21 Jun 2010

Only the good die young

There are moments in life where one has question how life works, why certain events occur and how we live our lives. 

Last night a boy in my form class at school, a friend, died from leukaemia. He was my age, just 16, and he died from a vicious form of cancer. Even though I didn't know him terribly well like others did, it still hit me hard. Naturally it was by Facebook that I found out and as I scrolled through the countless statuses expressing the grief, loss and sadness, my stomach churned and my heart dropped to the floor. This young boy was cheeky, funny, and SO loved, it's just not fair. He had his whole life ahead of him, but life didn't want him here, life took advantage of him and took him away.

Recently some shitty shitness has happened in various ways, but especially on twitter. It just hasn't been the same since, there's been an atmosphere and lack of tweets, it's horrible. So, I started a TOP FIVE. Each night I ask a question such as 'Jobs you wanted as a child...' which has brought more people together, getting to know people better and sharing our thoughts. But also it makes people think and reflect on our own lives. And I think people should really do this more, especially when sudden awful heartbreaking events happen. People moaning and complaining on twitter, starting fights, and asking for attention are just STUPID compared to what really matters in life. Why do it? What's the point? If you're seriously that angry with someone then keep it to yourself for goodness sake, or talk to them privately. Starting arguments in the eyes of everyone is just spiteful and is just asking for others to get involved. It's the 'happy slapping videos' of twitter. It's wasting time, time you could be spending thinking of the good things, and appreciating what you have. These things could be gone in an instant, life can surprise you and throw everything back in your face. Life is precious, we all know that, so don't ruin others' lives with the nasty comments and by stirring up trouble. This death has hit me more than I thought it would. It's made me reflect on what I have, what I've achieved and what I want to achieve, before it's too late.

So PLEASE, I ask all of you on twitter lot, and you damn well know who you are, to just think. Before you attempt to start an argument or tweet about your 'shit life', just bloody think. Is it seriously worth it? I want twitter back how it used to be, with laughs, sharing stories and good news, all watching the same TV shows together. Abusing twitter in the right way. 

Liam is the bravest boy I know, he NEVER complained about what was happening to him, he kept his sense of humour and was a shining light for everyone to follow. He's an inspiration. We have our lives, let's live and tweet them in a positive and inspiring way. Yeah?

Over and out. X

17 Jun 2010

"I want to put my dead relatives in a drawer"

Today I had possibly the funniest conversation EVER with my hairdresser.
I shall explain.
I was getting my prom hair trial run...thing...for next Friday, when mum brought up the subject of her dead Grandad, and if she'd decided to do anything yet. Now, not hearing the previous conversation about this seemingly delicate issue, I thought it was incredibly risky and quite depressing of my mum to bring this up. 
However, I present to you the conversation that took place...

Mum: Oh yeah have you decided what to do with your Grandad yet?

Hairdresser: Nope. He's still in my house, but he's been promoted to the windowsill cos he likes the sun.

Mum: Well as long as he doesn't fall off.

Me: *raises eyebrows*

H: I like him there! I love having him with me. It's not weird. It's not.

Mum: LOL

Me: *where the eff is this going...*

H: My worst fear ever is being left alone, like, not if the kids go out. But I could never live on my own, and the thought of being BURIED. ALONE. Urgh it makes me feel ILL. Just keep me somewhere until someone else pops their clogs and shove me in with them for God's sake. 


H: It's like, my Uncle died when I was preggers and my Aunt was totally on her own, so I went up there for a couple of weeks and managed to persuade her to keep him. I mean that caused an uproar from the rest of the family but we won the argument. And six year's later she still had 'im! He came to Christmases and everything. Brought him down in a Sainsbury's bag, we all said hello to him. Another relative died though and he was buried, so at the funeral we sneaked him in, sitting by his feet he is.

Mum: *inconsolable laughing*

Me: *laughs and nearly has ears sliced*

H: I know it sounds mad! But I like things like that, what I want is to collect all my relatives and put them all in a drawer in my bedroom, so I can say hello to them every day.

Me: You could take them all on holiday, shove them in a suitcase. They can all have a sunlounger each. "Ooh Nan you're looking a bit burnt..."




14 Jun 2010


My name's Louise.
And I should be writing more blogs.

They have been lacking, to say the least, over the past month...or two. I can't help it. Well, that's a lie, I can help it. ALAS, I have taken on the wise advice from mother owl which is "SORT YOURSELF OUT LOUISE, AND GET YOUR BLOODY PRIORITIES RIGHT." So, I have.

Right now I'm sitting in my school skirt and an England top, £5 from New Look, bargain. I'm not a complete obsessive 'vuvuzelas start at dawn' football fanatic, but, well, I can at least look the part. Plus it has red in it which goes nicely with my lucky bracelet, which, let's be honest, if we end up ACTUALLY winning, will be the sole reason we did. No offence, *cough* Green *cough*. I actually watched the first World Cup match at a pub with my Dad, I know right, ME. Pfft. I really got into it, you know, tweeting about it the whole 30mins I lasted there, before glaring at Dad until he got the message to take me home. Although the thing that caught my eye was the fly bashing into the rather large screen. I narrated him. "I can bloody hear them, but where the eff are they?!" *sniggers* I then carried on altering my dress and listening to S Club 7, much more my comfort zone.

*falls off chair reaching for sock*

Last week was the worst exam week EVER. And it's OVER. *falls to knees, sobs* YES. THANK YOU. *grabs Jesus' feet* And now I have only 5 left, spread over 3 weeks. YAYSQUARED. To celebrate, myself, Matt and mum went to her maj's gaff to watch loads of horses poo, soldiers faint and have to Royal famalam wave to us. I LOVED IT. Our family is very Royalist, I think that's the word? We love Liz and her crew, my nan and other relatives even camped out to see a wedding, or two, or three. Those genes have clearly passed on cos I love them too, sadcase. Here are the photos, they're quite good. *smugface* Anyway, it was London. AND I WANT TO MARRY THE CAPITAL. Next engagement, X Factor auditions, 23rd June. *explodes*

In my last blog I said I was going to write a book. I started it. Then I stopped. It's much harder than it seems, I appear to spend most of my time leaning back in my chair, smoking an imaginary pipe and rubbing my metaphorical beard. I'll put it on my to-do list.

Troops, it is nearly summer. I have my 16-25 railcard and I will storm all cities (within reason) during my two months off. I AM UBER EXCITED. *streaks in garden* THAT'S HOW EXCITED I AM. 

However now I must go and make an omelette. Phwoar.


Bye. X