More About Me

I wasn’t really sure what to blog about today, but I decided to find a question tag off the internet, so that you guys can find out a little bit more about me, since these are not the typical subjects that I would usually write about.

1. What is a nickname only your family calls you?                                                                                  Flowerpot, Flower, Bear, Monkey (what were my parents thinking?)

2. Whats a weird habit of yours?                                                                                                                                I’m not entirely sure if this counts as a habit, but I am a perfectionist; at school, if I am to make a mistake in my work, I can’t bear to cross it out, so I attempt to change the word in to what I intended to say. 

3. Do you have any phobias?                                                                                                                                       I am absolutely terrified of spiders-I won’t return to the room that I have seen one in, until it has been removed and a good couple of hours have passed. Im pretty sure that I have cried at a picture of one before…

4. Whats a song that you secretly love to blast and belt out when you are alone?                                       I am drawn to saying ‘Pillowtalk’, as I have recently become obsessed with it, but Whitney Houston’s ‘I Have Nothing’ is my number 1 g0-to, when my parents leave the house. Definitely not embarrassing at all…

5. What’s one of your biggest pet peeves?                                                                                                            When people talk or ask questions during a movie – NO ONE KNOWS THE ANSWER BECAUSE NO ONE HAS SEEN IT YET!!! 

6. Whats one of your nervous habits?                                                                                                               Cracking my knuckles-everyone hates me for it but I seem to do it automatically! 

7. What side of the bed do you sleep on?                                                                                                                 The right, always the right-there is literally no point in me having a double bed, since one side remains untouched! Its almost as if my subconscious mind isn’t aware that I can roll over…

8. What was your first stuffed animal and what was its name?                                                                           It was a dog named ‘Doggy’; very original, I know. 

9. Whats the drink you always order at Starbucks?                                                                                               Im extremely boring and will usually just opt for a latte or mocha…unless I spot anything salted caramel related. 

10. Whats a beauty rule you preach, but never practise?                                                                             Always apply concealer after foundation…clearly my brain is not equipped to remember such simple information. 

11. Which way do you face in the shower?                                                                                                    Outwards? I didn’t realise anyone faced the wall-surely the water would go in your eyes!! 

12. Do you have any weird body skills?                                                                                                                        I am double jointed if that counts as a skill-probably not. 

13. What is your favourite comfort food that is bad, but you love to eat anyways?                             Crisps. Any kind-I’m not fussy! 

14. Whats a phrase or exclamation you always say?                                                                                            ‘Im so tired’. It seems to be my usual sentence starter during school…maybe this is why you aren’t supposed to write blog posts at midnight! 

15. What do you wear to sleep?                                                                                                                               Never matching pyjamas-I own maybe one pair and no doubt they will get lost within a week.

So there you go, hope you learnt a little bit more about me, and weren’t put off reading this blog again! I just couldn’t think of a good topic to babble on about.

Follow for a follow!

Katie x

 

 

 

Tyler Oakley ‘Binge’ Tour

I literally can’t even describe how I feel about this person-I am the dictionary definition of ‘fangirl’. Ever since 2011, I have been obsessively watching Tyler, so I thought I would share my experience of when I met him; this post is sort of going to be like a diary, so I can look back on it, in the years to come. 

Months ago, Tyler announced that he was going to be embarking on a Binge tour, as a way to promote his new book, and to meet thousands of his subscribers. Since my friends and I are utterly obsessed (he is pretty much all we talk about), we decided to book tickets. Not going to lie, it was one of the most stressful ordealsl as it was one of those sites where they count you down as you fill in details…my brain doesn’t cope well with time limits! Thankfully, we were able to secure them without any trouble.

On the day of the meet-up, I honestly couldn’t concentrate in any lessons-it had to be Wednesday, where I get to enjoy not only double chemistry, but double maths as well. I could cry just thinking about it! The second school ended, we all rushed out of the gates and got home in record breaking time (not even joking, I think we ran). We had to get to Arsenal by around half six, so we were eager to get a move on. 

However, I think we may have rushed a bit too much…we were there by five. Luckily, a security guard let us straight through anyway, without any debate! The atmosphere was incredible, the excitement steadily growing as we approached the doors. We had bought Cool Ranch Doritos for him (anyone who watches Tyler will be aware that he is absolutely addicted to them), but we ended up dropping them about ten times-they were completely crushed.

No longer than twenty minutes later, and we were inside, but the queue seemed to stretch for miles; it was one of those which trick you into thinking you are closer than you actually are. At the back of the room, we could see a screen which obviously had Tyler behind it. There were tiny gaps in between the strips of canvas, and I nearly had a heart attack when I finally caught a glimpse of him-any movement would cause us to squeal; I cringe at myself now. 

Eventually we arrived at the front and could look around the corner to see him. We had to hand our phones over so that he could take the selfies himself; this was a huge relief since I am incapable of taking a decent picture. 

Before I knew it, I was stumbling over towards him, 100% starstruck. He was so much smaller than I imagined!!! Tiny, but utterly adorable. Apparently, I’m a queen! He took about 12 pictures of us, clearly ignoring the fact that my phone case was falling apart every time he moved it…I was a mess. Anyway, despite the fact that I look like a deer in headlights in every single photo, I couldn’t have been happier!

It all went downhill from there. Off I went, walking (more like skipping) over to my friend, tears in my eyes-I couldn’t believe we had just met him! We turned around to watch our other friend talk to him, but I suddenly realised that my bag was over by Tyler’s feet. Now, I know what you’re thinking, ‘that’s not embarrassing’. But trust me, it really is. I don’t do well in awkward situations and the thought of trailing back was a nightmare. Fortunately for me, no one cared, or even really noticed, but of course, my friends made it ten times better by laughing. I love them really…at least I think I do. 

Overall, it was an incredible, amazing experience and definitely one that I will never forget! Tyler was exactly like he is in his videos, down to earth, chatty and constantly smiling. If you haven’t heard of him, please please please check him out at http://youtube.com/tyleroakley. He is truly one of the most inspirational people and will never fail to make you laugh-he has a certain way of always making you feel happy, no matter what is going on in your own lives. Watching him helped me through my anxiety a couple of years ago, as he provided me with a five minute escape, without worry. 

You can always count on him to make you smile. 

 

Stress!!!

Whoever thought that GCSE year could get anymore stressful? Ignore the piles of untouched work, and revision that so desperately needs to be done…we now have sixth form applications. Apparently, I don’t deserve a holiday!

I think the main idea is to brag about every tiny detail of your school experience, with absolutely no consideration for how conceited you come across. Its so easy to forget that someone will end up having to read through my three page essay, a whole paragraph dedicated to how once in year 7, I was picked to represent my form. It literally makes me cringe (for once, Im not misusing the meaning of ‘literally’!)

I feel like nowadays, we are expected to know exactly what we want to be from an extremely young age. Its positively terrifying, having to pick only three subjects, of which you are willing to dedicate your remaining time in school to; you never get a second chance once that paper is signed. How do I know that a year from now, that I won’t have a completely different idea of what I want to be? I’m trapped.

Since the age of two, I have been convinced that veterinary medicine is the route that I want to go down – well, back then, I think I might have called it the ‘person who looks after the animals’.  Every saturday morning, I drag myself out of bed to enjoy a fulfilling morning of shovelling rabbit poo, and cleaning floors at the local surgery…its not necessarily my idea of fun! A much-needed lie in would be preferable. But how am I so sure that this isn’t all for nothing? I’m simply not.

I can’t see the future. No body can predict what will happen at the end of the year-I’m not suggesting that I will fail, I have full confidence that I will survive those awful months of non-stop exams. But instead, what if I’m just not good enough to take the subjects I need to become a vet? I can’t just suddenly change my mind, and demand for a retake…it might mess up their precious system. No. I would have to endure two years of ridiculous hard work, all for something that is barely in reach, my dream shattered.

Sixth form applications should be a personality test-do I have what it takes to cope with the pressure that is to come? It shouldn’t mean deciding exactly what I want to study, without knowing whether I will be able to deal with them, bearing in mind that my final grades will not be released until August. We sixteen year olds have enough on our plates as it is!

 

 

It’s Just…Silly

Ugh. Thats the only reasonable way to start this.

Once again, chemistry had succeeded to bore me half to death, following a test and an endless list of questions which, to be honest, I didn’t fully understand. Why am I in top set? I am literally surrounded by geniuses…actual human calculators. Its horrific.

Nothing makes me more insecure than knowing that I am working as hard as I can, in order to keep up with everyone else in my class. Its like they don’t even need to think, the answers just come to them! Sitting at the front is a nightmare, always in the teacher’s visibility line, knowing that at some point, you will be picked on to answer a question.

I got picked on.

Now, I’m not going to lie to you – I was daydreaming, absentmindedly staring out of the window, thinking about how the day couldn’t possibly get anymore tedious. It wasn’t a surprise to me, nor to the teacher, that I had absolutely no idea what was going on. There should be a photo, just to demonstrate how patronising her smile was…

Completely panicked, I scanned over the board, to gain any kind of understanding of what was happening. I couldn’t even remember what I was supposed to answer. My face growing redder by the second, I just had to respond with the dreaded sentence-‘I don’t know’.

Of course, nobody in that room actually cared, but in these situations, I can’t help but feel utterly embarrassed; the pitying look that followed from the teacher was enough to make me want to run out of the room.

Attempting to shake it off, I turned to glance at the others on my table and was met with something that made my face turn an even deeper shade of crimson. Someone was imitating me. Apparently, I make a certain face when I am confused about something; way to boost the self esteem.

After the lesson ended, the guy wondered over, and actually had the nerve to question why I get flustered when picked on. Did he want me to give my life story? Explain my history with anxiety? Give a lecture on what being shy actually means?

‘I think its just silly’.

Silly? As in unreasonable? It aggravates me that people can be so ignorant to those around them-being shy is something that I have always had to deal with. It shouldn’t matter if you haven’t experienced the feeling yourself, just focus on your own life and respect that others may be different. I am aware that I panic and worry about the most ridiculous things, but that shouldn’t mean that I have to be reminded.

I don’t need to be reminded.

Welcome To My Life

How are you supposed to start a blog post? Hello? Hey? Or should I just jump straight into it?

My name is Katie, I am sixteen years old, and as of now I am studying for my GCSEs and am looking for any petty excuse to avoid revision-this seems like the perfect one. 

Despite having always loved writing, setting up a blog has been something that I have always been unsure about. Who would read it? What could I write about? Is there any point? I still don’t know the answer to any of these questions, slightly nervous that no one will even acknowledge what I have to say, but I do know this-I’m tired of staying quiet. 

At school, I’m not one of the confident ones, willing to shout as loud as I can in order to get my voice heard. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not silent, hiding in the corner away from conversation; I’m just…shy. Something about me seems to scream AWKWARD! I can’t help it, I just seem incapable of moving through a day without doing something embarrassing, or at least feeling anxious that I will end up embarrassing myself. 

This seems to be an easy way to communicate with people, to share my opinions on everything that I feel is important, or that I am interested in; I can’t promise that I will be any good, but I will try! Who knows, maybe this won’t remain unread forever?