Lest We Forget

There's something about Remembrance Day that makes us all come together. For as long as I can remember I have stayed silent for two minutes every year on this day and it will continue until I die.

There are some people on this planet and some who we will never see again who deserve more respect than the ones who have it today. There are people living among us who have lost limbs and are suffering and are doing it for the benefit of others.

There are many who died and who will never be found for us. It takes bravery to die for someone else, especially for people who they will never meet.

I am forever grateful and on this day I stayed silent for all of them. Lest we forget.

So what did I do last night?

So I was out last night but today I am lacking in the hangover department. Oh, it gets better. I only spent £15, including getting home! A strange occurence these days seeing as we're bailing out Italy. But anyway, I realised I woke up without having terrifyingly embarrassing flashbacks to yesterday evenings activities.

I usually find myself looking off into the distance as a new memory springs to mind and BAM! I close my eyes and shake my head because I have disgusted myself. But today, it feels different. I'm furiously staring into the distance waiting for this startling realisation to creep me out but it never comes. I feel like i've made a development in life! Either that or I felt far to sick to continue drinking beyond what I already had.

So, my point here, be it presented very loosely is why do I put myself through the morbid embarrassment of a night out? Why do I tell myself over and over again that I can't wait to get steaming but I end up wishing the bed covers would smother me completely? I guess I've tried to portray I'm fun when actually alcohol makes me boke now and it's a one way ticket to embarrassment.
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This issue is completely over publicised but in this case i'm not telling you that alcohol is killing you, or you drink too much or you're cooler than I am - in which case you are - but what i'm saying here is wtf makes me become someone I completely hate? I'm the most annoying arse when I drink and people have to tell me things. I'm 21, I need to get over myself. If I don't get drunk then that's fine, and if I do I need to tone the fuck down.

Wow it's been a while

I'd like to say I haven't posted anything in a while because I've been busy. But that would be on slightly telling the truth.
Yes I have been busy, however, I have also had time. I am one of those people who dwells on how busy they are when a) I'm not, I'm a liar and b) I need to get up off my arse and get on with things.

So here I am, posting useless piff on a blog which I now realise is being read by someone in Russia... HIYA!

Anyway, recently I watched the MTV show 'Awkward' and I am in love. I feel like I wish I were Jenna Hamilton in school however I wasn't that thin and popular boys didn't secretly like me. Which brings me onto my next point. Where I went to school, people weren't popular, they were known. They were known for being a rebel, a slut, a ditz and you catch my drift. So why do we want to be know?

Yeh I'd like to be known for having an interest in fashion but I am no expert. I like to wear new ideas but I also like to copy people. I'd also like to be known for my writing, but at times I don't enjoy writing. At times I can't write and at times I don't like to read any writing, at all.

So what was I known for? I used to be known for being a geek. I got semi-ok marks at school but I passed. Who says that makes a geek? I got on well with teachers and kept my mouth shut in classes. I like to be right and not fail. So shoot me, i'm a geek. Now I look back at those who called me a geek... ha :)

I feel like i'm wavering from point to point here but I don't think I'd like to be known for anything. In Scotland, we don't have high school reunions and our prom's are a sad copy of an American tradition so I have no one to impress from my school days but myself. I went to college and I'm in my final year of uni. I think i'm doing alright for myself.

I will leave uni in May and I won't be remembered. But I'm fine with that. I'll have somewhere else to move on to and develop a 'known for' there. But for the time being, I'm known for a slight knack at over-talking, a horribly self acknowledged overuse of swear words and a slightly higher than average BMI. But sack it. I'm human.