Monday, 16 February 2015

Overthinking: A Curse

In Sleeping Beauty, the evil witch cast a curse on the baby Aurora to put her into a deep sleep for 100 years. Anyone who has watched the film will agree that this is a really mean curse, and we all root for this girl to be freed from her deep sleep.

If modern life was a fairytale, then I'd say that most girls have been cursed with the awful trait of overthinking. Or maybe it's just me. The moment I get really, truly happy about someone, I start overanalysing everything; do they really like me? Where is this going? When will we get married? Etc...

I think it's time that we all just took a deep breath, stepped back and realised that letting your boundaries come down is a good thing - it brings happiness! We have to stop being so scared of everything all the time and overanalysing every little thing. Only then can we truly be happy.

Thursday, 5 February 2015

Being Cool isn't Cool

Today I turned up to a seminar in dungarees with greasy hair scraped into pigtails. Yes, I looked like a farmer who had fallen into a bush on the way to milk Daisy the cow. But the thing is, that even though the 'cool' girls in my class stared at me and clearly thought I was a capital L 'Loser', I didn't really care - I like dressing how I dress and acting like I'm 12 because it's just who I am and it makes me happy!!
Happiness is way cooler than wearer leather jackets and (god forbid) make-up.
Having said that, I was an actual mess today. The reason is that I overslept (classic) so didn't technically have time to get washed. I'm rather ashamed of what I did...
OK, before I tell you I have to defend myself. In Geography GCSE my teacher told me - he SWORE DOWN - that toilet water is 100000% clean and actually drinkable.
I was stressing. I turned up to my seminar smelling like a stray dog and I knew I couldn't go into my seminar with the pigtails, dungarees AND grim smell. I had to do something. But the toilets were rammed full with more cool people (why do so many cool kids do English?) so...
I'm just going to type it really fast and if you judge me then that's totally cool because I judge me too...I used a tiny bit (REALLY TINY) of toilet water to wash under my arms.
I KNOW I'M A GRIM HUMAN. Seriously, how do I have a boyfriend when I act like I'm from Planet of the Apes (OK, I've never actually seen that film but it's something about creepy monkeys)
But aside from Dubious Hygeine Measures, I think that being weird is totally fun. In fact, I've always said that I can tell a date is going well if the guy says I'm "really weird" - it means he thinks I'm cool (this is totally a lie my mum told me to comfort me after many a disastrous date, but it works!).
 The first time I met my boyfriend's best friend I was told that I needed to "act cool" because the guy was "really cool". My boyfriend (let's call him Melon to make things easier) said that I should "just not be myself". I tried - really I did. But as soon as I saw his friend I ran and gave him a hug and then had Verbal Vomit - where I just say everything that comes into my head.
But Melon was wrong - his best friend found my kooky (in a good way) so #winning.
The moral of this story, chums, is that you should never try to be "cool" - it's so overrated. On a night out, who looks like they're having more fun: the girls who are dancing sexily and swooshing their hips around OR the girls who are jumping around with air guitars? Yep, the latter.
Being weird is a gift so use it wisely, girls.
Keep you posted,
Grammar Gal

Monday, 2 February 2015

Teenage Rebellion

In every teenage film we've ever watched, there's always been the Bad Boy. His smile is so dreamy that our hearts go huminahumina-ahhhh when he walks in the room, his bum is so yummy that we want it on toast for breakfast, and - if he's Patrick Swayze then, boy, he can dance!
But in real life, the 'bad boy' is often nothing but trouble; look at how upset Taylor Swift gets in her 'I Knew You Were Trouble' music video. It seems that 'bad boy' is synonymous with 'twat face'.

But now that I'm at uni and I'm in my final year of being a teenager, I can't help but feel nostalgic... Nostalgic for the times that I thought a bad boy was The Coolest Thing Ever, nostalgic for when I was 13 and watching Dirty Dancing and looking forward to the days I would sneak out of the house to meet the guy of my dreams...
Life didn't really turn out that way. I was a total geek from 15-19: if my parents told me I couldn't go somewhere then I didn't go. Once, I did like I guy (who remembers the Knight in Shiny Abercrombie & Fitch?!) and my parents wouldn't let me see him...and, yeah, I did meet up with him in secret. But I still don't think that counts as teenage rebellion (besides, I came clean like a week later!)

I'm worried about entering my Twenties without having gone completely cray cray. I'm not saying I want to go out with a bad boy - I happen to have the best boyfriend in existence. Literally - you know that old Carpenters' song "They Long to be Close to You" ? He is the guy that that was written about (OK, not techincally - since neither of us were born then... but, you get my jist!)
Oh, now I'm daydreaming about how perfect my boy is...

Let's backtrack. Maybe teenage rebellion is overrated - I've never majorly fallen out with my parents because I snuck out the window or thrown a massive house party when they were away for the weekend - but so what?? Yes, I did choose Textbooks over Tequila, but I'm still a totally happy person. Maybe the films are wrong - we make our own fun.

Having said that, I'm planning to make the most of this term at uni to have an absolute ball!
Keep you posted,
Grammar Gal