Angry rant is ranty.

Being okay with things that are not in your control...


 Recently I've been feeling a little down as I have A levels coming up, and just small things biting at me, and I decided to write a little post about it, even though I promised a certain friend of mine I'd do an entire post about her. Don't worry, it's coming.




In life, we all have a series of choices, and me being me have never really paid attention to that. I believe that what happens, happens. This of course is where exams come in, and so reveals the revision dilemma, but I digress...

One thing that has never upset me one single person. I like to think I'm rather laid back, something I did NOT inherit from my parents, my mother for instance going insane this morning over me washing a glass, and my father having the power of being utterly incapable of being around people for more than five minutes without something annoying him. Me and my Smum (Step-mum) like to joke I inherited it from her, as she is most patient person I know!

Not being annoyed by a person is true, yet people annoy me all the time! I hate people who have bad grammar, or cannot spell simple words (I'm a grammar nazi, and to my friends delight call them out on it all the time) I hate queues in supermarkets, and I hate public displays of affection. I dislike racists, sexists, homophobic's and people who judge others. I hate it when girls wear revealing clothing, and when guys let their jeans hang loose. I DETEST bullies, and loathe people who hurt the ones I love. I am very protective, and hear all the time about how my sister is upset at school, because some little punks think they're clever.

I hate that there are rules saying that I can't give them a good talking to.

Overall, these are all small things, and though there are bigger things in life, things that will always be there, you just accept them and move on. Big or small, life is short.

Chill out, take a break every now and then.

Grab a good book and go read by the river.

Don't ever let anyone tell you you're not good enough, but if they do, prove them wrong.

Life is short, and if someone's wasting theirs on hurting you, you should be flattered, they obviously think you're special.

And pity them, they probably have a small brain. Or penis!

Promise my next post won't just be angry ranting,

It'll be mindless fluff about a weirdo called tiger in da room. Warning: This blog is still shit, I'd still recommend not reading it.




I'm still posting regularly though. AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT.




HAPPY READING BUTTERBALLS!