sure you are hydrated. Last night, I was a keen bean and refrained from drinking fluids so that a toilet break would not be necessary. I ended up almost fainting at the beginning of Charlie Brown. I would like to clarify this was not because I am an insane fan and was overcome with emotion. STAY HYDRATED.</div>Madeline Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284500643751402622noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388597367171947499.post-8036331015815081162011-10-02T09:44:00.000-07:002011-10-02T09:44:07.383-07:00Five things that will make your life completeThere are lots of small things in life which just make every day that extra little bit more awesome. Here is my extensive list of these extra fabby dabby things that continue to grace my life with happiness.<br />
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<b><i>Number One: a Waltzer ride.</i></b><br />
If you have not experienced the thrill of a Waltzer ride at a fairground I urge you to POP ON AND HAVE A SPIN. You will not regret it.<br />
For those of you that have had deprived childhoods, here is a Waltzer.<br />
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Waltzers are quite simply beautiful. Picture the spinning teacups, take them and put them on a moving up and down platform, add several crazy lights including a blinding strobe, some bangin' beats blaring at top volume, and there you have the greatest invention known to man. An added bonus is watching your pal's strained facial expressions as they grip onto the safety bar for dear life, looking like they are having a minor stroke as they are hurled round at life-threatening speeds. Well, life threatening for a Waltzer. Regardless, the Waltzer is a blur of lights, thumping bass lines, euphoric screams, and of course, a shaky disposition when you get off.<br />
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<b><i>Number Two : A good cup of tea</i></b><br />
Few things come close to a caffeine-filled concoction of a good golden brew. Having a cup of tea is not merely an action of survival to keep your bodily fluids topped up - having a cup of tea is a personal, suspended moment in time. The brew teases you as you slowly stir in the milk, watching the two substances collide, creating a magical compound of pure bliss and sanctuary. Then, once it's ready and has been tailored to your perfect colour, there is simply nothing more satisfying than taking the steaming cup of tea to your lips, swallowing the golden liquid and feeling the warm substance filtering through your body. At that moment, it is perfectly acceptable to make an "Ooooaaaaaaaaft" noise to show your appreciation for the tea. Worship the tea. Tea is life.<br />
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<b><i>Number Three : Going absolutely insane to your favourite song in the privacy of your own home.</i></b><br />
We all need a moment or two to let off inner frustrations. Acting like a total nutcase to what you consider to be the best song in the universe complete with a hairbrush or air guitar while genuinely believing you're at Wembley Arena, well, its a pretty good way to release any pent up energy. Of course this act takes place whenever one has a free house to enable maximum space and potential, and also to avoid any embarrassing collisions with other human beings, who may think you're having some kind of epileptic fit. Also, by being alone, you have absolutely no shame. If standing on the kitchen counter holding your cat up to the sky while singing "Circle of Life" floats your boat, then hoist that sail. Or if you fancy jumping on the sofa to a bit of ABBA, or Bohemium Rhapsody, well, don't break the sofa.<br />
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<b><i>Number Four : Appreciating the Bed.</i></b><br />
My philosophy is that my bed is my best friend. Your bed is always there to welcome you when you're about to drop dead from exhaustion, or have had a shit day and need to collapse in a dramatic manner crying out "WHY!?" while pretending you're in some sort of god-forsaken teen movie. The bed will never reject you, but will wrap you up in its cosy feathery warmth, much like a mother, and soothe you, as if it is going "there there, settle down love". You can kick and punch and beat the bed all you like when you're having a tantrum, and the bed will always welcome you back with open arms. You can sob into the bed, or jump on it up and down with great happiness, but the bed will never complain. I appreciate the bed. You should appreciate the bed. But don't break the bed. The bed won't be happy if you do.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Need I say more.</div>Madeline Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284500643751402622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388597367171947499.post-10740732311334500802011-08-01T06:19:00.000-07:002011-08-03T10:15:55.307-07:00The Etiquette of the Swimming PoolDespite my blog being called "I'm not a morning person", yesterday I had an epiphany. Yes, an epiphany. I decided I was going to get fit. I was going to wake up in the morning, get my arse out of bed, and exercise.<br />
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There is only one sport that I remotely enjoy, and that is swimming. No sweat patches, you can get that anti-gravity effect thing going on, and not to mention it exercises every bit of your body.<br />
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So I decided to pay a trip to my local swimming baths at 10.30 sharp. I would get up at 9, eat a nutritious breakfast, flush out all the anti-toxins with several gulps of water, perhaps even warm myself up with a few sit ups, before finally heading out the door in high spirits, eating an apple, radiant and glowing.<br />
In reality, I got up at 9.42, slobbed around in my dressing gown for half an hour drinking tea and eating crumpets while watching 90210, before finally heading out the door, looking haggard, exhausted, and without an apple. Note to self : Don't stay up all night watching Lord of the Rings.<br />
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When I finally dragged myself to the swimming pool, I realized there are certain unspoken rules, or guidelines if you will, that every swimmer unintentionally follows;<br />
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<i><b>Rule 1: Try not to look like a pervert in the changing room cubicle.</b></i><br />
I know it sounds ridiculous since you are assigned your own cubicle, however, there can be complications. For one, I had stupidly put my money in my pocket of my skinny jeans, and while writhing around like a worm trying to wriggle out of them, my coins went flying everywhere. In a moment of panic, with my trousers still around my ankles, I dropped to the floor, and began scanning the floors of the cubicles. Cringe to the absolute maximum when I heard a "Pouf" sound, and jerked my head round, only to see an old man's wrinkly foot with his trousers around his ankles a couple of cubicles along. With no sign of the coins anywhere, I stuck out my hand into the next cubicle to have a feel around, but instantly retracted it when I heard an "EXCUSE ME." I soon realized how utterly perverse and awkward I looked, trousers down, peering under the cubicle separators with my fingers out-stretched. Not wanting to be branded with the status as the "Pool Pervert", I had no choice but to leave my money and retain my dignity, and pray to God that a pool attendant wouldn't come banging on my cubicle door mid-squat. So take my advice. Just act normal.<br />
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<b><i>Rule 2 - Get the awkward walk from changing room to pool over and done with - fast.</i></b><br />
When you emerge from the cubicle, all swimmers feel a moment of vulnerability. There is a simple solution to this. Hastily shove your bag into the nearest locker and bolt. Try not to slip up on the way to the pool. Not only will you be injured, possibly bleeding, but you'll have to deal with the humiliation of being in a swimsuit in front of others for at least another 2 hours. Also, when actually getting into the pool, don't panic like I did and bomb into the pool arms and legs sprawling. You'll only attract more attention to yourself. Just simmer down and keep it casual.<br />
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<b><i>Rule 3 - Claim your lane.</i></b><br />
In every pool, there is an unintentional "kids half" and a "serious swimmer half". While there will be no clear lanes marked out, make sure you get a good clear runway where you aren't bumping in to old people, (trust me, you know something's up when you pass one and you swim through a strange patch of warm water) or knocking out children while trying to do front crawl. Own that lane girlfriend. Take a stretch of water for the hour and command it. No-one enters your lane. Travel up it fast and fluently, this is your spot.<br />
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<b><i>Rule 4 - Don't make eye contact with anyone.</i></b><br />
Especially if you think you know someone. I had the awkward experience of trying to work out if it was my English teacher swimming up and down the pool in the lane along from me. This is cringey in itself for two reasons : 1. It was possibly my teacher. Isn't swimming in a pool wearing next to nothing illegal or something? 2. I must have looked like I was checking out my English teacher, contributing to my overall unintentional perverse presence at this pool. I decided to swim on, and not look back. I was never going to get an A anyway.<br />
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<b><i>Rule 5 - Always try and prove to the posh professional swimmer guy in speedos you are just as good as him and under no circumstances can he overtake you in your own lane.</i></b><br />
There is always going to be a guy there who thinks he owns the pool. He's pretty easy to spot. Swimming cap, poncy goggles that look like they've been beamed down from outer space, special "speedo endurance" swimwear. Thrashing around in the water trying to beat his own personal best, and taking pleasure in over taking everyone. Exhibit:<br />
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Show this guy what you're made of. Especially if he crosses into your own lane. Challenge him, swim up parallel to him and assert your authority. Just because he has a cap doesn't make him better. Just because he has bigger muscles doesn't make him superior. (Even bend Rule 4 a bit and make eye contact - a ferocious stare). Just make sure you win the race.<br />
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<b><i>Rule 6 - Pick your timing wisely.</i></b><br />
Today, I was unfortunate enough to pick the time to go to the pool when all the children in the whole town would be there, thanks to the council's "All children free from 11AM" rule, the pricks. I was doing a casual breast-stroke, when suddenly, the next time I looked up, children were swarming from the changing rooms, screaming and laden with rubber-rings and arm-bands, shooting off into the pool in a mass frenzy. It was an invasion. Already half the pool had been taken over. Posh-Professional-Swimmer-Guy was down, the children crashing through the invisible boundaries that was his lane with their floats and plastic balls, and I knew I was next. I bolted to the end lane and started doing a violent front crawl which would repel any living thing, let alone a child. I claimed my lane like I'd never claimed my lane before. It's life and death - if you don't assert yourself, those children will bring you down faster than a pinata, they are a force to be reckoned with. Exhibit:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you are like my friend who is scared of children full stop - never venture into any pool of some sort - they WILL find you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well there you have it, the unspoken rules and etiquette of the swimming pool. Just remember to not look like a pervert, be wary of the children and be assertive and you should survive. Apart from these minor complications, swimming really is an enjoyable sport. And, if you keep doing it, you may even end up looking like this: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgllCXsRHrjYQlDHCVHC2c00ICn0h5vxft_50jzQM8znOY4WPGpMGRq_lPLFmCE0e0LFJKPS-QKljABJbIvLBRfJ_RJrDmYSz3oC_HNyZ1QNIM-00tzsNpt5BfqpnzCwnV_Hhq_TXIcuPwC/s1600/speedoG_450x423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgllCXsRHrjYQlDHCVHC2c00ICn0h5vxft_50jzQM8znOY4WPGpMGRq_lPLFmCE0e0LFJKPS-QKljABJbIvLBRfJ_RJrDmYSz3oC_HNyZ1QNIM-00tzsNpt5BfqpnzCwnV_Hhq_TXIcuPwC/s320/speedoG_450x423.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just a little bit of motivation.</div>Madeline Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284500643751402622noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388597367171947499.post-5154694033336397062011-07-31T09:02:00.001-07:002011-09-08T06:54:23.651-07:00The frustrating, somewhat destructive, and unproductive wait for exam results…<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a7a7a; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"></span><br />
<div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I wake up in the morning, most definitely not feeling like P Diddy, but instead with a growing dread in my stomach as I mentally count down the days until exam results. So far, there are four days to go, which to me seems like an endless barren wasteland of non – productive days, instead they are spent just sitting, waiting and hoping, and casually refreshing the facebook newsfeed every five seconds.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">There seems to be no escaping the mention of exam results. As an average seventeen year old, I have found anybody at least 10 years older than you is going to ask you about how your exams went, mostly because they find it difficult to relate to young people of today and decide to opt for the easy subject of exams, a subject that is one of pain and frustration. All you can do is pull a grimace, stutter out an “eeeeeeer” and pray for the subject to pass, for fear of tempting fate if you say “Oh, I think they went okay…” only to find that the letter that pops through your door some months later proclaims you’ve failed everything and your life is over. Even when with your friends, there is always going to be one irritating little prick who’s claps his hands together with glee, smiles and says; “only 3 days to go guys!”. In response to this statement, this guy gets a cold evil stare left right and center, because really everybody knows that this annoying prick is going to get straight A’s, get a job as a Doctor or a Lawyer, go on holidays to Barbados with his wife who some what resembles Victoria Beckham and never look back.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">For those of us not set on the path to becoming a Doctor or a Lawyer, one begins to question: “What the fuck do I DO with my life?!”. We’re all struggling to get to university and make our way in the world, yet, we’re all rushing to get SOMEWHERE, but once we get there, what then? It’s like walking all the way to the store, and forgetting what you came for.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">And in the barren wasteland that is the days before the exam results pop through the door, many, including myself, begin to over think what our purpose in life is. I’m so bored and anxious about my future, I find myself doing “What is your life’s purpose?! quiz’s on questionable websites with adverts at the side containing blonde, overly tanned women asking me if I’m single and would I like a good time. No thanks love. Put your top back on. </div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Also, while one is busy doing nothing and wondering about life’s purpose, the homework set by teachers at school to be completed for next term sits in the corner, building and building, becoming a heavier burden that is somewhat ignored. Sorry teacher, but I’m too busy having a mid-teen crisis to care about your worksheets and shitty little textbooks. Is reading the Russian Revolution textbook going to give me my exam results? NO.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">It seems all we can do is sit and wait, and distract ourselves by endlessly trawling facebook and playing QWOP. Oh and maybe occasionally moving from the bed to get food, and then retreat back to the hovel, A.K.A the bedroom, which has somewhat become a dump, the floor no longer visible. Yes mum, I’ll tidy it later. (Later meaning, never.)</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">In short, all together everyone:<br />
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