Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Employee of the Month? Yeah right!!

Now if watching every episode of Fresh Meat over and over was a job, I would be employee of the month every time, scratch that, I would have won an MBE due to my dedication to the field. Unfortunately fo me it isnt a job, and it doesnt pay too well either. I swear, when every teenager turns a certain age the fatal words, 'I need a job' are uttered and I giant man hunt ensues to be the first person to find a weekend job.

Now Unlike my friends I haven't felt too great a urge or need to get a job up until now, when a car, Uni and festival after festival all seem to be rolling into one giant pound sign. It always seems that when you actually need money it is rarely there (ok maybe I have a small weakness for clothes shopping, but still my bank account shouldnt be that empty!). Everyone is always envious of the friend who always seems to have money to spend due to their weekend job. And it is not just the money that is a perk, how about those new work collegues and the work nights out? And the infamous Christmas Party?

Ofcourse applying for a job means a CV and I have no idea how to write one. What traits and hobbies do I actually have that are worthy? How do the majority of teenagers manage to have things to write about? 'Once hosted an enormous house party, showed planning skills'? Don't think thats gonna cut it, or how about 'Can succesfully cook beans on toast, shows great culinary skills'? Nope dont think that counts either, so what do you actually write? Everytime I sit down with my laptop ready to write down my praises I never get very far. It truely amazes me how any of my friends have jobs, unless they all are secretly working for MI6 or something, come to think of it, they never did email me an example of their CV.......x



This is what happens everytime I try to write my CV, I think it is a talent right?



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Monday, 17 June 2013

Running Shoes, oh how I loath you...

I have always had a love hate relationship with my running shoes, scratch that, I have always had a love hate relationship with excercise in general. Every night I place my running shoes at the bottom of my bed so on the mornings I may be tempted to go for a run. This NEVER happens. Dont get me wrong, I like running, I enjoy going to the gym and feeling the burn as you stretch your legs on that treadmill, on that beautiful woodland track, but as soon as I get tired I stop and go home. Theres also the fact that after excercise not only am I hot and sweaty but my skin looks a yellow sickly colour (I dont go red, just very sallow, not a good look) and if I see someone I know I duck behind the nearest tree in sight. Getting to the gym is enough excercise in itself, never mind actually running!!


Nowadays teenagers all over feel the pressure to stay skinny, its not just girls, more and more boys are also feeling the pressure to stay lean and mean. Now  everyone eats and excercises there way skinny. I have friends who run, cycle, swim and even do hours of squats and crunches in the name of staying toned and thinned. The majority of guys I know weight lift and do push up all in the name of a beautiful flat stomach (and as much as I worry about this new rise of low self esteem, some of their abs are pretty darn impressive...hmmmm...). But shouldnt we be excercising because we enjoy it? Because it makes us happy?

I myself have struggled with self image and after years of self starving I finally came to the conclusion that food is actually rather gosh darn tasty and the only way to eat all the scrummy food I see and to not worry is to excercise, but not in excess, and always eat to replenish my rumbling tummy. And if I am doing something I love, then that excercise isnt a chore but a pleasure. Excercise is also important for another reason, it releashes endorphins, which go a long way to help releiving that school, boyfriend, or family stress. And that is why tommorow morning instead of rolling over and going back to sleep I will don my running shoes and go out for an early morning run (as long as a full cooked breakfast is waiting for me when I get back, maybe with waffles and maple syrup on the side?) And I encourage that instead of running or going to the gym to stay slim you go do something you enjoy and dont push yourself too hard, and always, always reward yourself with some well deserved choccy after ;) x






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Monday, 10 June 2013

Oxford or Cambridge? I wish!

When you are younger you always assume that you will do well in school, get straight A's and go to Oxford or Cambridge.

Growing up my former schools never told me otherwise, I was smart and people always assumed that I would do well at school, and I never thought otherwise, but roll on high school and things look slightly different. Suddenly there were hundreds of smart kids left right and centre, I mean I had always had smart friends, but boy some of the people I was meeting were smart cookies, I am talking straight A's and child prodigys here. Fast forwrad four years and suddenly it is that time, University? Gap Year? Marraige? (Scratch that last one, unless your Prince Harry, then I accept, or should I say I do?)

Suddenly Oxford and Cambridge seem far from my grasp and my options are blown wide open, where an earth am I going to study, and more to the point what am I going to study? I dont think there is a degree in watching the Jeremy Kyle Show or cooking Super Noodles (I suggest the Mild Curry flavour btw), which leaves me still a wondering. Every teenager knows and dreads the fatal question, 'What do you want to do when your older?' and I highly doubt being a coyote like Piper Perabo in the film Coyote Ugly is gonna cut it anymore (at age 8 my parents were mortified at this aspiration I hasten to add). So, now I am left with a mound of university broucheres in my bedroom trying to decide on my next move, and dreading 'the talk' that awaits me and my fellow pupils at school on Wednesday. So how should I decide I ask you, my dear readers? Pull a name out of a hat? Shut my eyes and point? Or go with what people have always told me and expected of me? Well one thing is for sure and that is that I am not alone in this and that thousands just like me are pulling at their hair and chewing on those already knarled nails, and I would love to know how you are coping with the momentous task. And on that note I must leave you to go shop for a new wig, as I feel that all this stress has seriously thinned my hair! x
Manchester or LSE maybe?


Or perhaps a Uni in New Zealand? Or is the sheep to human ratio a little too high?
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Sunday, 9 June 2013

First Ever Post!!

Hey, since I am about to come to what every adult, teacher and bad teenage romcom refers to as the 'most important time of your life' I have decided to document the crazy turmoils that are about to befall many seventeen year olds like me (seeing as Universal havent yet come a knocking to make a film about my crazy ass life I shall have to blog it *sigh*, but I'll keep you posted when they do!) I am a bit new to the blogging world, and technology usually repels me, so the fact that my laptop hasn't hit self destruct before the end of this post is a great acheivement for the day, so with that I leave you Hopes Gone's first ever post, and if you'll bare with me I shall be back soon x
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