On the grand scale of things, what I'm about to rant about isn't that important.
But to me? It's like an avalanche has just hit me.
My father (note the tone) is not allowing me to have a party with more that 20 people.
He may as well just lock me up in a tower and throw away the key for my birthday. Me and my friend had it all worked out: who I was going to invite, how many people would have plus 1s, how many boys would be there and now...
Eurgh.
Parents are just so...
There are no words.
Thankfully, 17 isn't an important age. In fact I reeeealllly don't want to turn 17 because
A. None all of the teens in the American films (i.e. Dirty Dancing, Monte Carlo) are 16 and magical things happen for them.
B. I have the mind of a 10 year old so the older I get the less acceptable it is when I go to Game and buy the newest Harry Potter DS Game *hangs head in shame*...
C. It means my party will have to top my last one; and I loved my 16th birthday party (it was a surprise so I did no work and I still had loads of fun).
Oh you would think I was a spoilt little brat if I didn't explain why my ban from having a proper party is bugging me so much: my father was a wild child when he was younger (think: downing pints at the pub at 15) , so it's just so hypocritical!
Argh.
I hate being in a bad mood and I know that I'm being silly and in approximately 5 minutes I will look back at this moment and say: "Oh, tits, you are a plonker".
Until that moment, however, I am going to sulk.
Harrumph.
Keep you posted,
Grammar Gal
*****
May it be noted that I'm looking back now and realising I am a plonker and my birthday will still be fun. Besides, my 18th is just around the corner... :p
Sunday, 14 October 2012
Thursday, 11 October 2012
Weird Things I've Done Lately
Hey, there's a reason I haven't blogged in so long.
I was checking that Z hadn't found my blog via twitter and I've figured that if he has then he will have gone on it once and will never look at it again.
Plan.
Right, so today I'm going to do a list of Weird Things I've Done Lately:
1. Today I was hysterically laughing at a boy whose name is Owen and laughing because his name is not spelt like Eoghan Quigg's
2. Then I started crying (with laughter) at the memory of Eoghan Quigg and the fact he had a self-titled album that no-one bought
3. I bought a pain-au-chocolat and spilt it down my white dress
4. I talked to The Cutie to ask him where Bazz was, even though I knew exactly where she was (cringe)
5. I wore an impossibly short skirt which rode to indecent lengths (so indecent, in fact, that my cardigan was longer than it)
6. Awkwardly ignoring Z at the bus stop even though we sometimes speak on Facebook/text
7. Practising my "sexy" winking skills on new friends in sixth form.
8. Laughing hysterically at things that aren't even that funny (I blame lack of Red Bull).
9. Making up a story about my phone, who is a spinster and will soon need to go to a Phone Care Home
OK, I think that covers all of my activities over the past...couple of days.
Keep you posted,
Grammar Gal
I was checking that Z hadn't found my blog via twitter and I've figured that if he has then he will have gone on it once and will never look at it again.
Plan.
Right, so today I'm going to do a list of Weird Things I've Done Lately:
1. Today I was hysterically laughing at a boy whose name is Owen and laughing because his name is not spelt like Eoghan Quigg's
2. Then I started crying (with laughter) at the memory of Eoghan Quigg and the fact he had a self-titled album that no-one bought
3. I bought a pain-au-chocolat and spilt it down my white dress
4. I talked to The Cutie to ask him where Bazz was, even though I knew exactly where she was (cringe)
5. I wore an impossibly short skirt which rode to indecent lengths (so indecent, in fact, that my cardigan was longer than it)
6. Awkwardly ignoring Z at the bus stop even though we sometimes speak on Facebook/text
7. Practising my "sexy" winking skills on new friends in sixth form.
8. Laughing hysterically at things that aren't even that funny (I blame lack of Red Bull).
9. Making up a story about my phone, who is a spinster and will soon need to go to a Phone Care Home
OK, I think that covers all of my activities over the past...couple of days.
Keep you posted,
Grammar Gal
Monday, 8 October 2012
Cutie on the bus
OK, I know I promised that I wouldn't find anyone attractive as of now but...I lied.
The Cutie from my school was on the bus today and, yes, we have nothing in common and, yes, he's too shy for my liking but....huminahuminahumina---ahhh
I mean seriously.
Phwoar.
Moving swiftly on, I have not Facebook stalked nor really thought about Knight the Knob all day (until just now - a major improvement) so yay!
I think this is major improvement. If Knight were my drug then I would be ready to come back to rehab as an alumni by now (:
So this was just a quick message to say... I'm no longer hung up on the Knob.
Celebratory mexican wave wahoooo
P.S. some things on the blog have been altered.
I'll explain later.
The Cutie from my school was on the bus today and, yes, we have nothing in common and, yes, he's too shy for my liking but....huminahuminahumina---ahhh
I mean seriously.
Phwoar.
Moving swiftly on, I have not Facebook stalked nor really thought about Knight the Knob all day (until just now - a major improvement) so yay!
I think this is major improvement. If Knight were my drug then I would be ready to come back to rehab as an alumni by now (:
So this was just a quick message to say... I'm no longer hung up on the Knob.
Celebratory mexican wave wahoooo
P.S. some things on the blog have been altered.
I'll explain later.
Saturday, 6 October 2012
Newest Plan Yet
Ultimately I just want to be as happy as Larry. And I've been finding this difficult with the knowledge that I knew and could not have a boy who was pure perfection. But now that's OK because, as I've said before, I've gotten over Knight and I accept we have both moved on and it just wasn't meant to be.
Z is never going to happen. I know I know - people keep telling me to "go for it" and that he isn't out of my league, but there's no real spark and he is definitely not into me in that way so let's leave him be and focus on being his friend (if that's possible!).
The Cutie is...cute but that's all. I don't know what he's like and I don't particularly fancy him.
The Bus Boys I met the other day were nice but I have nothing in common with either of them.
Prince is too shy and introverted - I prefer loud people.
There are the 3 boys from Prince's Ball but... they weren't anything special.
I'm done with ogling after guys who I have nothing in common with/no intention of asking out. From now on, here's my Newest Plan: I'm not going to be as desperate. If the right guy comes along before I go to uni then that's great. If not...then I'll have to wait.
It's time for me to accept that my Bucket List of finding the Perfect Boyfriend or at least having The Perfect Kiss will not be fulfilled before my 17th birthday (which is in less than a month's time).
Now that I've decided that I'm going to stay single until I find someone new that resembles Mr Right, I'm already feeling mellow as a marshmallow. I need to stop listening to cutesy-couple songs by Taylor Swift, Whitney Houston and every other female artist on my iPod. As of tomorrow I'm going to stop this silly quest for my new Royalty [I've already liked a Duke, a Knight and a Prince...] and will wait for someone that I really like to come along.
And this time I won't cock it up.
Z is never going to happen. I know I know - people keep telling me to "go for it" and that he isn't out of my league, but there's no real spark and he is definitely not into me in that way so let's leave him be and focus on being his friend (if that's possible!).
The Cutie is...cute but that's all. I don't know what he's like and I don't particularly fancy him.
The Bus Boys I met the other day were nice but I have nothing in common with either of them.
Prince is too shy and introverted - I prefer loud people.
There are the 3 boys from Prince's Ball but... they weren't anything special.
I'm done with ogling after guys who I have nothing in common with/no intention of asking out. From now on, here's my Newest Plan: I'm not going to be as desperate. If the right guy comes along before I go to uni then that's great. If not...then I'll have to wait.
It's time for me to accept that my Bucket List of finding the Perfect Boyfriend or at least having The Perfect Kiss will not be fulfilled before my 17th birthday (which is in less than a month's time).
Now that I've decided that I'm going to stay single until I find someone new that resembles Mr Right, I'm already feeling mellow as a marshmallow. I need to stop listening to cutesy-couple songs by Taylor Swift, Whitney Houston and every other female artist on my iPod. As of tomorrow I'm going to stop this silly quest for my new Royalty [I've already liked a Duke, a Knight and a Prince...] and will wait for someone that I really like to come along.
And this time I won't cock it up.
Thursday, 4 October 2012
Little Catch Up
Hello chums,
I have been immensely busy "working" which we both know means watching Gilmore Girls/Sabrina the Teenage Witch/Friends/Emmerdale..!
Well, anyways, some things have happened in the space of...time it has been since I last wrote.
Just a warning: I've consumed 2 Red Bulls so expect a LOT of excitement!
The Player Plan
My sister's boyfriend's college son (it's confusing to explain) vaguely knows Knight the Knob/manscum. So the Player Plan is to get to know this guy when I go and see my sister and
Best Case Scenario: Have an amazingly awesome picture taken of us --> uploaded to Facebook --> show Knight that his Knobishness has lost him this Grammar Gal [P.S. let's hope that the Knob doesn't still have this address. That would be awkward. But then again...I don't really care about him enough!)
Worst Case Scenario: There would be no photographic evidence or the photographic evidence would be so atrociously ugly of my drunken state that it would never be permitted to reach Facebook. This seems likely.
Talked to The Cutie at school
This is the really shy boy with not many friends who is so adorable and ahhhh. My opening line (which was also my closing line) was "Have you seen Bazz anywhere?" to which he replied he had not.
We obviously have a deep relationship...
I saw S today
Today I saw Z's ex, S and she is lovely as ever and I now feel like such a Knob that I used to find her intimidating when she's actually nice =]
THE BEST NEWS EVER
One of my close friends told Knight to "stop fucking with [my] head" and acting like a "twat". And now he's left me alone for good! Yay! Sure, I'd have liked to have been friends with Knight but it's not possible because
A He's changed and is now a Knob who doesn't reply to messages
B. He now has a girlfriend so a lot of our bant would be inappropriate
C. His text apology wasn't satisfactory for me. When I apologised to him and tried to move on, I wrote him a letter. He has me address. He knows how to write. You see my point.
Or at least a phone call would have sufficed. A text is just inadequate.
So I decided that if he wants to be in my life he has to really try, and he didn't make an effort: he, naturally, did not reply to my text. This gave me two options:
1. Grovel, listen to Sad FM and basically let life go back to how it was 5 months ago.
2. Accept and b happy that he is out of my life for good.
And this time I choose the second option.
Knight. if you are somehow reading this then I'd like to tell you togo fuck yourself have a nice life.
Keep you posted,
Grammar Gal
I have been immensely busy "working" which we both know means watching Gilmore Girls/Sabrina the Teenage Witch/Friends/Emmerdale..!
Well, anyways, some things have happened in the space of...time it has been since I last wrote.
Just a warning: I've consumed 2 Red Bulls so expect a LOT of excitement!
The Player Plan
My sister's boyfriend's college son (it's confusing to explain) vaguely knows Knight the Knob/manscum. So the Player Plan is to get to know this guy when I go and see my sister and
Best Case Scenario: Have an amazingly awesome picture taken of us --> uploaded to Facebook --> show Knight that his Knobishness has lost him this Grammar Gal [P.S. let's hope that the Knob doesn't still have this address. That would be awkward. But then again...I don't really care about him enough!)
Worst Case Scenario: There would be no photographic evidence or the photographic evidence would be so atrociously ugly of my drunken state that it would never be permitted to reach Facebook. This seems likely.
Talked to The Cutie at school
This is the really shy boy with not many friends who is so adorable and ahhhh. My opening line (which was also my closing line) was "Have you seen Bazz anywhere?" to which he replied he had not.
We obviously have a deep relationship...
I saw S today
Today I saw Z's ex, S and she is lovely as ever and I now feel like such a Knob that I used to find her intimidating when she's actually nice =]
THE BEST NEWS EVER
One of my close friends told Knight to "stop fucking with [my] head" and acting like a "twat". And now he's left me alone for good! Yay! Sure, I'd have liked to have been friends with Knight but it's not possible because
A He's changed and is now a Knob who doesn't reply to messages
B. He now has a girlfriend so a lot of our bant would be inappropriate
C. His text apology wasn't satisfactory for me. When I apologised to him and tried to move on, I wrote him a letter. He has me address. He knows how to write. You see my point.
Or at least a phone call would have sufficed. A text is just inadequate.
So I decided that if he wants to be in my life he has to really try, and he didn't make an effort: he, naturally, did not reply to my text. This gave me two options:
1. Grovel, listen to Sad FM and basically let life go back to how it was 5 months ago.
2. Accept and b happy that he is out of my life for good.
And this time I choose the second option.
Knight. if you are somehow reading this then I'd like to tell you to
Keep you posted,
Grammar Gal
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
Good news!
Today I have woken up and realised that life is not a bitch and that this whole Knight drama is pretty irrelevant if we look at The Big Picture.
Yes, he was perfect but that was a year ago. Now he is a douchebag and we just have to wish him luck in his endeavours and we can now move on from this boy and close that chapter.
What has brought on this surge of empowerment I hear you ask?
To be honest, I'm not quite sure. Perhaps it's just the knowledge that there will be trillions of other boys that I will fancy and trillions of other situations that I will cock-up. This was just one of many.
Or maybe it is the realisation that I have amazing friends - a fact I was reminded of yesterday when I met up with some of them and ran around Soho.
And so whilst I have no Prince or Knight for me right now, I have awesome friends so I don't need a guy to rescue me from my tower of post-its.
And on that happy note I bid you a cheerful adieu,
Grammar Gal
Yes, he was perfect but that was a year ago. Now he is a douchebag and we just have to wish him luck in his endeavours and we can now move on from this boy and close that chapter.
What has brought on this surge of empowerment I hear you ask?
To be honest, I'm not quite sure. Perhaps it's just the knowledge that there will be trillions of other boys that I will fancy and trillions of other situations that I will cock-up. This was just one of many.
Or maybe it is the realisation that I have amazing friends - a fact I was reminded of yesterday when I met up with some of them and ran around Soho.
And so whilst I have no Prince or Knight for me right now, I have awesome friends so I don't need a guy to rescue me from my tower of post-its.
And on that happy note I bid you a cheerful adieu,
Grammar Gal
Monday, 1 October 2012
Mixed Signals
Oh big mistake. Last night I was reading through my old messages from Knight and feeling very sentimental, so I texted him back.
What's the worst that could happen? I asked myself.
Well, chums, here's what happened:
I texted him telling him it would take more than a drunk text for us to be friends again. He replied instantly and said that he wasn't drunk and that we should meet up. I texted back that he should name a date and then I idiotically joked that he should give me the tie-dye t-shirt he promised to give me last year. Bazz is right, that made me sound eager.
Oh, and he didn't reply.
I'm so sick of playing games. If a guy likes a girl he should tell her. If a girl likes a guy she should tell him. If a guy suggests meeting up with a girl he shouldn't then ignore her; no, if a guy apologises for ignoring a girl then he shouldn't then ignore her.
I mean, DAFUQ?!
So from this we have established that Knight is a complicated closed-book Knob. I've always taken full responsibility for the fact that we didn't work out: I had my stupid commitment issues and my ridiculous obsession with work and I punched his heart. But last night told me that it wasn't completely my fault - you can't make a friendship work with someone who will pick you up and then drop you.
And so my lovely Knight in Abercrombie in Fitch is actually a tosser in disguise.
Who knew?
Keep you posted and promise no more rants,
Grammar Gal.
After reading my conversations with Knight last night I just feel so...
A. Idiotic for letting him go
B. Depressed that I will never find that again.
And now Z pales by comparison.
And Prince was too shy; Duke was too dull; Giraffe was too obnoxious; Afro was not my type; the boys from Prince's ball were just...bland.
I fucking hate Knight. I had fully come to terms with the end of our friendship and then he texts me out of the blue. What a complete scumbag.
Eurgh, I'm going back to the Nunnery Agreement. Better yet, maybe I'll find another rebound.
What's the worst that could happen? I asked myself.
Well, chums, here's what happened:
I texted him telling him it would take more than a drunk text for us to be friends again. He replied instantly and said that he wasn't drunk and that we should meet up. I texted back that he should name a date and then I idiotically joked that he should give me the tie-dye t-shirt he promised to give me last year. Bazz is right, that made me sound eager.
Oh, and he didn't reply.
I'm so sick of playing games. If a guy likes a girl he should tell her. If a girl likes a guy she should tell him. If a guy suggests meeting up with a girl he shouldn't then ignore her; no, if a guy apologises for ignoring a girl then he shouldn't then ignore her.
I mean, DAFUQ?!
So from this we have established that Knight is a complicated closed-book Knob. I've always taken full responsibility for the fact that we didn't work out: I had my stupid commitment issues and my ridiculous obsession with work and I punched his heart. But last night told me that it wasn't completely my fault - you can't make a friendship work with someone who will pick you up and then drop you.
And so my lovely Knight in Abercrombie in Fitch is actually a tosser in disguise.
Who knew?
Keep you posted and promise no more rants,
Grammar Gal.
After reading my conversations with Knight last night I just feel so...
A. Idiotic for letting him go
B. Depressed that I will never find that again.
And now Z pales by comparison.
And Prince was too shy; Duke was too dull; Giraffe was too obnoxious; Afro was not my type; the boys from Prince's ball were just...bland.
I fucking hate Knight. I had fully come to terms with the end of our friendship and then he texts me out of the blue. What a complete scumbag.
Eurgh, I'm going back to the Nunnery Agreement. Better yet, maybe I'll find another rebound.
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