Snow

Let me put it bluntly, I HATE SNOW with a passion. It’s cute when it snows for a short amount of time when I’m in my house. However, England doesn’t do things by halves. We’ve gone all out with the snow. I woke up on Friday morning and everything was white, it was freezing and yes it looked really nice . . . UNTIL I had to go out. I don’t know if I’m too old for snow or maybe I’m a party pooper. I see people out having snow ball fights and I think they are mad. I wouldn’t go out in these horrible weather conditions unless I REALLY had to. If not, I’m parking my bum in front of the heater. (I’m lazy like that lol). I know the reason why children enjoy it so much. They get a day off from school. I would love my manager to give me a day off due to snow. Now that would be perfect. It’s never going to happen so I might as well stop day dreaming about it. I remember reading an article a few years which read that many schools prefer to shut when it snows because parents are fighting for compensation if their child falls over in the snow. I think it’s so dumb but a lot of people are greedy to make money by any means necessary.

Another reason why I hate the snow is because of the fact that England basically comes to a standstill at the sight of snow. I was shocked to hear that many trains were cancelled BEFORE it snowed. Excuse my stupidity, but how is that even logical? It snows a lot in places like Austria and Alaska but they seem to manage. Not England. Oh no. We have to close down schools and shops, disrupt public transport, close motorways etc.

I don’t understand how people say “it’s too cold to snow”. I’m sure there’s a smart reason behind it but I’m not clever enough to understand it so I don’t bother trying to understand it. But I hate it when I say “it’s too cold’ and a smart ass replies with “well, it is winter”. Thanks for stating the obvious, genius. I’m well aware of the season and I don’t need you reminding me. The point that I’m trying to make is that it’s a lot colder than we’re used to. It’s been a long time since temperatures have dropped into minus numbers and anyone who knows me will understand that me and cold weather DO NOT get on at all.

I could actually write about a book about this, but I know I’m gna get a lot of people commenting to tell me to shut up and enjoy it so I might as well cut this post short. Let’s hope the temperatures rise and hopefully England will be more prepared next year *fingers crossed*

Growing Up

I don’t understand why everyone is rushing to grow up. Becoming an adult means waking up early every morning, making money, spending about 8 hours a day in an office with people you can’t stand, struggling to pay the bills and mortgage. See why it’s no fun being an adult. There’s a secondary school not too far from my house and oh my days, you should see the children that attend. There’s no way on Earth they look 16 years old or under. The boys are scarily tall, the girls are wearing make up. Hold up guys, whats the rush to grow old? I think youth should be enjoyed. I was born at a time where choosing whether to eat beans or peas was the hardest decision to make. Now there’s girls who are missing meals just to be like the other size zero women in the magazines. Disgusting, if you ask me!

When I was young, I was always up late at night, for no reason at all. I was either faffing around, watching television, texting my friends, basically anything to waste time. The older I’m getting, the more I love to sleep. It’s amazing. I wish I enjoyed it this much when I was younger. Talk about beauty sleep. Sleep is like my best friend at the moment, I can’t get enough of it.

Curfews was the bane of my life when I was younger. I hated being home by a certain time. I know my parents were looking out for me by expecting me home by a certain time, but as a teenager, I didn’t see the point of it. I actually thought they were trying to ruin my fun. We’ll never understand parents so you might as well just do as you’re told to make life easier for everyone. Now that I’m more grown up, I’m free to do what I want. I don’t have to tell anyone, I don’t have a curfew, I have no questions to answer. To be honest I HATE it. When my friends invite me out, there’s only so many times I can make excuses for not going. Constant nagging from my friends does my head in. I actually enjoy being indoors and sometimes just want to be left on my own. But when I’ve got no one to stop me from going out, I don’t have any excuses for not wanting to go out.

I think one of the best things about being young is the fact that someone else will make your dinner for you. After a long day at work, the last thing that’s on my mind is cooking a meal. Thank God I still live at home with my parents. My mother is lovely enough to make sure I get fed every night. I know that if I was living alone, more likely, I’d end up starving. Being a grown up sucks. (Sucks? I never use that word. Shows the influence of my American Twitter followers is rubbing of on me).

Moral of the story: enjoy being young because being a grown up is tiring, stressful but more importantly BORING!!!!