Yep. I didn’t write that wrong or anything. It’s an exact quote.

 It’s a friends facebook update. No punctuation or anything just:

 ’Im loled’

What the hell does that even mean? Does it actually mean:

I am laugh out loud-ed.

Because that still makes no sense. 

No. No on so many levels.

 In the sense that I don’t see the point of having a blog if all that is posted is reblogged from other people. I can understand if every now and again you see something cool and want to share it with others, but to have an entire blog that is nothing but recycled pictures is boring.

 I thought the idea of a blog was so other people can read and/or see what you do or what you’re all about. Something personal(ish). If you’re all about only showing what other people have done then who are you and, really, why bother?

 The worst are when they’ve got a crappy caption like:

‘This is so me’

or

‘I COMPLETELY FEEL this way OMGLOLZ xox’.

…Yeah, you are the other thousands of people who have reblogged it. And with tumblr anyway then there is a ‘like’ button so you don’t have to reblog the things you like. You just click the like button and *Ta-da!* as if by magic you can look at all the things you’ve liked. Simple enough one would think.

 These are not to be confused with those that only post submissions (on tumblr). These tend to be a catalogue of similar items, like tattoos people have, or cats in places they shouldn’t be. These work fine and can be highly entertaining. They aren’t a personal blog, and many of these go on to become books.

 Now I know somebody reading this would think;

‘Well if you don’t like what I post you don’t have to look at it’

…And yeah I don’t because as soon as I notice that X blog is just regurgitated crap I un-subscribe or whatever you want to call it. Though this is a similar argument too ‘Well you don’t have to look at it, it’s just MY shiz’. Which as I have said before, as soon as you publish anything on the internet it is no longer personal or private, so this argument is invalid.

 I mean, if you really felt the need to have a blog that is full of crap that makes you look like an empty human being then go for it, just don’t publish it. Keep it personal, like a diary but pictures.

 Maybe it’s just another one of those things about people that I don’t understand. Or maybe I expect too much of people, which is more likely.

 More specifically, students in halls complaining that the heating has been turned off and demanding some kind of refund.

 I don’t quite know where to start. Maybe with that it’s just not cold. Or how about that it’s June. Or perhaps that you’re all just fucking ridiculous.

 What’s funny is that last week when it was hot, the same people were complaining then about how it’s summer and the heating should be turned off because it’s too hot and a waste of energy.

 These people don’t deserve heat.

 Or rather, when is somebody considered grown-up?

 Loads of the people I went to school with are getting married, or having children (never the same people as those getting married though), or doing Ph.D.s or masters courses, buying houses, moving in with their partners, having awesome jobs, moving to another country or generally being more adult.  

As I write this I am sat in the blanket/pillow fort I made. Obviously I do not fall into the above category.

 At what age are these things appropriate? There seems to be distinct gap between those in their twenties and those in their thirties. I mean, until earlier I just thought that the people in my age were way to young to do any of these things, but now maybe…just maybe, it’s me.

 I still feel like a kid, I do not in any way feel like an adult, except that now the things I want I can buy myself instead of having to wait until Christmas…although now I have to wait until I have enough room…for a puppy.

 But it seems…unreasonably early for these things to be happening. 

I’ve probably mention this before, but what the hell kind of music counts as indie?

 I mean, on the radio 1 charts, there are songs in both the dance chart, and indie. So which are they actually. What the fuck makes a song indie nowadays? Or is it just songs that didn’t make it into the real chart?

 What about songs that people who want to consider themselves alternative listen too because they have to be ironic if they want to listen to anything that is actually popular?

 And what’s with that anyway? If you like something you’re allowed to just like it, and not have to like it ironically. Which then surely you actually just like it anyway.

 I just shouldn’t look at what new music is out it angries up my blood.

There are often ducks here. I like ducks. They are quiet.

 However they’ve moved on and now all I’m left with the rowdy geese neighbours…which keep screaming.

If they keep me up all night I will give them something to scream about.

I just…it’s…it’s difficult to watch sometimes.

 From the get go I’m going to say that our laundry room is stupid. 6 washing machines but only 5 tumble dryers. That’s just bad fucking math. And I don’t want to hear any of that ‘but some people rack dry their clothes’. Simply put if you’re going to provide the facilities for 6 people to wash their clothes at once then provide 6 tumble dryers. 

 But that’s not even the annoying part. This whole rant came about because one of the tumble dryers is out of order, leaving 4. When it came to me needing to use one, of the 4 left 3 were still running and one had stopped but was still full of clothes. And had been for at least half an hour. How does this happen? How can you forget that you’re doing laundry? What do you just think suddenly you have less clothes then you did earlier? Or is it just that you’ve never actually done your own fucking laundry before?

 You can always tell too. Their the students that will come in with their washing, faff around sorting it out into colours before realising they’ve got 6 piles, and then re-sort into different groups. Then they have to read the instructions. On EVERYTHING. It disturbs me that it’s the end of the academic year, and some students still can’t do their own laundry. Clearly these are the kind of people who should NOT be fending for themselves. What else don’t they know? 

 Students are supposed to be adults, but so many just don’t know shit. You know what else bothers me. Students who take a friend with them when they do their washing for moral support (this goes girls taking a friend with you when you go to the bathroom in a club too*). It can’t be anything else because the friend doesn’t do anything but stand there, like a tree.

 There was a guy emptying out his dry laundry finally, and I really wanted to jsut ask him what the fuck was up with his washing. The tumble dryers are industrial sized and I’m pretty sure that even I could fit in one, but for some strange reason, he was using 2. As it turns our, one was for bedding (quilt covers and pillow cases), and the other for clothes. I’m still unsure why he separated them out. to me there is no real logic behind it. Then what made me even more confused is from the ‘clothes dryer’ he pulled out towels! TOWELS! Surely if anything they would go with bedding.

 Maybe I’m reading too much into it. I’m going back to doing my laundry in the morning, where I get to witness less students attempting it.

*Funny story about this (girls going to the bathroom together). I was out clubbing with friends, and one of them (a girl) said she needed to go to the bathroom, so I wished her good luck and she walked off. She then came back confused as to why I didn’t follow her. I explained because I hope to god she doesn’t need help peeing at her age, but then she dragged me with her anyway. She didn’t need any help, and I didn’t talk to her at all, but she explained that ‘that’s what girls do’. I will never understand.

So I’m looking for somewhere to live. Thus far, in Kingston prices are…expensive.

 Looking in Southampton (for the hell of it), so annoyed. For example 3 bedroom house on Hythe Marina: £1125 pcm. Or how about 3 bed house in Dibden Purlieu: £810 pcm. Even in Southampton, 3 bed flat in East St: £750pcm.

 Kingston on the other hand: £1400, £1550, £1995 pcm. There just isn’t anything for under £1000 a month. Not exactly student friendly.

 I can’t quite understand. I mean, East St is just off of Southampton High St. Highly desirable, good place, nice flat, some ocean views, great travel links…super cheap. But Kingston, whilst it’s closer to London, the properties are no where near as nice.

I’m not talking anything like bad personal hygine, or smoking.

 I’m talking things I have noticed I do, which I have to try not to do in front of others. Like talking to/cheering at TV programs, raising my arms in victory if I finish a meal, and rocking back and forth when I’m sat down.

 I think these should be more socially acceptable. You know what, I’m gonna add this to my to-do list. So far it consists of:

1) Turn life into a musical.

2) Make my habits socially acceptable.

3) Do my essays.

 I was walking around the town centre today and I walked past Topshop. I was slightly horrified at what the mannequin was wearing. The best way to describe the theme was either ‘Religious Whore’ or ‘When Nuns Go Clubbing’.

Yep. Religious Whore or When Nuns Go Clubbing.

You read correctly. I couldn’t quite believe it. It was…I’m not religious, far from it, but it was almost offensive. Topshop have had some ugly things in their time, but this really pushes the boundries.

 At first I noticed it because it was a long white t-shirt which looked like it was tucked into the mannequins undergarments. I thought perhaps it was a mistake, but no. It wasn’t until I looked closer that I saw what a f*bleep*g monstrosity it was. The t-shirt had like an upside down cross pattern going on in it. This was then with a massive  chunky upside-down acrylic cross necklace and some other crap that was themed around black and white and crosses.Every piece the mannequin was dressed in screamed out ”CHRISTIANITY CAN BE ROCKIN’ TOO!” It looked as if a nun was going clubbing…

 I can almost understand if it was just one item in an outfit. Or if it was done as a joke. I normally encourage clothes that are funny but like I said…it borders on offensive and for me to say that you know it’s f*bleep*ed up. What’s worse is that according to their website it’s a whole collection based around the theme of ‘belief’. It’s just bad. And since when did tie-dye hotpants become a statement for religious belief.

 I’m just…I think the designer should be shot….and those who buy it should be shot. 

Also, if you’re wondering why I have censored by own blog, it’s because my Nan reads these…if it has upset you that I didn’t swear then you are kinda pathetic, but also if you give me a call I can make it up to you.

 I often find when I am shopping for underwear that I can never find underwear I want. This is either down to the underwear I like not being available in my size, or just not being cool.

 This is not acceptable.

 I think most undergarment designers are clueless. Women with big boobs need bras that offer more support. Unfortunately this is too often overlooked. Either the cups are bigger, but the straps are the same as for smaller boobed women (doesn’t work) or they just don’t get to have bras in that design. Women with boobs bigger than a D cup are pretty much wanted by men everywhere, but overlooked when it comes to bras unless they have to pay much much more…which is kinda harsh if their boobs are real. I mean if they’re fake then yeah, charge them more just for the hell of it.

 But that’s just one side of trying to find awesome underwear. You know what my biggest annoyance it though. The designs themselves. It’s always lace, silk or frills. With most colours being some variation on pinks, purples or other feminised colours.

 Men’s underwear tends to come in all range of designs and I can never find a female equivalent. You never get Spider-man or Batman underwear for girls. It’s almost always Super Girl or Wonder Woman, but pink. I dislike pink. I just want cool underwear.

Drives me nuts.

 But even then there’s the problem of how it just wouldn’t match my bra. That always tend to be the case, that if awesome pants are found, they are alone. It makes me sad. Women’s underwear is more often than not, designed to be sexy for when a man sees it. Well screw that. I want cool underwear even if I have to make it myself.

How amazing would a matching bra and pants set of Spider-man or Star Trek underwear be?

Freaking amazing that’s how much.

You just look arrogant or stupid. It is your job to get what I ask for. I don’t think you are any better at your job if you don’t write down my order, I in fact judge you more and am extra vigilant for mistakes. Which you no doubt make.

 I have never come across a waiter who can remember every thing you asked for without writing it down. It really bugs me. Is it like a status thing, like a competition with other waiters? Or is it that you actually forgot you’re notepad. In which case then how do you expect to remember my order? 

If you get my order wrong again i’m going to stab you in the fucking eye.

Dicks.

 It is horrendous. Absolutely awful. And brilliant.

‘You’re wedding will still go ahead, it just won’t be perfect.’

…See…see…it’s just…horrible…I can’t wait to watch more.