Turning seventeen.

It's pretty much a shit age. Your mature to do everything an 18 year old would, your just not allowed to.

On the up side, you are allowed to drive. This morning i took Monique for a spin. Almost crashed her into a lampost and drove her over a curb but my dads says i done well soo...

I don't have anything pretty much exciting to offer lately, seeing as i'm seventeen, in a shit financial situation, unloved and bored with life. Walking example of FML marra. Despite all of this i'm actually pretty happy lately.

I don't get young relationships though, it's never going to last forever so why do people bother for so long? It is nice to have someone but when it all goes to shit your facebook home stream is constantly filled with targeted lyrics and shitty little attention seeking status's, and even dedicated songs! If someones going to make you happy then let them, but not if your so pathetic enough not to be happy without them. Honestly, were young and were beautiful so some crack open the glens, get out the grinder and get rolling!

ADIOS AMIGOS <3>

I am now writing film reviews.

http://www.rottentomatoes.com/member/harleypage

I think i'm also going to make an effort with my layout design, seeing as i have just made the effort with twitter, despite the fact i do not tweet.

My love for Jack O'connell has significantly grown.

Life is like a box of chocolates,

you always get the fucking lifting ones, cus the chart is deciving.

The other day we went to see Joanna and Jack in a preformance of 'Our House' at the whitley bay playhouse. Honestly, that place is anything but a playhouse. You can't even play pass with a water bottle in the 'waiting area', and when you miss the catch, honestly, the looks you get whena bottle of water plummets through a crowd at 100mph is a joke. Also, 2.40 for a bag of buttons? I felt like a child in poverty who has to carry buckets on their head and travels to wells just too get a sip of fresh shit water everyday. I acctually had to wait until i was in my seat to open the buttons so i could rashin them thoughout the play, in the end Dan was nearly biting my hand of like a savage dog he was craving them so much.

However, the play was a bay spectacular, mics were broke, Joanna had an irish accent, their was a pink car, Jack was a lurky creep, it had everything a play needed. When we returned from a snoutbreak after the break thing, the curtain openend to reveal Jack brown on a boat, singing in hebrew, wearing what can only be described as muli colour robes and a monkey hat. That alone is the best moment of my life, and from that day forward i don't think i can ever take him seriously ever again.

Dan if your reading this i think you would agree, it was so funny buy we were so shocked at the time right, we didn't even laugh that much. Honestly if my craic was a coke can it would have been more recycled then Elizabeth Fritzls fanny.

Talking of Fritzl, my number one man, he was the indivulator for my 2 and a half fucking hour exam today. Honestly i thought it all the way through, then at the end Josh went, how much does that man look like fritzl. Get those basements open and your children inside because he's back and he's more rapier than ever! If you don't lock them away, he will.

Also, my hair has took a turn for the worst. It's deader than Michael Jackson. I don't know what to do with it anymore and i'm to scared to die it incase it turns to dust and i become Britney Spears.

Thats all for now, also i think i want to be a film critic. Maybe i should a film blog? Riviting stuff. I havn't learned how to spell yet either so bare with my blogging errors.

PEACE OUT :)

fail,

i don't care about either versions of the mummy, borat, east is east, the full monty, or the film industry.

im going to fail my exams (Y)

SWEATING LIKE FRIZL ON CRIBS!

T-mobile, kill yourself.

The other month my dad done something with his bank accounts, got a new one i think. Anyways he rang up t-mobile and was like here tek the money out of this account so it pays for me dortas contract.

For the past month and a half or somethingt-mobile ring me like 3 times everyday asking to speak to my dad and i tell them over and over again i do not live with him, i will get him to ring them, he's rang them like 5 times now and told them to take the money out of the OTHER account.

Well, withoutmy phone and it's 800 minutes and unlimited texts per month, i feel like i don't have a right arm. To my not so pleasant suprise today, i came to realise THEY HAD FUCKING CUT ME OFF! I was so outraged so i had to ring the t-mobile thing, where i was telling the opertator to fuck off for about half n hour before i dinally pressed enough fucking number 5's on the dialler to acctually get too speak to a human being.

A human being with a asian accent anwserd. I was outraged. He was making out as if we where some sort of peasent hustling family unable to afford our mobile contracts. After shouting at him during my mad freak out moment for like half n hour he finally rang my dad where it was sorted and now my phone is back on.

This blog seems pretty pointless but i only ever blog when i have something too complain about and this well pissed me off.

Who the fuck knew you couldget black swans? My life has changed.

I don't think my mam is impressed by black swans seeing as she voted bnp in the recent, hung as a horse, election. She also keeps telling me to fuck of lately, she needs to learn she belongs in the kitchen.

Off to get mortal, tra.

I just smoked a doobie in my car so i'm a little high right now.

Best craic ever, Chris anastasi and Scott Hope fell through a glass window.

Thats the end of that!

Dans decided he's going to walk into smokers wall on monday, and exchange his 'finest checkerd clothing' for tight skint leggings and a wild perm, and most important of all, a malbro.

I think hes also going to start grinding up against Callum in his leather jay as he calls him stud.

Tbf, i think the entire population ofthe preformance academy will pour out into smokers singing summer loving, whislt pretending to not be gay, or oover exaturating their gayness. I wish i could spell.

I hate the preformance acadameny, eveyone always drinks just water,and they do their spilts at they so there work, awful people.

Franks decided to record a song, i have something to look forward too!

Just the idea of frank recording a song is something to crease at anyway.

I dont have much banter lately, but how funny is it when lasses can't handle their drinks,and when blacks thunk they have been accepted into our society. Ha, the jokes on you cus griffins on the case.

Racist,honest or just proud to be British?

Well it's nearly election time and everyones been slagging of the bnp. Personally, i think they make some good points.

In my view, being racist is judging someone by the colour of their skin or race in a negative way.

I would never do that!

However, i think the countries got ever so senstive over the years since Hitler decided to burn all those jews and shit. I do not agree with what he done in the slightest, and if you do i suggest you watch the boy in the striped pyjarmers, i cried! Anyways, since all that shit happend, England seems they want to make up for all of that by opening the floodgates and letting everyone in from everywhere, proving where a canny country.

I wouldn't be bothered in this in the slightest, but going to Newcastle college, which is full of mixed race, i have noticed that people from different countries, don't seem to respect our culture or us at all.

The other day i was in the reffectory buying food and i was wearing netted leggings, them ones from primark every tom dick and Harrys got. The last time i checked the people that rule this county don't have a problem with my leggings, or baring abit of flesh now and again. Anyways, these 2 girls from a different county, i'm not sure where but they where black and didn't seem to speak much English or even understand how are currency works, looked me up and down with disgust and then looked at eachother in an agreeing mannor, as if they where judging me, by what i was wearing. I didn't let it bother me and went to go and eat my cake.

About 20 minutes later i waited outside of the the lift with Joanna etc. and there they where again. Joanna pointed out that those same 2 girls where laughing, starring and talking about me (in a different non english language, in england), once again. This really pissed me off. If those 2 girls had of been white, i would have been just as much pissed of, but i know a average white girl living in Britain wouldn't do that because they would have seen that what i was wearing was perfectly acceptable. However, i was not going to let myself be judged, so as we entered the lift i simply said to Joanna, loud enough for all to hear, in a perfect British language, i was born in this county, and this county doesn't look down on us for stuff like this, so if people don't like it, they can pretty much leave! The floor went from first to ground and those 2 girls got out (which in itself is pretty much unacceptable, and it's always forigners that do that, never whites) along with a white lecturer. As this lectuere was getting out the lift she said 'well you better be more careful abotu what you say pet because you can get chucked out of college for it'. And yes, she said it with disgust.

Are you for real?

Chucked out of college for expressing our countries views, to a pair of 2 girls that wern't even from this country. What the fuck happend to England and free speech?

Am i not even allowed to stand up for myself or express our countries morals anymore, just because some blacks might get a little bit offended. I certainly felt offended, and do they get threatned to get chucked out of their education? Their education that our country gave them! NO! They get fucking protected.

I'm not racist, but if your going to live in our county, do whatever the fuck you want, but at least have the decency to respect our laws, our cultures, our views and our way of living! If you think that statement makes me racist then brand me a fucking racist because i would never back down in what i believe in. I'm not asking them too either, but they can at least accept the way we live and not judge it!

But if i got moved to a different county where it was the norm to walk around covering every aspect of their bodies in black, i would respect that.

It's like when you go to someone elses's home, and the way they live is like a tad different to the way you live, taking shoes of before you enter the house etc. you respect it.

You don't stride in with your shoes on putting dog shit and god knows what all over the carpet do you? Well that is how i felt, like i was being laughed at,mocked and disrespected in my home. But i am not allowed to express that because it is viewed as fucking racist. It isn't even the British people that own this county anymore.

Honestly, people always go on how there proud to be british but if this is the way we have to live now, it's feels like where throwing our culture away and everything we stand for just incase someone gets offended who isn't from here.

When i'm 18, i know who i'm voting for.

I feel so lost!

All my life i've always known what i wanted. I want to be succesfull, i want to live in a massive perfect house and have the perfect partner, the perfect graphics design career, the perfect cars,basically the perfect life. Until then i just guessed i would try my hardest at education, have fun, and make my friends for life along the way. Until this weekend, i did have the friends i wanted. However, i've come to realise how hard it is to get perfect, because nobodys perfect.

Friends you thought you knew so well do the most dickish and suprisingley selfish things to seek their own comfort, people who confinded in you turn out to be complete liars and friends seem to basically not give a flying fuck about you.

Even if i did ever reach the goal of having my dream life would it even be all that?

Things should be simpler.

I've been working my perfect arse off all day in college(went to dixy then played pool at the holiday in), all i want to do is illegally watch rise of the foot soilder online. But no, it keeps freezing and i have to wait for it to load, fuck my life.

Also, the radgie community should seriously be exstingushed from society.

I was casually strolling out of cullercoats metro station on sunday afternoon with none other than Daniel Craig and Joanna Currell. All of a sudden this huge, leg warmer wearing, beast, trips over right infront of my face, so what can you do? I mean, who wouldn't laugh at her? She's a joke anyway, but the fact she fell over, well thats just side splitting isn't it. Anyways, we carried on walking and as the pack of beasts strutted past us, the one that fell over yells, 'WHAT THU FUCK WAZ DAT FREEEK LUKIN AT!' Howay, How hard are you? You couldn't even say it when i was facing you, wow, coolness is of the rictor scale their like pal.

However, i am ever so grateful this beastly speciman didn't say it right to my face, because she would have, without a doubt, proper done me in. Still, the concept, it's just ridiclous really.

Also, why don't people wash? Especially when they have a lady lover coming over. That is the defination of rank. Also, eat properly. It's not hard. I had to make extreme effort to mock the way you eat your food with them dorotioes. How do you acctually do it.

I wish i was in a firm.

I have a job interview,

for Mcdonalds.

You only live once!

A-LEVELS,

at newcastle college are so shit! I think it's like virtually impossible to pass anything, judging my results day when everyone was slashing themselves and jumping of tenth cus of their lush U's and E's! I think the only person who came out with at least one B was Dean Grainger, shocker!? I didn't have any proper exams, but i did get a loverrrrly U in general studies ;)! I don't even know why the college gets paid to 'teach' us this. Who the fuck even pays the college to do it :|? It's acctually the most pointless thing ever and is only ever usefull for judging Stephen Justice on the fact he has not seen flubber, not even on youtube in parts. What a mess.

Anyway, even though i have nothing to winge over seeing as i didn't reaaaaally fail any exams, but i am acctually shit it for when i have my real ones. I have seem to forget everything i have ever been taught about media, and the more time i spend in college i can acctually feel my IQ dropping more. It's not good, worst education ever mate.

I think i might buy a revision book.

I did die my hair, but my mam bought the wrong one and it's gone darker and i've been reduced to taking anti-depressants over it. This hair business has gone to far. Plus every fucker is now dying it bright red and just copying of ME. Seriously it's proper hard to be 'indiviual' around here. I think me and Dan Craig need to get some serious stationary shopping done regarding files, so we look proper out there. Newcastle college finest trend setters. I'm even blogging personal jokes now I don't know what the fucks going on. Anyway, i might just die my hair purple, anyone else does this you will experience how jesus died, on the fucking cross!

Days off.

I know people usually proper love their days off but once i've had my lie in i acctually hate mine. All i do is lie here doing fuck all and never get ready it's so depressing!

Anyway, do really rank people HAVE to get with eachother in public? It's not nice to see. Especially when it's come hippy with long greasy hair and a leather jacket knecking on with some rebel rebel victim. Honestly, weirdest couple ever much? I felt like whitying alll over his doc martins when they sat opposite me on the metro. Do 'people in love', have to keep constant eye contact and smile at eachother? It just looks really gay! I hope i never fall in love, just to save myself the embarrasement on the metro system.

I died my hair. My useless mam bought the wrong hair dye and it's went to dark. Aye, cheers mam you sket. I have zero money and zero make up, it's a bad life. I don't really have anything else to say apart from, listen to, opposite adults by Chiddy Bang, i'm feeling this as my summer song. Also, their is loads of things i want atm that i cannot afford, story of my fecking life :)

Peace out niglets.

Saturday night,

are offically shit. The college are proper wankers you acctually have to go to lessons these days to recieve ema, and nowhere wants to employ me. I think i need to get really creative with my money making choices. That means im either going to become a drug dealer or a pimp. Anyways, lack of funs=lack of things to do on a saturday night. I think im also lacking in friends, not friends but like real friends, people i can rely on. I don't mean to get all me myself and i, but basically i think its time get used to expecting everyone to let you down.

I've been watching sex and the city all night and i've come to a conclusion. THERE ALL FUCKING SLAGS! Seriously there shagging someone knew every fucking episode then winging on they dont have a boyfraaaand. Maybe because the whole of new york city has banged you? Reminds me of other certain effy like characters roaming around pulling evils with their hourse like faces these days.

Honestly, where is the skins lifestyle?

I also STILL need to die my hair and im on the scraps of my make up and i can't afford to buy anymore, so basically i will be looking like the girl of the ring all of this week.

Peace out niggers.

The meaning of life?

I don't understand the concept of death and i don't think i ever will.

I don't get how one day someone can be normal healthy laughing and just there and then the next there not. Where do they go? It's a question that has puzzled on humanity since the dawn of time but looks like it's never going to be anwserd. Maybe where not supposed to know. I've always thought we shouldn't try and anwser this question, we need to live our lives enjoying ourselves not wondering why where here. I dont really care why where here anymore i would just love to seek comfort in knowing when someone has been taken away there still there with us, laughing with us, crying with us, just being here with us. It's not hard to convince yourself a loved one who has passed away is happy where they are, but that still doesn't heal or even begin to help the agonising pain you go through everyday attempting to live life without them, when everything you do is hard and painful and literally feels like your heart is being ripped out and shit on. It still doesn't justify why good people get taken away, and scum of the earth who sponge of society and do fuck all with their lives get a place on this earth but so many decent, loving human beings are forced to leave in the most tragic and unfair ways possible. People say death is a hard thing. That is the most underated saying i have ever heard. Hard does not even come close to describing the pain. How are we even supposed to know their okay? Or if their is life after death. If their isn't, i'd rather just die now and put an end to this fucking bullshit.

FML

Dan Craig described me as an oasis, then told me to make a blog. So i made a blog.

I am probably the worst person in the human race to make a blog, you will understand if you have ever been the victim of one of my story's.

I don't particuarly want to discuss world hunger or the 911, or the haiti situation, or anything that provides any sort of relevance in life.

But i can say this...

How shit is it when you can't go to sleep so you stay awake all night watching jackass, smoking lamberts and drinking tea, then you wake up at 4am the next day? I feel like im wasting my life, it's depressing. I could take some of Sam Bowdens advice and just smoke green all the time but somehow that seems like a bigger waste of time.

So today, i woke up around 3pm, i made some toast, ate some monster munch, smoked some lamberts and watched deal or no deal and some other daytime tv shit. Wednesday is my day off and i don't use it for anything useful or relevant. I might just start living life on the edge and join the army, or maybe even start driving planes into towers on early septemeber mornings, always seemed like a good laugh.

I don't know what else to say apart from, i need to die my hair and im sick of facebook ruling my life.