Imperfections

Okay imperfections, whether it be a spot on a clear face or a hair raising scar on someones body, they aren't all bad. But the ones I am going to mention will be. I'm not saying I'm perfect far from it. I'm overweight, sarcastic, lazy and cerdiddly not the brightest bulb. But there are just some things that tick me off to the max.
Rudeness - to be blunt. Like my housemate for example she calls her parents for 3 hours at a time. (What the hell does she talk to her parents about for 3 Hours???) I can barely last on the phone for 10 - 15 minutes with my Mum. But that's not the wierd part. She isn't a quiet person. She is a geordie aswell (not dissing the geordies). She almost shouts down the phone to her parents. I can hear her upstairs in her room whilst I am downstairs having a fag. (Her room is at the front whilst I smoke out back). I can basically hear all her conversations and they are not thrilling at all. I go somewhere private to talk to my Mum or to anyone who happens to be calling me, as does our other housemate. Ah but not her, she thinks that because she needs to hear it everyone else should too. Even when they are quietly doing their work or watching something interesting on the telly she shouts over it. JUST LEAVE THE ROOM!
Materialistic - Okay I have a rather large dvd and book collection. And yes I sometimes brag, not because "oh look how much money I've spent" more like "bargain! Got it for a squid!" but someone I know is seriously materialistic. She is all about the UGGS and Toms. I don't have a problem with it. I sometimes buy converse but most of the time I just go to shoezone and get cheap versions. She will brag about her pandora bracelet and how much money her parents spent on her. Yeah I guess a little part of me is jealous. But most of it is just pissed off at how inconsiderate she is. She knows I come from a crappy place. Knows I live in a council house and my Mum had 3 jobs to keep us living okay. But she comes in and says oh they spent blah blah blah on me. The worst part is she thinks there is nothing wrong with acting this way. We had a conversation about worse off people and she said "I don't care. It's their own fault." I felt like snapping her tree trunk neck!
Sluts - not gonna beat around the bush (get it?) but I hate them. One of my housemates is a particularly nasty one. You consider sluts to be big boobed blondey girly girls right? Who have only an onch of waist and legs that last a mile. She isn't. I am taller than her! And I am a shortass! She isn't exacty slender either. I mean she has big boobs but I think it's fat not boob. She also has a fiance who she has cheated on many a time. I don't know how she gets away with it really. The worse part is she finds it amusing.
Barry Bullshits: In other words liars. Our housemate who left (thank whoever) was such a Barry about almost everything. (Oh I'm dating a secret millionaire) (Oh I had sex with Irish). It's annoying, I could kind of understand it if I gave a flying rats bottom about anything she talked about but no I don't. So it is just pathetic. Same with a housemate who is still with us. I doubt she has done half the stuff she's talked about. But for some reason she thinks it impresses us.
There are some cute imperfections though. Like my boyfriend Adam. He has a crooked nose. And he always complains about it, but I think it's cute. I have a lopsided smile that he thinks is really adorable. My friend Mandy is totally shy (She is the socially awkward one) but I find it intriguing. Some imperfections are amazing. But some we just don't need. Then again it makes life more interesting. It wouldn't be fun if everything was perfect. Yay for imperfections!!!
Catch you later dudes! (Y)

Soap Suds

My feeling towards Soaps is similar to the feeling of X-Factor. I dislike it muchly. But I'm not prejudice to people who do enjoy monotonous themes and bad acting. My Grandma is one of them. But she is just that a Grandma. I can understand my Mum watching it. I can understand that people will think the same thing about me watching Misfits, Teen Wolf or any type of film. But the good thing about those things is that they are different, and unique. They do not revamp an ancient story line and dress it up as something else.
The only problem is since one of my more stubborn housemates (TASH) loves the soaps so much and she doesn't like to watch them in her room I have to watch them too if I want to be considered social. Funny that since when the soaps are on she is THE most anti-social prick in the whole world. And because these things are happening before my very eyes I have questions to ask. I get curious. She misreads this as enjoyment. It isn't believe me. If I have to hear her say "You like it really" one more time I swear I absolutely will retire to my room whenever she puts them damn shows on the television.
She is so stubborn and selfish I can't even explain, but here is an idea of what she is like. I could be watching something on television she will come back from University and take (TAKE) the remote off me to put something else on. I once sarcastically said "it's polite to ask first" and she completely went off on one. So you see if I did say something about the soaps I might get the remote shoved down my throat. Or not since it clearly is her best friend. Either way I'd rather not risk it. So I will take deep breaths, block out the fuzz and hope the soap suds don't start running from my ears. TTFN!

Procrastination or just being lazy?

Procrastination. We have all done it. When you desperately need to tidy your room but decide to just go on facebook or twitter or some other mundane site just to pass the time. Or maybe you tidy your room just to keep you away from that essay that needs to be in. I am currently procrastinating life. Okay that was a bit OTT. I do have work to be doing, I have a story to write and an essay to research not to mention a presentation that needs to be looked at, but I am currently in the living room writing a blog/looking at facebook/ contemplating going out with friends/ watching Holby City (just clarifying I did not choose it). I could be using this time to write the short story but for some reason I can't. Not I can't be bothered.. I just can't. Every single time I try to create something tangible it blows up/ hits a wall and I am sat there pulling my hair out trying to think of a hook.
I could go out with friends. In fact I would love to go out to The Box tonight, drink and be merry. But my housemates just do not put me in the mood. Watching soaps on the telly does that to you. Not to mention hardly anyone I know is going out. It's not that I always need someone there.... well actually it kind of is. I'm a shy person, sometimes socially awkward although not as much as my housemate (Mandy bless her soul). When I have a couple of drinks in me I am as sociable as anyone. But I cannot just show up there alone. I just can't. So my boyfriend is trying to change my mind. *Come drink with us* but I don't know his friends (insert me being socially awkward) my other friends (outside the house) are either ill, M.I.A (probs ill) or just not The Box people. So I have a plan for this evening, I will proceed to look at facebook, I might change the channel so I won't have to see needles every 5 minutes and I will have a long luxurious bubble bath. In all fairness this chair is so comfortable and warm I might not move from it all evening. Is that more procrastination? Or just plain laziness?
Keep passing the open windows!