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My blogger dashboard thing says I have published 69 posts... however the side bar says only 63. I may have another post on this topic in 6 days...
On the subject of random blog posts, today in French we got given our assessment topic, which is to write a blog post about you career plans, including information about your pocket money, any part time jobs you have (...made up), work experience and future plans, and I was forced to wonder: who has ever written a blog post about what housework they have to do in order to earn how much pocket money from whom, and what they in fact spend aforementioned pocket money on... Then I realised that that is quite a plausible blog post, if -of course- the teenager in question was allowed to have a massive angsty rant about how unfair life/parents/the current socio-economic system are (I admit, they might not give those names to it... who ever says the word 'parents'?). I am sure you are fascinated. No really, I don't mind going on. Another problem that came to me while I was watching the latest Harry Potter film (oh yes) was where do wizards get their hair cut? I mean, while you're at Hogwarts, you can't exactly wander out to a salon, who cuts your hair? And on a slightly similar subject, where do wizards go to prison? I know they have Askaban, but that's all high security and shizz, what if they just need to spend a night in the cells, or whatever it is police do as a halfway punishment. I solved that on myself by suggesting that there are probably no-apparition zones on all muggle prisons, secretly maintained by the ministry of magic. And why did Alan Rickman have to die? No need to say, I was in tears multiple times throughout the film.
URGH my night got partially ruined because I saw someone I knew who always depresses me when I see her... some people just have to have it all.
Love Story
N'awwwww. I know it's a bit of a cop out at the end, but it's still lovely. First T Swift song I ever listened to. Romeo save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel.
Yeah, I think it was a bit easier back in the olden days (before the war) when the whole 'courting' thing was so defined and simple. You had rules and guidelines about how to act, and knew for definite who you actually had a chance with. Now we have just as many presumptions and expectations, but they differ from person to person, so you don't really know how to act around boys, and we have just as strong 'classes' of who you can fancy, it's just they are less well defined (to you) so everybody else can tell you have no chance with someone, but it is harder for you to know. So maybe it was easier for Juliet and Paris, and it was an actual conscious choice to fall for the wrong person, not a mistake she didn't know she had made until too late, like so may people do today. She could have been happy with Paris. He gets the worst deal in the whole story: the girl he proposes to would rather commit suicide than marry him? Smooth, real smooth Juliet. You bitch. If you look past the ending of any tragically beautiful story you just get lines of people who have been fucked up. Whatever uplifting story comes before the tragic but poetic end, nobody really cares about the people crying because they lost somebody they loved. I had an idea for a book, about a girl who gets diagnosed with a terminal illness, and decides to actually live life to the full for the last year. She does all the daredevil things she didn't dare to before, she asks a boy out, she takes motorbike lessons, and then her mom gets a call from her doctor, telling her that some test results come back; she is about to go into a rapid, painful decline and will probably die within a week. Her mum then calls her to get her to come home, so the family can spend the last few days together. She gets the call while on her bike, crashes and dies instantly and painlessly. Her family have been prepared to grieve for her, but don't have to witness her last few wasting days. Strangely uplifting end of part one.
Part two, her motorbike teacher kills himself with the guilt that he didn't teach her to ride properly (she didn't tell anyone except family about her illness), her boyfriend thinks that she deliberately killed herself because of something he did and and refuses to remain part of society in case he hurts anyone else, her mom becomes ridiculously over protective of her younger brother, who in turn rebels and becomes manic-depressive, and eventually slits his wrists and is discovered by the boyfriend, who is unable to help because he has become so unused to human conversation and contact. Everyone dies alone and unhappy because one girl forgets that it isn't only the hero who has feelings. Nobody's fault. But after the beautiful ending life has to go on.
I probably won't write it though, so feel free to steal my idea, you'll probably write it much better than I can. Night night