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Friday, April 15, 2005

My Orlando Bloom obsession is getting out of control. Check this out for unbelieveable hotness. I was never interested before, but then he grew lots of hair and got hot.

I need a job so badly, but keep getting rejected from everything and everyone. Damn it, that Hello Kitty handbag will soon be gone unless I get there fast.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

I'm finding it very hard to control my temper right now. The least of my problems is that my phone won't send texts. Another problem is that the guy I was seeing has suddenly decided he has too many 'personal problems' to have a relationship, like his bulimia and low self esteem. Is there anything I hate more than self-obsessed bulimics? It's pathetic. It's funny how we can sleep togther several times before he is able to realise this. My other problem, other than the uni problem cited below is that I have just been rejected from the job I applied for. This is too much to deal with. Do I fucking deserve all this or something?

Thursday, March 31, 2005

How is it fair that I put the effort in to be predicted 3 As at A-level, and get rejected from York, UCL and Manchester, all of which ask for AAB? I suck.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

"The culturally induced destruction of girls' self-esteem at puberty"

This brought a tear to my eye because it is what happens. Why are we so apathetic towards women's rights? Why is the pay gap so wide? Why does it seem we are only rated on our looks? Why are millions of women around the world still oppressed? Why are our reproductive rights under such threat?

Why don't we encourage our young girls to love themselves for who they are?

To some, these words may seem too emotive, or even naive, but these are issues that still have to be raised.

Sunday, November 14, 2004

Everytime I read anything about abortion rights, I'm terrified. I'm scared of my rights being taken away from me. Hell, I even read an article about the growing belief that the pill is a form of abortion, and that some American pharmacists will not supply it on those grounds. I would hit the fucking roof if a pharmacist refused to supply my pill. I really am terrified and so angry about this. Once the legal time limit is lowered by even a week, this sets the ball rolling for harsher restrictions. Abortion and birth control are fundamental rights for women.

We were talking about feminism in my English class, and my friend said something along the lines of 'Ugh, I don't want to be called a feminist'. I couldn't believe it, after everything feminism has done for her. Would she even be sitting in an English class were it not for feminism? I was so mad about that, I wanted to hit her.

(But didn't, of course)

Saturday, November 13, 2004

Clare Short seriously annoys me. She's stupid, self-righteous and pompous, yet champions herself as a figurehead for British women. Unfortunately, she's one of very few high profile women in Parliament, and it worries me that people may consider her to be the archetypal female politician, and so dismiss other women in this profession. Clare, you embarrass me. I don't agree with you, and I don't want you representing me.
I'm not dead, just resting. This blog needs a makeover and my links need sorting out. Back soon...

Monday, October 04, 2004

To make things even worse, ASOS are selling horrible plastic cowboy boots. My cowboy boots are wonderful and beautiful, yet soon will have the same status as that most scorned of items, the poncho.
I think I'm on the edge of getting completely and utterly stressed. I have to do a double page spread for a film magazine as part of my media coursework, and while I can design a page, I'm absolutely shite at taking photos. Even looking at a camera stresses me out. I have no idea what the fuck I'm going to do. It was meant to be in on friday and I haven't started it yet. I'm so stressed, every other sentence contains 'fuck' or shit'.

What I really hate is bad spelling and punctuation, especially from those who should know better, like my English teachers. I gave my teacher a draft of my personal statement, and had to point out to her where she had mistakenly corrected an apostrophe. I saw another which she'd checked today, and hadn't corrected any of the spelling mistakes. Who's going to let you do English at York when you can't even spell? It really does drive me mental.

Yeah, I think I'm on the verge of exploding. So many people and things are doing my head in right now.

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