Is It Just Me?

Well Hello there, blog world. What day is it? Sunday! One of my favourite days, because..... ROAST DINNER!

So, today I thought I would write a post about my little hates in life and question Is It Just Me? Yes, you're going to learn about what really gets my blood boiling, and my O.C.D fired away.

1. Turned On Plug Sockets

One of the most annoying things, that I come across in day-to-day life. On a plug socket, when nothing is plugged in, but yet, it's still switched on and the red side is facing upwards. I don't know if it's my father in me, thinking about wasting electricity, or whether it's just my O.C.D kicking in, when the other switch is off.

2. Human Hairs on Jumpers

One of my main O.C.D problems is when people have dark coloured jumpers/cardigans and they're covered in shiny human hairs. The most annoying times this happens is when you are sitting on a public bus, and the person sitting in front of you has a few hairs on them, which you are itching to remove from them, but don't want to seem like some sort of weirdo touching strangers. So, in the end, I just sit there, trying to hold my hand back my hand from grabbing the hairs off. I end up looking like I have an arm with a life of its own and I have to control it.

3. Last Minute Changes

Surely I can't be the only one who finds this annoying. When you arrange plans with someone, and you're looking forward to it, and you're all ready to go and meet them, and just as you leave the house, the other person messages/texts you saying that 'Something has come up' or 'I can't come anymore'. I get so annoyed with that person at first and go into a bad mood with them. But usually in the end, I see sense, and I become tamed again.

4. Even Volume Numbers

You're sitting in the car and listening to the radio, in your room and your iPod is on shuffle or you're just listening to a CD. Suddenly, your favourite song comes on (For me 'Dark Horse' by Katy Perry or 'Classic' by MKTO) and you just have to turn the volume up. At this point, my OCD kicks in and the volume HAS to be on a even number. In my view, odd numbers are bad luck, so it always has to be even.

5. Pencil Case and Book Arrangement on Table

Now, at school, you always have to have your pencil case (for me, pencil caseS because I have one for ordinary stuff and another one for just fine liners) and your homework planner out on the table with you in a lesson. My O.C,D always kicks in at this point and my planner has to be at the corner of the table, with my two pencil cases on top of it. This is probably the only time in my life that I am organised and neat.

Well, reader chums, now you know more about me. What really annoys me, and my OCD habits. Hopefully I won't be the only person who gets annoyed about these things...
Until Next Time
Katy x 

An Incite Into My Madness

Hey there Internet! (Yes I did just use a danisnotonfire quote, and if you do not know who he is, please go step on a piece of lego, and return to reading my blog post).

So, school has started and we are starting to see people that we love/hate everyday. For this blog post, I have decided to talk about memories I have from school. Yes, if you have read my past blogs or you do in fact no me in person, you know that I am still in school. But I thought I would talk about silly little things me and my friends make up in our little world. Some don't make sense unless you were actually there at the time, and some are hard to explain. But I am going to do my best and try and give you an introduction to the world of me and my friends...Good Luck!

Now, firstly, I moved schools in January, and I will be talking about memories from both schools. There is West Buckland and Pilton. I am currently at Pilton.

I am going to start off with a memory from West Buckland. I was with my group of friends, and one of them, Beth, grabbed hold of my leg, and was hugging it. Suddenly, she said 'Katy, I can see up your skirt' so I said 'oh well done you lesbian, that's what you get when you hug peoples legs' so she said that she wasn't a lesbian, she was a shoe, and then suddenly my friend Meera suddenly yelled 'She's a lesbian shoe!!'. So, from there on, we started calling each other lesbian shoes...

One of the carrying on personal jokes I have at Pilton is 'Ducky'.. So Me, Cara and Emily were in French class, in the computer lab. We were learning about how to write/speak about where we live. Cara didn't know what to put, so she just put some random words into Google Translate, and hoped for the best. Turns out she wrote, in french 'Cara lives in a big yellow duck', so now, in our fantasy world, Cara lives in a big yellow duck, on the river Clyde (Cara is actually Scottish), and her nickname, Ducky..

Another good joke from Pilton is 'The Butter on the Wall'. At our school canteen, you can buy little bread rolls with a little pouch of butter (that's a good word, ain't it. POUCH). I can't exactly remember who it was, but someone out of the big group of us who hang outside the school science block bought one of these butter pouches, and decided to put it on the wall. They removed the gold wrapper, so there was just a massive blob of butter on the wall. From then on, touching 'The Butter on The Wall' would be like touching the cheese from the film 'Diary of a Wimpy Kid'. A few months later, when the butter was still there, someone decided to add to the butter and put some yogurt on top of it. All the boys always threaten to push each other into it.. Remains of 'The Butter on The wall' still remain there today.

Going back to West Buckland, a strong memory that comes to mind is Trevor the Ghost. West Buckland is a 150 and something year old private school. And the place me and my friends used to hang out was at the back of the big assembly hall, called the 'Memorial Hall', is one of the oldest parts of the school. Me and my best mate Danielle had this theory that the school was haunted by a ghost, and we decided to make this ghost our friend, and we named him Trevor. At the back of the hall where these white doors with windows on them, and every so often when me and my friends were up there, chatting and being crazy, as we usually did, these doors used to open and close, all by themselves. When this happened, other than getting slightly creeped out, we said 'Trevor Returns!'.

Reading back on this post, I think I have probably given you readers more than you can handle... Oh well! You have now had an incite into the life that is me. Weather it has been helpful for you or not, I have no idea. But if my friends are reading this, I'm sure they'll enjoy remembering our weird, weird past.

Until next time,
Katy x