Remember at primary school when someone covered your eyes and paraded you around the playground, asking whether you loved, liked or hated a random anonymous person? If not, you're a lucky person- it was awful. Anyway, many years later, I thought I'd evaluate the things I love, like and hate as a teenager. Here we go:
I love:
-Most foods, unless they contain meat or celery (see below). Cake is a good 'un, but I'm also a fan of homemade bread, not homemade bread, most vegetables, most fruits, and things like that.
-Cheese. I know I spoke about foods before, but this deserves its own ranking. I love cheese more than I love sitting down/sleeping, and that's a lot. However, if your cheese has cranberries in, don't come near me with it. Thanks.
- Frozen peas. Yes, I'm still on food. If you've never had frozen peas, do this now:
1) Go to a freezer in your home or in a shop.
2) Remove a bag of frozen peas.
3) If in a shop, pay for them. If you are not in a shop, you don't need to pay for them.
4) Open bag.
5) Find bowl/cup your hands.
6) Fill bowl/cupped hands with frozen peas.
7) (Optional) Run away from society, attempting to hide your strange habit from humanity.
8) Eat your peas and enjoy.
- Knitting, obviously. Incidentally, I made a leaf yesterday, but I'm having doubts about attaching it to my hat. Tell me what you think:
I like:
- Some things on Facebook. Physically and mentally.
I hate:
-Most things on Facebook. See here: http://bemusedramblingsteenager.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/the-perilous-perils-of-facebook.html for more of my opinions on the matter.
- Celery. Or, as I like to call it, 'The Spawn of Lucifer'. To me, it's like eating a bad-tasting glass of water, and ruins any dish into which it is placed. If you have some celery nearby, I recommend breaking it up into little bits, smashing the little bits up, and praying for the cleansing of your soul.
- Ignorant people. For instance, at least three people I know have asked me who Margaret Thatcher was. The excuse: "I've never been taught that." Well, neither have many people your age, but they're not unsure of the identity of the only female PM we've ever had, despite her (in my humble opinion) not being that great. Enough on her, actually- see here http://bemusedramblingsteenager.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/thatcher-thatcher-milk-snatcher-well.html for more on this topic.
- Similarly, I don't like those people that look forward to the weekend because it's a time when they can get drunk and participate in sexy-time. In fact, I look forward to the weekend so I don't have to see those people that look forward to the weekend because it's a time when they can get drunk and participate in sexy-time. Also, Catchphrase is on on Sundays, so...
- I hate murder and illness and terrorism and other such events, like a lot of nice people, but they're quite dark for such a lighthearted blog as this. The events, not the nice people.
Obviously, these are not the only things I love, like or hate- I'm not as two-dimensional as all that. Nome (I read that in To Kill a Mockingbird; still trying to decipher its meaning), these are only the foundations of my tastes. Unfortunately, I had neither the time nor the patience to write of such things as musicals (love), slippers (like. Unless they resemble dinosaur feet, in which case, love) 'theatre-types' and 'dancer-types' (hate- but don't we all? For those in the proverbial dark, 'theatre-types' are those pretentious children/people that once sang in the chorus of Joseph in Stoke and think they know everything about acting. They don't.)
It's nice to get that off my chest.
M.
P.S. I have not yet started the book that Meyer recommends (read previous post if confused), as I have just found out that apparently the EPQ- yes, the Disney-themed one- is to be in on Thursday. But Mike, ever the japer, told us last Friday that it was for the end of the month! CONFUSION. Either way, I've only written 2500 words of 5000. Nice one, M...

Oh my gosh, I gave you the dinosaur slippers! :D
ReplyDeleteYou did, indeed, Ms B. And for that, I am eternally grateful.
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