Understanding queue jumping

I should begin this post by saying when people say that short people are closer to the ground and therefore, closer to Satan, they are correct. 100% correct. I am small, and whenever I am at the canteen at my school endeavouring to pick up some processed garbage *sigh* - I am always always always shoved out of the way and trampled on the floor.

Feeling quite sad because I am tiny, and beside me there are 6 foot 3 boys with wavy brown hair and green eyes ''Uh....pizza thanks'' they say in their deep deeeeeep voices..and since I'm basically a plastic human bag....nobody seems to notice me and cuts in. Yes, that's the sad sad truth, I am so small...nobody SEES ME. So I have come to the conclusion, that if they cannot see me, they could probably HEAR me if I tried to be heard. It  makes sense if you think about it, like if you're blind you tend to have better hearing because you are more reliant on your other four senses? Well, in a similar way I guess you could apply the same logic. I'm not really very rude at all though so I think I would possibly feel a bit odd and a bit strange fighting for my place in the queue of the canteen, in actual fact I think it's rather ridiculous to put all my might and effort just so I can leave the canteen five minutes earlier? Is it really worth it...being the bitch of the canteen? I have no idea. Is. It. Worth. It. 

With me though, it seems like I only can work at extremes. I am either a shy polite pushover who allows people to trample all over me in the quest to be nice OR  a mean bitch with a foul mouth in the name of standing up for myself. Gahhh why is this so hard? All I want to do is wait for my disgusting pizza without some incompetent fool not being able to wait in line (in his rightful place). I hate queue cutters, nobody seems to care about this though, so it's really one man for himself. So to fight the animals you have to be an animal and basically in theory you must SAY SOMETHING or DO SOMETHING to show that you HAVE THE RIGHT as A PERSON to be in a situation. But I am rather bamboozled myself, what would a civilised person do you do in this situation? I quite frankly have no clue....Personally, from experience saying nothing to queue jumpers feels pretty fucking crap. But I also think that being rude would still make you feel pretty crap and the person cutting in feeling crap as well...and they most likely will not stop cutting in regardless of your rude animalistic cries towards them You know what they say...once you cut in line, you will always cut in line - nobody has actually ever said this, but I shall make it a point to get this a well-known kiss-arse quote. But, this is a rather good point I guess, what you have to realise is although, you don't owe anybody your courtesy or your kindness...being rude is an awful trait to be quite frank. And I think personally, mustering up the strength NOT to say anything is a much more gallant thing to do than actually saying something...In my opinion, this could be seen as quite cowardly and lame to others but I think being nice is a far more wonderful thing to be then being rude.

And with that thought, I shall leave, gather my thoughts and cry over my wonderful lasagne I had for supper yesterday, was deliciously marvy in all the best ways,

Shall leave you to do what you normally do when queue cutters cut in, or not? 

Hannah

xo

Happy bloody Valentines day

Its 10:30am on a Friday and am at home and still in pyjamas and have not received any chocolate nor any other sentimental crap that couples give each to other and I honestly, don't careeee. I'm not a cynical bitch nor incredulous, or anything of that sort, just feeling a bit 'meh' towards the whole prospect of V-day. So have been spending my day stalking aviation blogs (freak) and salivating over dinner (pasta with white sauce and JUMBO shrimps)....I was a bit lame yesterday too, at school the charity committee were selling roses to give to your 'loved ones'...I did receive one from my friend, ha! But I was rather lame and feeling hysterical so decided to get myself none other than a rose:

To Hannah,

You make fetch happen

From your other 1/2

And nobody was the slightest dubious....little did they no (of course)!

At least I don't have to worry about choosing to wear between a beige or a black lace bra (although I probably wouldn't mind that challenge)... am still very content with my lovely black large knickers thank you very much. And the only relationship I am having currently is a relationship with my pasta.  And here comes the cheese to the mac: Word of advice if you are single and you are feeling rather...'hefty' DO NOT stare at your belly and poke it about and then become despondent about the fact you look pregnant... and how in actual fact that is ironic because in fact, nobody WANTS to impregnate you...No!! Instead, go for a run and work your arse off because tis life and life is bloody fucking Valentine's day everyday - that doesn't excrete any logic....butttttt (haha poo jokes are still fab) (if you didn't get that I part of me will have died but I am special still I will chant to myself) DO YOUR SELF A FAVOUR and don't listen to this  crap and the forever alone nonsense going around and eat your mac and cheese and drink your skimmed milk in your large black knickers and feel bloody well pleased with your fucking life because who else will?

Now it is the time to get on with my fairly large and copious amounts of never ending revision for my mocks.... Also was feeling  in the 'mood' so organised my stationary...which was a overdue I must say.

Think I am going to be good today and although inhaling sugar and drowning yourself in vodka is acceptable today and today only, my 'logic' tells me otherwise...in realityit is ''bloody fucking Valentine's day everyday'' so will leave that to the week between my GCSES...the sugar inhaling not the vodka. 

xoxo

Nattering away...

One two three not only you and me, got 180 degrees and I'm caught in between.

Don't fret, I'm not being inappropriate or even the slightest alluring rather my brain has decided to have Britney on repeat for the last 48 hours and I am subsequently going mad. I think it's my punishment for leaving my homework  for Greys Anatomy and crap last night...and tonight....and the night before that. I love you Britney, but please. No more threesoming, I can't take it. Why was I even allowed to listen to this when I was younger?

I am currently lying ever so slightly vertically in my bed and loving, I repeat loving the Greys Anatomy Marathon I've got going on. I forgot how much I love having the ability to lie in bed whilst watching television without the fear that your laptop will set fire to your precious bedding. Anyone else here suffered third degree burns as a result of an unsuccessful marathon? I admit my laptop does overheat but it's not quite evil enough to scar your skin, although it is hot enough to effectively balance on your stomach and relieve period pain. I feel my singleton forever alone behaviour really does go unappreciated sometimes...

 I do wonder how I've managed 11 years of education given the exceedingly small attention spam I behold. Take this blog post for example, it has no real purpose or content and basically doesn't really make any sense whatsoever. I am merely nattering away to myself. 

I hope you still love me though

I'm off eat a bar of chocolate and then off to watch the next few episodes . Party hard kids! 

''It's time to grow the hell up, Hannah'' They said, lovingly of course.

God lord have had a quite strange couple of months really and am quite confused, probably the reason as to why I have been listening to Pixie Lott on repeat a lot (ha) lately....Bringing back such wonderful memories from my past 11 year old life...ahh. Anyway, have had possibly, or what has seemed like...a thousand bloody panic attacks about my A-level choices. Good grief....I don't think I have EVER been so terrified in my life and so have found myself constantly running up to the nearest sixth former I can find and stuttering trying to ask sensible yet exceedingly specific questions, failing of course, and desperately trying to find a reason to take Chemistry, even the slightest of a reason would have made me run and completely change my mind and re-think all my options! Although, I must say...I really do hate Chemistry and my sixth form life would possibly feel very much like the life of a perpetual sugar atom if I did take it....wondering aimlessly in the valley of doom or whatever, I don't really know what happens after year 11...and quite frankly,I think the surprise of this daunting prospect would be much better left to when I am actually IN sixth form...because I needn't need to worry about anything else right now as my GCSES are in...78 days...which isn't even 3 months and I have an awful lot of work that I SHOULD be doing...ha ha I can almost feel my osmo-receptors sending electrical ''fuck life'' pulses to my brain.

I repeat again my GCSES are in 78 days. And what have I been doing for the last year you may ask or even today, no I was quite good today, ahh but last Tuesday...yes yes...Oh I was just 'catching up' on 7 years of Greys Anatomy in the space of 3 months *successful of course* - but simultaneously putting a complete and utter disgrace to not only my unfinished homework BUT my skin...don't think after 5 hours of sleep my 50 shades of grey under my eyes would feel very grateful if we made it 51 shades of grey, now would we?

My days these couple of weeks have basically consisted of me waking up in the morning and looking on bloody prospects  trying to find some sort of meaning I can give to my adult life....Constantly doubting my aeronautical engineering dream before becoming a pilot...and then me begging my mother to tell me exactly which A-levels I should pick, then me asking my friends, random sixth formers, my teachers and then sort of developing a sort of ''let life unravel with all that it brings'' attitude before having some sort of fit and then crying over attractive boys whilst stuffing my face in pasta....and that is really all to it. That is really all to my days lately. And so my life as a stupid 15 year old girl continues who, by the way, has decided to take Physics, Maths, Biology and English Literature accompanied by tears and a big bum....

If only I could be be paid to blog about my 'exciting' life (ha ha). Wouldn't that be marvy....However, that would possibly make me ever so slightly forever alone...sorry this is early should this have waited until Friday? V-days is going to be a marvellous evening spent with my laptop in a 180 degree angle....or lying horizontally (no other way to put it really I'm afraid). Also if I were paid to blog, then I fear that I would become a cat lady even though I don't think that would be the wisest compromise for a man, if I ever do end up picking a cat over a boy though, please slap me across the face several times....I feel as though that would be the nicest action to take. Sharp and ruthless just how I like my Mac and Cheese.

....but should I take Chemistry??? Maybe a perpetual sugar atom life isn't too bad after all. No no no Hannah! Or is it? 

xxx

A wee bit about myself

I'm no artist but I do write and I think the journal below is incredible and I want to start making my journal prettier haha like below

See you soon,

Hannah

xx

Behind this face article: Miranda Kerr

Just finished up a little article on Miranda Kerr, whom I love! I adore her personality and am in love with her clothes and also am obviously extremely jel over her bod...but nonetheless I have written an article on Behind This Face, please let me know what you think! Am absolutely shattered as I have decided to 'get fit' as one of my marvy resolutions so with the gym STILL not being open and all, I did 100 starjumps in my room and this weird cross zig zag with your legs thing that really HURTS your abs ohmylord and then I ran up the stairs (my apartment block) to the 13th floor. This was all too much for me I think...and with that to bed! Good night everyone.

Hannah
xx

2014!!!!

Hello Everyone, Hope you have all had a lovely Christmas break and a wonderful New Years! Amidst everything going on right now have decided to start to blog again which is a rather crazy but hey, have made it one of my few resolutions that I WILL take on board this year. I think I must have made about 100 last year and didn't stick to one - In fact am going to take my resolutions seriously and going to frame them in a picture frame or something visible!!

Not quite sure how this is all going to work out but I hope you still love me xxx