My Life

 I sat wondering if my life is normal. 

I mean not many people can write and sustain a blog about their comical and awkward life.

Everything I write is a true and an actual event, 

and to be honest I've wondered if maybe my wild life is a little too crazy !!

Most people don't hijack a classroom with all their classmates and have a rave in our tap shoes, and playing 007 on your street trying to avoid the Jehovah's witness' is not really 

a common occurrence to most people either.

I often find myself in the most random situations thinking some utter nonsense, 

that actually leaves me wondering if I'm the only one who thinks these kind of things ...

Like ..

Do the people who put Aglets (the plastic tip) on shoelaces have to have detailed training,

or have a degree in order to be responsible for one of the most important parts of a shoe ?

..

Is it completely normal that I know how to gut a fish and complete a full makeover with a simple hairgrip ?

..

 JayZ must see Beyonce without her wigs and with no bra on ?!

..

Why do the idiots in every supermarket ask me if I would like a bag .... 

when I obviously have a trolley full of shopping and I obviously didn't bring my own bags..

Or they'll hand you 2 bags for everything, then casually ask if you need more..

'No course not, I'll just carry the rest on my head'

..

Am I the only one who takes great joy in hovering up large items such as socks and hairbands ?

I've heard its been called the 

''Hover Challenge''

and we all must do it at some point, 

yanno when you cannot be bothered to pick up the stuff on the floor,

so you stand and think how to get rid of the 'sock' without actually moving it..

I find myself staring at it for a good minute or so...

waiting, 

contemplating,

then ...

I make sure my mums not in the room 

(because she wouldn't be to happy to know how much of a rebel her daughter is)

then ''Vooooooshhh'' and the sock disappears. 

....

I've learnt to deal with the fact that I'm not normal, 

but I would hate to be normal if that means that I'm not me.

If I wasn't me, I'd still wanna be me .. ahem..

Ignore me. 

Still Aspiring

I can see your Halo

Beyonce though ... Beyonce

I went to see her I AM ... tour last Wednesday and I haven't been able to post anything about it because every time I mention 'B' I break out in a fit of hysteria !

She danced for two an a half hours without interval.

I have never seen a woman with so much SWAGGER ...
I swear she knows she is IT which had me and my friend Georgia even more hyped .. cause we were shouting like mad resulting in a seriously sore throat ..


''GURRRRRL U SHAKE IT''.
Never before have I seen so many grown men doing the Single Ladies dance ?!
There was a boy sitting a few seats down from me,
with an usually high pitched voice ..
the kinda voice that makes you do a double take
... yanno ..
one of them squeaky 'Are you taking the mick' voices.
Well the way he was doing the dance
... Wow it was something special ...
I swear if he had known the dance to the
'Get me bodied Remix'
It would have been BEEF 09.

I noticed most people around me were doing the same thing ..
People would be dancing and singing ...
then they'd stop instantly and just stare at Beyonce ...
Then they'd shed a few silent, dramatic tears ...
Next thing you knew, they where back to having a full on rave in the aisle.
. To be honest that was me as well .

I must admit, the way she made everyone feel
like they were special was quite clever ...
'B'
(I'm calling her 'B' cause we're just cool like that now) ..
would shout out things like ''I see you dancing in your black dress''
and guaranteed at least 200 women all over the arena would shriek like toddlers.
There was boy who got one of her sweat covered tissues,
and she sang 'Say my name' to him ..
his name was Mikey and judging from his high pitched accent,
he was definitely from Liverpool.
All I'm saying is Mikey
.. wherever you may be ..
If I see you on the 27 ... 86 ... or ... 10 Bus,
I will latch on to your hand that once held that tissue,
and I'll leave the rest up to your imagination.
Still Aspiring