'Hit 'em with the stats Meg!'
• In just over a month I'll be 15.
• I sit my GCSEs in 2 years.
• I'll be driving in 3 years.
• My A Levels in 4 years.
• That means I've got 4 years left at home until I leave to go to University.
4 years seems an age away. But I remember when it was announced five years ago that London were to host the 2012 Olympics. I remember watching Beckham play in the 2006 Football World Cup. It seems like only yesterday when I met my friend in LIDL's car park and walked along the pavement for my first day at Comprehensive School three years ago. So, really, four years isn't that far away.
I'm very excited to go to University. "It's the best time of your life!" My neighbour left home this year to study and it sounds great. But, when I do move out, I'm facing the world alone. No Mum to wash my clothes and iron them for me. No Dad to go cycling down Mumbles with. No brothers to fight to the death with.
The scariest thing that faces me is: I'll have to cook. Yes. Make healthy, substantial meals. I cannot cook. I tried to make Pasta before. Forgot to drain it, just poured the sauce in with the water. It ended up as soup. Another time, I was left the responsibility to boil spaghetti. Big mistake. I cooked it for over an hour. It burned. End of cooking career. The only things I can make are Chocolate Brownies. Funny that.
When I turn 15 in December I'll be half way to 30. THIRTY. Childhood ends at 18, yes? That's when you officially become an adult. This means it's not long until my childhood is over. I've been thinking so much ahead at my future, that I haven't noticed it slipping through my fingers. Teenagers wish their lives away. Always want to be older than they are. Can't wait to finish school. They go clubbing, drink, smoke, even take drugs and become pregnant. It ruins their lives.
I wish we could all press pause on the remote control of life. Before we know it, another month, year, decade has passed us by.
Megan Amy Jones: Aged 14. Year 10. 2010.
Tuesday 26 October 2010
Friday 15 October 2010
Blown out of proportion? X-tra hype?
For those of you on Twitter, you'll know how much I love The X Factor. In fact, everybody who knows me is aware of my obsession over the show. When The X Factor is on, Twitter explodes. Everybody is talking about it. The first live show drew nearly 13.5 million viewers. It's recently published it's own magazine. But, this nationwide, or perhaps worldwide, phenomenon certainly takes it's on toll on people.
The biggest story to come from this year's show is Gamu Nhengu. First, she wasn't chosen to become one of Cheryl's top 3, not even her wild card choice. Over 260 000 people have joined the Facebook page 'Gamu should have gone through'. The nation was in shock. Then an even more shocking story broke: Gamu and her family were going to be deported. Her Mother's Visa application was rejected. It was the top story. Nobody cared about the Politics of our country anymore, it was all about this one girl. There are rumours going around that she will face a firing squad when she returns to her home country of Zimbabwe. How much of this rumour is true I don't know. I sure hope that it is 100% false.
Cher Lloyd and Katie Waissel. More controversial than Jedward. Katie came across as a bit of a prat in her first audition. What we didn't know was that she had a record deal out in America. She had been signed under many different names. She's far more experienced than she's making out.
As for Cher. I was undecided about her when I saw her first audition. She was sixteen? SIXTEEN?! The Judges clearly loved her, especially Cheryl. It was obvious there and then that she would be in the live shows. What no-one expected was her to forget and mess up her song in the Judges' homes stage. Katie did exactly the same. Surely, after not being able to sing a song they should be sent straight home? No. They were both put through. Twitter was in uproar. How could she justify putting them through? Well, Cheryl's certainly got away with it.
Recently, Cher's been in the news for other reasons. She's been causing tantrums and clearly not being able to cope with all the pressure. What do you expect? She's now 17! She's been given a counsellor and has been locking herself in bathrooms. If I was under that much pressure, I'd take myself away from the situation straight away!
The biggest story to come from this year's show is Gamu Nhengu. First, she wasn't chosen to become one of Cheryl's top 3, not even her wild card choice. Over 260 000 people have joined the Facebook page 'Gamu should have gone through'. The nation was in shock. Then an even more shocking story broke: Gamu and her family were going to be deported. Her Mother's Visa application was rejected. It was the top story. Nobody cared about the Politics of our country anymore, it was all about this one girl. There are rumours going around that she will face a firing squad when she returns to her home country of Zimbabwe. How much of this rumour is true I don't know. I sure hope that it is 100% false.
Cher Lloyd and Katie Waissel. More controversial than Jedward. Katie came across as a bit of a prat in her first audition. What we didn't know was that she had a record deal out in America. She had been signed under many different names. She's far more experienced than she's making out.
As for Cher. I was undecided about her when I saw her first audition. She was sixteen? SIXTEEN?! The Judges clearly loved her, especially Cheryl. It was obvious there and then that she would be in the live shows. What no-one expected was her to forget and mess up her song in the Judges' homes stage. Katie did exactly the same. Surely, after not being able to sing a song they should be sent straight home? No. They were both put through. Twitter was in uproar. How could she justify putting them through? Well, Cheryl's certainly got away with it.
Recently, Cher's been in the news for other reasons. She's been causing tantrums and clearly not being able to cope with all the pressure. What do you expect? She's now 17! She's been given a counsellor and has been locking herself in bathrooms. If I was under that much pressure, I'd take myself away from the situation straight away!
But, people's opinions of the contestants change on a weekly basis. One week it's about One Direction, the other it's about Storm. The true talent in the competition gets overlooked and forgotten about. Who will survive the shows and come out on top? What's your opinion of the show? A great money maker, but compromising the health and well being of the contestants. Is it really worth it, for 3 hours worth of entertainment?
Monday 13 September 2010
Monday 13th September 2010, but it should have been Friday 13th.
Here's how my day turned out.
8.00
Mum said to me 'You've got an Orthodontist appointment at 11am today, so I'll come and pick you up from school at 10.20; Don't be late!'
'Yeah. OK. Whatever.' I say back. Just to let you know, I'm a zombie before 10am, so don't try and talk to me and don't expect me to take in anything of what you say, OK?
I worked out in my head that at 10.20 I would be having break, so I wouldn't need to come out of any lessons (or so I thought).
9.30
I was sitting in Biology shoving pieces of paper down my throat. You're probably thinking "Is this kid Bulimic?". No. It was perfectly safe. We were trying to find out where the different receptor cells were on our tongues e.g. on which part of our tongue can we taste bitter things? Blah. Blah. Blah. We had to use coffee to try and test for bitter. By the way, I HATE COFFEE. *bleugh*
10.40
French. Seeing as earlier in the morning I worked out that at 10.20am I would be at break, I hadn't given a second thought to my Orthodontist appointment. A boy knocked on the door and asked if he could see me. He walked me through the corridors and I asked him what he wants.
'You're Mum's been waiting in Reception for ages. Are you late for an appointment or something?' he told me. Crap. *queue running down the corridors. When I say running, I mean walking slightly faster*
10.45
After running (actual running this time) to get into the car, Mum asked the obvious questions. I wasn't really listening, I was trying to work out how I totally messed up with the time. This now meant we had only 15 minutes to make the 30 minutes journey into Swansea. Doesn't take a mathematician to work out that we weren't going to get there in time.
11.00
Still in the car. The 'Tour of Britain' was going on. This meant, that all the roads were shut and we were stuck.
11.10
Still in the car. Managed to divert away from the traffic, but it meant that we had to go a longer way. Stupid bikes.
11.20
Still in the car, but not too far away. My favourite song came on Radio 1: 'Enter The Ninja'. It's not really my favourite song. I actually hate it. Let's just say I love to hate it? I made Mum sit through it and I sang along to 'I, I, I. I am your butterfly ....' (that really annoying and catchy bit)
11.28
We FINALLY arrived at the Orthodontist. Too bad all the parking spaces had been cordoned off because of theslightly irritating stupid bike race. Mum dropped Oliver and I off in the pouring rain, and we ran (it was a sprint this time) inside. Just after I told the Receptionist we were there, I realised Mum had my braces in her bag, which meant that I didn't. Great.
11.50
Left the Orthodontist. (Nothing new for me, Oliver got his teeth molded and had an X-Ray ready to have his braces made, just in case you wanted to know.)
12.00
We went to Toys R Us (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!). I was meant to be looking for toys to buy for Ben's birthday, but I used the opportunity to, basically, act like I was 4. I remember when I actually was 4, I had a Baby Born. I took it in the bath with me one night and when it came out, it wouldn't stop weeing. Thinking about it, I don't think it ever stopped ...
....
Mum said that we had to leave. I cried.
12.10
Seeing as I was going to miss lunch back at school, I had zero choice but to eat in McDonalds. Shame. I had to settle with a light bite: a large Big Mac meal. Talking of food, I fancy a brownie *takes a break from Blog writing, and devours 5843958309g of chocolate*.
13.05
Feeling slightly sick after my "snack", I glumly returned back to school. 'How was your McDonalds Meg?' 'How was Maccy Ds?' Had I really bragged to EVERYONE that I would be having lunch there? Yes ... yes I had.
13.06
I was told that our 'Fun Run' was cancelled because of the ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuubbish weather. What a surprise! I have to keep my fancy dress costume in school now until the weather is good enough. (Which means it will be there forever.)
17.00
I started to write this blog, whilst being on MSN, Twitter, Facebook, listening to music ....
I'm a girl, I can multitask!
19.10
I got ready for 'Zumba', and finished off my blog.
I hope none of my Teachers read this. The note in my diary was for me to have my teeth checked, not to go shopping and fill myself up with fat. Well, until next time ...
8.00
Mum said to me 'You've got an Orthodontist appointment at 11am today, so I'll come and pick you up from school at 10.20; Don't be late!'
'Yeah. OK. Whatever.' I say back. Just to let you know, I'm a zombie before 10am, so don't try and talk to me and don't expect me to take in anything of what you say, OK?
I worked out in my head that at 10.20 I would be having break, so I wouldn't need to come out of any lessons (or so I thought).
9.30
I was sitting in Biology shoving pieces of paper down my throat. You're probably thinking "Is this kid Bulimic?". No. It was perfectly safe. We were trying to find out where the different receptor cells were on our tongues e.g. on which part of our tongue can we taste bitter things? Blah. Blah. Blah. We had to use coffee to try and test for bitter. By the way, I HATE COFFEE. *bleugh*
10.40
French. Seeing as earlier in the morning I worked out that at 10.20am I would be at break, I hadn't given a second thought to my Orthodontist appointment. A boy knocked on the door and asked if he could see me. He walked me through the corridors and I asked him what he wants.
'You're Mum's been waiting in Reception for ages. Are you late for an appointment or something?' he told me. Crap. *queue running down the corridors. When I say running, I mean walking slightly faster*
10.45
After running (actual running this time) to get into the car, Mum asked the obvious questions. I wasn't really listening, I was trying to work out how I totally messed up with the time. This now meant we had only 15 minutes to make the 30 minutes journey into Swansea. Doesn't take a mathematician to work out that we weren't going to get there in time.
11.00
Still in the car. The 'Tour of Britain' was going on. This meant, that all the roads were shut and we were stuck.
11.10
Still in the car. Managed to divert away from the traffic, but it meant that we had to go a longer way. Stupid bikes.
11.20
Still in the car, but not too far away. My favourite song came on Radio 1: 'Enter The Ninja'. It's not really my favourite song. I actually hate it. Let's just say I love to hate it? I made Mum sit through it and I sang along to 'I, I, I. I am your butterfly ....' (that really annoying and catchy bit)
11.28
We FINALLY arrived at the Orthodontist. Too bad all the parking spaces had been cordoned off because of the
11.50
Left the Orthodontist. (Nothing new for me, Oliver got his teeth molded and had an X-Ray ready to have his braces made, just in case you wanted to know.)
12.00
We went to Toys R Us (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!). I was meant to be looking for toys to buy for Ben's birthday, but I used the opportunity to, basically, act like I was 4. I remember when I actually was 4, I had a Baby Born. I took it in the bath with me one night and when it came out, it wouldn't stop weeing. Thinking about it, I don't think it ever stopped ...
....
Mum said that we had to leave. I cried.
12.10
Seeing as I was going to miss lunch back at school, I had zero choice but to eat in McDonalds. Shame. I had to settle with a light bite: a large Big Mac meal. Talking of food, I fancy a brownie *takes a break from Blog writing, and devours 5843958309g of chocolate*.
13.05
Feeling slightly sick after my "snack", I glumly returned back to school. 'How was your McDonalds Meg?' 'How was Maccy Ds?' Had I really bragged to EVERYONE that I would be having lunch there? Yes ... yes I had.
13.06
I was told that our 'Fun Run' was cancelled because of the ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuubbish weather. What a surprise! I have to keep my fancy dress costume in school now until the weather is good enough. (Which means it will be there forever.)
17.00
I started to write this blog, whilst being on MSN, Twitter, Facebook, listening to music ....
I'm a girl, I can multitask!
19.10
I got ready for 'Zumba', and finished off my blog.
I hope none of my Teachers read this. The note in my diary was for me to have my teeth checked, not to go shopping and fill myself up with fat. Well, until next time ...
Tuesday 31 August 2010
Help! What am I supposed to do?
So, ummmmm, welcome to my FIRST EVEEEEEEER blog! Who knows where this will lead? I hope there's a spellchecker on here, otherwise it could get a bit embarrassing...
I'll be sitting at my table in school, sulking, and wishing I was somewhere else in only 2 days! All you lucky people, going off to college. I have another 2 years of school! Plus, it's an important two years in school from now on (or so my teachers/parents say). GCSEs! Actually, what's there to worry about? I've already done one (it was only worth half a GCSE, but all the same). Don't mean to brag ... but ... I got an A! *smirks*
'MUM! MUM! COME AND HAVE A LOOK! I'M WRITING A BLOG!'
.........
Where was I?
So, at the moment I want to become an Astronaut, Doctor, work in the media, or be a journalist when I'm older. Nice to have a variety of options isn't it? I've actually asked a REAL LIFE ASTRONAUT (I can't believe it either!) about doing what he does, and he said it's generally easier to be one if you're an American. Bummer. But didn't a British female go up to Space with the Russians? So, there's a glimmer of hope? Better start learning: Я никогда не буду иметь возможность выучить этот язык! = I am never going to be able to learn this language! ..... How long does it take to get an American Citizenship?
The end of my first blog is nigh. I have twitter by the way: @meganamy95. FOLLOW ME.
I need to stop rambling now, it's kinda boring. 'Til next time ....
I'll be sitting at my table in school, sulking, and wishing I was somewhere else in only 2 days! All you lucky people, going off to college. I have another 2 years of school! Plus, it's an important two years in school from now on (or so my teachers/parents say). GCSEs! Actually, what's there to worry about? I've already done one (it was only worth half a GCSE, but all the same). Don't mean to brag ... but ... I got an A! *smirks*
'MUM! MUM! COME AND HAVE A LOOK! I'M WRITING A BLOG!'
.........
Where was I?
So, at the moment I want to become an Astronaut, Doctor, work in the media, or be a journalist when I'm older. Nice to have a variety of options isn't it? I've actually asked a REAL LIFE ASTRONAUT (I can't believe it either!) about doing what he does, and he said it's generally easier to be one if you're an American. Bummer. But didn't a British female go up to Space with the Russians? So, there's a glimmer of hope? Better start learning: Я никогда не буду иметь возможность выучить этот язык! = I am never going to be able to learn this language! ..... How long does it take to get an American Citizenship?
The end of my first blog is nigh. I have twitter by the way: @meganamy95. FOLLOW ME.
I need to stop rambling now, it's kinda boring. 'Til next time ....
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