It’s oh so quiet. Shhh. Shhh.

I’m cold *puts heating on*, bored, and aloooooooooone.

My parents have abandoned me tonight for my Dads birthday. Psh.
So I thought, okay, I won’t be a normal teenager and think “FREE HOUSE” and party it up, I’ll do work.
But no, I is at home on my own, sitting staring at the computer screen, waiting for something to entertain me. So far I have wittled away the time uploading some funny video’s off my phone. Browsed facebook. Skimmed MySpace. Looked at Live Journal. I even visited Attitude Clothing and Grind Store for Nightwish zip up hoodies from the older albums. I’ve even posted two, not one, TWO new questions on facebook, and have started a new video project with pictures of my buddies, my rocks in human forms, who I partied it on down with, or rather, as I found whislt browsing the dictionary for cool words, “Saturnalia” – wild party, or orgy. Okay, it was bordering orgy, well, a bit more time and a lot more alcohol and someone would have been on the floor naked shouting out random things (*cough*Steven*cough*).
Sigh.
I have not drive to work. I sit there in seminars with a little thrill as ideas consume me when they speak of what the assignment is, but by the time I get home I’m so “meh” and tired I relax and get extremely lazy. Or, as it seems on most nights, the temptation of online socialising becomes to much, and I find myself wasting the hours away on here.

I had such a strange experience today. I got stared down by some yobbo looking removal men on my way in to uni, but that wasn’t the strange part.
I crossed the zebra crossing to reach the bus stop, thanked the person who had stopped for me and continued onwards to the stop, until the person in their van started to slow along side me and head to stop at the bus stop. I stopped as he did and quickly turned back, pretending to do something else. I heard him pull away, but instead of going back up the road, he turns down the next side road and does a U turn! So I head back to the bus stop with my head down incase the person inside is trying to get a good look at me, and he drives back past the way he came. I sit at the bus stop, minding my own business, and then a few minutes later, the same looking van drives back past the bus stop again!!!!!! I was slightly freaked out, as no-one else was around…

I just didn’t feel comfortable today. We kept getting these people coming up to us in the Union desperatly trying to sell their sim cards. How many came over to us again?! And we waited ages for a pool table, and I was so aware of people watching me I kept taking the most stupidest shots, until a multiplayer game where I potted nearly all of them!! Guh!
Which reminds me… I wonder who won… *thinks*…

I heard the most tragic news earlier. One of my teachers at my old school died of a heartattack. It was so unexpected. He was my head of year for my first year of sixth form, always used to come over to me and my friends in the playground during year 11 as we were constantly having petty battles with the obnoxious little year 7s. He was a good guy, and no-one can deny the jokes made about his weight. It’s just a huge part of me wonders if that was a contibuting factor. That and the stress he must have been under as my old school has gone down A LOT.
My thoughts go out to his family.

It’s good to know that Ameria’s stupid choices aren’t in the news anymore. I guess Bush decided that maybe he was being a twat afteral. I wonder if he’s ever watched himself. I don’t understand how one man can have so much boating pride for themself. It’s so opbvious he does, just by his mannerisms, the way he looks when he talks. My dad sent my a very funny joke slideshow about him. Made me giggle I’ll try and upload it!

*Watch this space for edits*

Buy – Sexual(ity)

Okay – I’m bored. And Elshizzle isn’t the only one that can post millions of pointless entries in a day.

Today in Lecture one we were looking at the Connotations and Denotations of images. Perticularly advertising and logos. It took me to the end Seminar to get what codes and myth meant. By which time I was sitting there going “ooooooooh – now that’s what myth was for the Dolce and Gabbana advert was!” *facepalm*.

I didn’t realise myth was the “thing” that people bought into when they saw a sexy image of a man and thought “if I buy their products – I’ll be sexy like that man”. I just thought that was… I duno… Guess I never really had to think that far when I was the gullable (fish) person viewing the advert (not that I wanted to look like a sexy man – I think I do that well when I don’t put my make-up on).

I hate late seminars. It’s fact that kids, by the end of the day, or the lessons after lunch, just don’t concentrate. And the funny thing? It’s the same for students! No late lecture or seminar is anyone really going to be that focused. And yeah, we got treated like children…

Anyway!

Um, we had a guest speaker in on Gun Crime for Lecture two. I swear, Thursdays = depressing. And Ameena wondered why I wanted to go home?! Ha. The only annoying thing is how nearly everyone wants to do gun crime. Yeah thats good if you feel for the sujbect, but it’s so biased because of that speaker. There are other things to campagin about, or more importantly, more important things to worry about.
Hello? Whats up with America wanting bomb Iran? Argh. Don’t they get it? No-one has weapons (no more than you do – I bet on it), and I have yet to see you route out this “evil” you insist is in Afganistan. Like how many years has it been now??
It’s like Cold War 2.
Or if they DO bomb Iran, Turkey will get involved, and you bet your life on it WW3 will break out. Doesn’t anyone learn from the past? The mistakes? Yes yes, the past is the past, some things are best kept back there, but people will never forget, and we owe it to those innocent people who lost their lives the respect to remember what they died for. AND LEARN FROM IT.
I didn’t pay gosh knows what to visit Poland, to visit Aushwitz, to feel what it must have been like, to be shocked to realise that what I felt was barely half of what those poor people felt. Could you imagine the hands to those nail marks scratched into the wall as the helpess victimes in blind fear tried to eascape the gas chambers? Could you?
I didn’t think so.
Could you imagine the feel of impending doom, the unknown, this constant niggling feeling that something wasn’t quite right in the atmosphere, that nothing grows on that land left as a scar, as a reminder, as you stepped along that rail track, where millions of innocents waited, not knowing that this was in fact the end of the line?
Could you stand there and look into that toxic green pool of murky liquid and be told that it infact contains the ashes of millions of innocent Jews who lost their life, and even to this day it is still there, pefectly preserved?

My heart will always skip a beat, my throat will always run try, my breathing will always quicken when I hear the name “Birkenau”.

I suggest we don’t let an abomination like that happen again.

Why must it be that the world learns from something when it happens to them. Are we all robots set on self-destruct?

This. Is. WET!!!

*Breaths sigh of relief*

Ahhh… yup… there it is… A completely pointless post to counteract the academic shit before…

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Social Networking Sites (SNSs)

Okay, this post is going to get a little serious, a little technical, and maybe on the boring side… Only because it’s a post that is now actually going to be relevent to my JCM1100 module which is what this blog was meant for… ;]

So.

Social Networking Sites?

I am an addicted to them. Maybe it’s because I’m young, or maybe it’s because of the appeal that social networking sites do exactly what they say on the tin. They network, connect people socially. You can talk to random people on the other side of the planet (I personally restrict that because of weirdos), based on whether or not they like the look of you, or because of having the same interests.
Social networking sites appeal to the young for one reason though: the internet allows them to interact with people and make friends, in a society where the youth are picky, mean, and status and popularity count for making friends. Those who either find it hard to make friends, or just don’t connect with people can do so via the internet. People are free to create a type universe around themselves, another form of their personality for the online world. But it comes with its own problems, whether or not people are being true to their likeness, or are freely flaunting aspects of their personality they wished they had to an unknown public, a feel good factor in its own right. Popularity on a virtual level.
But then such freedom of publication of self comes with certain issues, problems almost. It draws upon serveral things, privacy, and the new and vastly popular “citizen journalist”.
It is common fact that anything you post on the internet is placed in the “public domain” (unless of course you have bothered to go to the trouble of copy-right). Anything you say about yourself, pictures, videos, any information is accessed by this world community. It can either be good, or bad.
I shall discuss the bad points first, as I’m sure the good points at the end will act like a pick me up (so long as I can remember them!).
The bad points are pretty obvious. In releation to SNSs information that is personal, suchs as addresses, phone numbers, etc could be accessed easily, and by the wrong people. As the youth population latch onto this other form of socialising that allows them to hand pick and select those they deem adiquette enough to be their friend (or deny and ignore those they think not) they might get targetted by people using the internet for ill means. Peadophilles of course. Ones safety is a big issue at hand with the freedom of what can be posted. Children can be subject to misleading figures as it is so easy to make friends with them, unless of course they have a good head upon their shoulders.
But even in a world where children may add only those they know – internet bullying is also on the increase. Facebook allows its users to create “groups”, a sort of online community where anyone with that interest can join and bask in the joys of sharing that interest with others. But what if someone makes a group that is wrong? Offensive? Against another that could seriously upset them, and do damage? Not long ago I read an article about a man that worked in the Library at Kent Uni. He himself was at the recieving end of abuse from students who had created a “hate” group towards him. People joined and posted offecive things about him, so much so, the publicity of this group caused him to get abuse even in real life. Such behaviour is not tollerable.
My final bad point is on the issue of privacy, because of the freedom to post whatever. Thinking back to my JCM1000 module, we discussed privacy in newspaper, in cases where they were sued for Libel, for printing things that weren’t true, idle gossip, or even photographs the captured person or celebrity did not want published. It is the same case for the internet. Users and annonmously post up pictures, gossip, anything and it will be in the public domain. Idle gossip that isn’t real could spread like wildfire and ruin someones reputation. But if a person was unable to track back to who caused it, how would it removed, and stopped from being posted again.
And now I turn to the good points of social networking sites (although, like I feared… I think I’ve forgotten most of them!). Okay, I really can’t remember so…. citizen journalists!
I think that is a brillant term. Social networking sites, or even the internet, and blogs are great. Why? Because the actually allow a user the freedom a speech. I live in a society that when you are young and growing up you always get told about the wonders of being able to voice your own opinion. But I never had that. I never got heard. The little voices never are. Going through primary and secondary school you are lead to believe that “councils” are there to hear your voice, but you are always made to feel insignificant or not worth while for even having an opinion. And this is where the internet comes in. It is this vast open space where individuals can type what they have to say. “Seen to be heard” on an amazing level (I came up with that quote!! Hahah (JACK IT AND DIE) *^.^*). It means that the little voices have a place to speak, and eventually someone will comes to read what they have to say, gain understanding, recognition for their views (so long as they are fair and not hurtful…). Which is what being a citizen journalist is all about (regardless of how opinionated most of it is….).

I slightly meandered away from SNSs, but you get my point. They are good a bad, so long as they are used in the right way (as with most things….).

Okay… I hope that post was good enough!!

(Loads of spelling mistakes and stuff – I didn’t have time to proof-read!)

I’m off to play Pool on Facebook!

‘Tis the season far from jolly.

I believe I am getting a headache. I also believe it is because I didn’t eat a normal breakfast this morning, and I’m hungry, which is causing the headache. I should reconsider eating Angel Delight, and then Sour Cream and Onion Pringles two hours later… Although the Pringles are really really nice…

Gift ideas for Christmas presents is so hard! Especially when you are on a limited budget! Cards in themselves end up costing like a tenner or more if you want nice ones (that is a group costing for family), and presents don’t come cheap anymore. It would help if I knew what to get people. This year seems to be sneaking around to get present ideas. Texting the persons other half who might know what to get them. I have gift ideas for about four people, parents not included, and it’s my Dad birthday near the end of this month and I have nothing for him! Lame. Lame. Lame. Lame.

I think the heating in my house came on. It’s suddenly really hot.

ARGH.
I feel so frustrateddddddddddddddddddd.
This sucks.

I had a really odd dream last night. I couldn’t be bothered to write about it, but I bet it has made me tense and that is why I have a slight headache…

Nothing Important.

In other news.

 I am extremely tired again, and is wondering if I would look good in teal skinny jeans.
*Ponders*

I have nothing to rant about, or anything insightful about my day. Except for some strange reason I really enjoyed my seminar today. The people are so cool.

Teaman

I said I was going to do it.

 

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No. It is peter drawn as a superhero of all things tea, and their bags.
Flying around the world to rescue people from dodgy cups of tea, and teaching hotels that they need the perfect kettle for room teas, not those small ones.

Headings.

Welcome to life

The journey will be bumpy – I hope you are strapped in tight

Please enjoy the ride

Oh, and good luck

You’ll need it

“Bah Humbug”

Wow. I always used to laugh at people who had their birthday when they were at school, but I think I’d  rather have that then find out I’m not breaking up from uni till the 21st and my birthday is on a sunday this year.
I had everything planned; break up early, go ice skating with my bff’s when all the little kiddies weren’t out from school yet, then do something with others in the run up to Christmas. Oh, so much for that idea then!?
I’m so annoyed. I’d rather break early than go back late. Those few weeks after Christmas have to be the most dull time ever. I’d rather be in uni for that! I’m so upset

I really want my Zen back. I’m tired of overloading my phone with about FIVE songs and watching the battery die after like an hour.
I want to start writing my story but don’t feel that spark of inspiration to write.
But most of all? I DON’T WANT TO BE AT UNI RIGHT NOW.
I need a break, I feel so, so… *sigh*, I just want time off okay?

Imagine that.

I wish I was able to sit here and spill words onto a page that mean nothing, but mean something to someone who reads it, and to them it is entertaining whilst to me it is nothing but passing time. Should I really be doing work when I had booked this as a day off from labour? Psh. Don’t even answer, you know full well I’ll just continue to sit on my arse

I am re-writing a story I started when I was in year ten, and finished a few months ago. I liked it, don’t get me wrong, but I feel I could write so much more, and make it more structured if I tweaked it, put a little more time into planning and care for the finer details. Many asked me why I didn’t take creative writing at university. I’m sorry, but I don’t think fighting to get a book published whilst I worked in a greasy spoon to pay the outstanding flat bills enlightening. I dream to be like J. K. Rowling, a hit by accident, from an idea created on a train journey home. Creativity hits us at the most unexpected moments. I just hope it comes in time for my imagination to hit a page in full colour, as I know my idea has so much potential. Until then, my characters should sit tight having fun inside my head before they venture out into the hearts of others

Well, those are my meaningless words for the moment. Have to go back to researching pretty female greek names with interesting meaning… So help me god if my Dad finds out