The year sevens,

That inhabbit our school, behave like they've wandered in from a primary school that's main policy is to feed them crack, and teach them the importance of saying "brap," to anyone likely to consider them "'ard," which unfortunatley, in their opinion, seems to include me.

"Human" doesn't seem right, perhaps the more appropriate term is "clone;" All have the same bag, all are hairless (or what hair they do have is coated in what I can only assume is chip fat), all have the same high pitched squeaky voice, and all (despite they're bollocks being about ten metres out of range from dropping), claim that they've fucked everyone's Mum.

I've decided to rant about them today because aside from the fact I've been meaning to do it for ages, it seems appropriate that I write this blog today given the icidences.

The aspect I find particularly amusing is the fact that although they put on this act, they actually have the "gangsta" qualities of a kitten; I was walking up the stairs in the L...oh god sorry, "Y" block, when I heard from the bottom "Oi, blondey!" I looked back to see which clone it was, and the suspected midget was indeed standing at the mid-point of the stairwell, the only characteristic that honestly distinguished him from any other, was the fact that looked to be a similar weight of a baby elephant. The kid realising I'd turned round, squeaked something like "oh shiiiit!" And turned to run back down the stairs, (I'm not too sure why, it wasn't as if I was posing any threat, I wasn't intending to go after him). Unfortunatley for Dumbo (as is perhaps an appropriate referal given his size), he clipped his side into the banister and tripped. Judging by the followed high pitched squeaks and dialogue that I didn't know actually existed, I think he was hurt. I don't think I mentioned that he was accompanied by around 3-4 minions. All 3/4 of them burst into similar squeaks (but of laughter), clicking their fingers (which I hope will result in excuriating athuritus later in life) enthusiastically. After a few seconds Dumbo got up and exiting with threatening squeaks of "shat ap!" to his fellow midgets, left me at the top of the stairs. All of this happened in around 10 seconds, and left me near dead from laughing.

The reason I'd actually gone to the Y block in the first place was to take a french listening test. Unfortunatley for me, it's difficult to listen to Alain, Sonia, and Jean-Paul, when Dumbo/midgetsx30 are in the classroom next to you. One of them was eventually bought into my class, drowning out Alain's extremely interesting opinion on smoking; "I dint do nathin'" "fack off" "fack tha'" "naaaa"-there's no point in writing the conversation that followed between him and Miss Guenole because although she was shouting, he was all that could be heard. Alain had no chance. From what I heard it was something about him saying the "f word" to some spanish teacher. Miss Guenole left the room briefly (probably to get an asprin) leaving me with Twirp. Now left with just me, and (by this time) Jean-paul, Twirp paced the room around 4 times and kicked two tables before sitting down in a chair, his feet dangling off the floor. For around 5 seconds I was able to hear Jean-paul, before he was interupted by Twirp deciding to imitate him: "BONJOU-"-I turned the tape off at this point and turned round in my chair to face him, "I'm trying to listen?" The response was "'iteeeeeeeee-a!" Which I think is the closest I was going to get to an apologie. But by this time time was up.

Thanks to twirp and co. I've probably failed that test.

Why not keep them in primary school for 4 more years?

Then I might pass french.

Unfortunatley for all of us it seems the government intend to continue exposing us to these mini-chavs.
No one likes them (aside from bitchy mini-chavettes who follow them around like puppies);
these are the ones that'll be giving blow jobs before they get tits.

God I hate them all.

Probably delete this later.

Lolz, seems I can write cocky bulletins too.

Vegetarians

That's some shit title. Remember I'm not making you read this.







The rest of this blog may cause offence to some people, it's what I think, it's general, don't take it personally even if what I say may apply to you because it isn't directive.







I'm going to prove the point above by making a "in your face" statement:



You SHOULD be a vegetarian. You shouldn't eat meat, and guess what, whatever you think of me right now because I said that is alllllllllllllllll because you feel guilty, and to be honest: good.







I have so many people asking me: "Why are you a vegetarian?" I'm beginning to wonder if everyone WANTS to start an arguement or if the whole planet really IS retarded.



I don't know how I'm going to structure this, I don't want to talk about the pros of vegetarianism.



Actually I've just realised I want to rant about people's lack of morals and hypocricy.

Warning: this is going nowhere.

Lets be upfront:



1) I find it disturbing that it's the norm for everyone to eat meat. Whenever I see a kid eating a chicken sandwich or whatever, I hate knowing that the influence is down to the parents, who I know, know better. They know that animals are slaughtered horribly, and still they influence their children into thinking it's okay...and then those children will grow up knowing it. Why is all this shit okay? I know what your gonna say to me: "we need meat to survive," guess what? Your not a health expert, and in actual fact it's not a necessity to our diet, so in short: fuck you.



2) I hate people who believe that it doesn't matter if animals die. Because they don't have the means to communicate with us doesn't mean they deserve death. Maybe they don't have the same level of interlect as us. Using this logic, does that mean the dumbass in your maths class deserves to be killed and eaten? In all honesty, probably not.



3) I hate people who try to justify it: "everything else but meat gives me indigestion, therefore I'm FORCED to eat it!" Aha, I'll bet, well if that's your excuse then don't say to me: "I care," because you obviously don't.



4) Anyone who eats meat: you DON'T care about animals. "Its horrible what they do to animals!"-yes it is, so why are you still eating meat? Advice: don't say that to me, because I will question you on whether or not you eat meat, and if you say "yes," I won't say anything, but you now know what I'll be thinking. In other words: don't try to empathise with my views, because if you eat meat, I'll find it patronising: I will take offence.



5) I don't like being in a large group of people all eating meat. I become awkward for hours on end, on purpose. I try and avoid these situations as much as possible...it's been a recent development: I would apologise for inconviencing you, but I'm not sorry.



6) I used to be very open minded in my views about meat eating...the longer I've gone without meat the more I care, and now being completely honest: I find the idea of anyone who fully understands the slaughter process, who still eats meat, sickening.



7) I used to be like anyone else, I just didn't care, EVERYONE eats meat, so that makes it okay right? No, that's like saying: "Gary glitter molests children, so that means its okay yeah?" I got a massive kick up the arse when I got verbally abused by vegetarians in Brookfield once. Afterwards, I was angry, upset and it subconciously made me feel guilty but I didn't want to admit that they were right. I think this was the key element that triggered thoughts about meat, I became more aware of it, and thought about it more. I eventually became a vegetarian because I had been forced to think about it. Curiosity drove me to finding out more about how animals were slaughtered, and I realised there was no argument in it: It is wrong. Just 'cos the majority of people do it, doesn't make it okay.




8) "What do you mean you restrain yourself from having ago at me for eating meat? So you WANT me to be a vegetarian?"-I don't think anyone should eat meat, just because that includes you, doesn't mean I'm personalising it.





9) "Are you like one of those crazy people that run around with banners and stuff and tie you themselves to butchers?"-No, but I don't disagree with people who do that.








10) I told you this would be me moaning, and it's not constructive, or to make a point. Maybe I am oversensitive, but I can't really help it...








Why do I do this when "no one else does it!"?


Right and wrong exist, not understanding to the full extend of thing's or denying them, doesn't make it more right or less wrong, it's much simpler then that;
It's just plain wrong.

Well,

Everybody seems to be doing this, when I say everyone, that would be around 3 people (including myelf). Hi, I'm Juliet. I'm actually not named after Juliet Capulet from Romeo&Juliet (as i discovered the other day), but from a picture my mum saw on someone's wall. According to my Mum, this girl looked like she was suffering from bad wind at the time the picture was taken, and had hair down to her knees, which isn't encouraging if you think about it. I won't write anymore about myself because that's not why I started doing blogs.
Apparently you can make money from these things? I only started one so I can rant properly instead of posting infrequent bulletins containing rude outbursts, and insults. It's a more productive way to get my point of view across, and perhaps less iritating.
I don't have any political views as such, I'm not overly sure why Gordon Brown is apparently having such a negative effect on this country, and I can't say I'm too keen to find out. My Dad must have explained to me about 3-4 times why this "stock market crash," the world is experiencing is so terrible. All I know is, it means my sister has to buy tesco value lollies instead of nestle. Despite knowing next to nothing about it, my driving instructor told me it's apparently worse then the one in 1929, that's all he told me, I don't think he's overly well informed either. Talk's with him can range from dicussing recent worldwide events to his son who lives in Australia. He has 3 children, Gary, Julie and I can't remember what the other one is called...In anycase he is my main source of information on pretty much everything...except obvious stuff. I don't think he's overly keen on me, but I must say listening to him mumbling incoherently about my lack of skills in gear changes is reletively relaxing on a monday afternoon. That is my opinion [of lack of it] on politics. You can assume from now on that any political information I write here has been extracted from my driving instructor or my Dad. In conclusion: I don't understand politics, and I don't understand why anyone finds them interesting.
The blogs I will be posting will either be topical debates that I find interesting, or random rants about something that's happened to have pissed me off (the latter is the most likely).
My interests include:
1) Vegetarianism
2) Sexism+discrimination
3) Shopping
4) Saving the planet

I'm narrow minded in my views on the first one and fourth.
Nothing in my life has any structure, and it's more then probable that the same will apply to my blogs.
This first blog is probably the most structured one I will write, but not the most opinionated.
To sum it all up, to answer your question: "Why is she bothering to write blogs?"
Because I'm opinionated and this is more productive then ranting at friends who don't care/stop listening, or posting bulletins that (lets face it) take up precious space that could be filled with unopinionated, uninteresting and irrelevant information about people's general lives.

That's it for the first.
feel free to click on the adverts (money making thingy?) etc.
:)!