The Magic of Growing Up

I heard a really good quote recently which made me realize what growing up was really about; 'Adulthood is like being a dog on the way to the vet. It's fun on the way there, until you realize where you're really going.'
And, unfortunately, this is true! When we were younger, all we could think about was how great it would be to grow up. Later bedtimes, relationships, the funny things like sex (stop laughing), etc. When, really, now that I'm apparently almost fully grown, I rely on things like caffeine and calling the occasional person a peasant to help me get through assignments and the natural stress everyone feels... And this is only the warm up.

At whatever point in my life, when I was younger, I would feel extremely old. I felt the oldest I would ever get, like this was the oldest I would ever feel. Poor, naive, foetus Jasmine. I would cut things out of my life which made me feel younger, like my barbies, costumes (which I still have stashed away somewhere), and the fact that when I was in year 7, I went to go see High School Musical on stage (no regrets)! I was so embarrassed and I couldn't grow up quick enough. Now, I would kill to just sit around in my underwear on a Saturday morning, eating cereal and watching adventure time.

Then I moved to London, where I was convinced that I was so grown up. I mean, I was practically living by myself (ignoring the fact that I was in boarding houses where my washing, cooking, cleaning was done for me and my parents would give me a weekly allowance to get my lunch and chocolate)... Living in London meant that I could walk around the city and gain more independence, which has definitely helped me with living away from home.

Now that I do live away form home, I realize that I'm probably going to have to get a job so I can do the things I want (like go to parties, go on holiday, music stuff etc). And suddenly, I feel about 3 years old. Believe me, I've been tempted to throw a tantrum recently. It might not get me anywhere, but it would be rather enjoyable to get all of that pent up rage out!

It's not even like I have a really hard schedule, it's just more than I'm used to. Luckily, a steady supply of vodka smoothies and slight mental breakdowns has helped to keep me on the right track.

(I'm joking)

((Maybe))

Anyway, that's all from me. Have fun reading my boring life and maybe see you all next week. :)

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Distraction

(Hey, everyone. If you actually read my blog, you may have realised that I haven't been here for a while! I'm having some motivation issues with my assignments, so I thought I'd do some writing to clear my head up a bit. Enjoy.)

You're having a bad day. The only thing you can think of is either 1) You want to cut someone or 2) You have something planned for later on which is keeping you motivated. I usually feel a mixture of the two. The key to not letting yourself get down temporarily is DISTRACTION.

Here are a few examples of what you can do-

Treat yourself to something that day or when you next have time.

If you've been caught in the rain, broke a guitar string, missed the bus or something has pissed you off, plan something nice. A bath, shopping, food (personal preference) or a new album you've been wanting for ages.

Facing the problem head on.

Another alternative is realising that it has already happened, and if you can't change it, to accept it. But, if someone has said something inappropriate and you think you can sort it out, do it. Show your sass and let them know that you are a strong, independent human who doesn't need their shit.

Exercise

Before you throw your holy water on me, hear me out. Exercise is just a good way to get natural endorphins and keep up the high. It also helps you sleep and keeps your mind off of things, unless you get distracted from your distraction from the problem you were trying to distract yourself with, fall off of the treadmill and cry in your paradox. (Maybe just order a pizza next time)

Throw a tantrum

Lie on the floor.
Try not to cry.
Cry a lot.

Treat an object like your worst enemy

My favourite is to throw things about. Or, write it on a piece of paper and rip it up. Or burn it. Or cremate it, feed it to your enemies and then dance around in a manic circle. (Maybe just order a pizza next time)




So, yeah. Don't pay attention to me. Ever.

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When reality hits

Hello, Outernet. If you're reading this now, I presume you were scrolling through some kind of social media. So, hey! It's a bit of a rough topic this week, but why not.

It's suddenly hit me that I have been unhappy with being in education from the age of 6, simply because of the people I had to share a classroom with. I was desperately unhappy from the age of 14 to up until a couple of months ago.

I am not an unintelligent person. I achieved good grades, I have a passion for learning, for science, music, English, even maths. This, however, made me a clear target for other students and even teachers. I was hyper, talked a lot and like to make people laugh. It sometimes got me into a bit of trouble

I remember my reception class and the half of Year 1 I spent down south. I had a lovely teacher and probably loved going to school. When my parents made the tough decision to move to Yorkshire, I started to grow up and meet different kinds of people. Kids didn't like that I had a different accent or that I could spell alright. I remember being held up against a gate by a boy in my class. Every break time, me and my friend would run away from him and hide behind the wall so he wouldn't pick on us.

I'm not saying that school was horrendous, but it was certainly an unpleasant experience. Secondary school was worse than primary, as I was constantly bullied. Even a younger friend who I helped fit in bullied me. I wanted to help her so she wouldn't go through what I did. Always the good guy, right?

I am here to say that school is crap. The kids picking on you are not jealous, and even if they are,  they're doing it to look better than you and get an ego boost. Guys/girls don't like the smart guys/girls. They go on who all their friends say is hot or popular. Homework won't earn you respect. Your teachers will mostly be arseholes. PE doesn't make you an instant athlete and is horrible at nine am, when it's lower than 5°. I could go on and on.

What I'm here to say is that it ends. College is amazing. I have never felt so comfortable around people and it rocks. The girl who was called 'Spaz' or thought as weird? I get graded on doing the thing I love and so will you. Bullies occur in everyday life, but you get to leave that behind. Just hang on!
I still have nights where I feel isolated and rubbish, but that's down to me. Life is GOOD, people. Learn to live it and give a big middle finger to those who have earned it.
Have an amazing week.

The problem with society is...

To go head on (stop it), the problem with society is that EVERYONE complains about it, yet NO-ONE changes it. Now, I'm not expecting you snatch the cigarettes and White Lightening out of every 14 year old in a park, but there are things we can do.

For one thing, STOP SAYING 'NO'. 
With this one, it's pretty darn simple. By not saying no, I mean try and phrase it in a better way. It's been shown that when you say to someone, 'Don't touch the red button', their curiosity gets the better of them. They would rather disobey to find out the consequence. If you phrase it as, 'If you touch the red button, a spike will be automatically shoved up your bottom', you give the person the consequence with the thing they should not do. It can lower the chances of them disobeying, as they know what could happen if they do.
It will not stop the person 100% of the time, but it could, however, lower the chances.

PICK UP YOUR FRICK FRACKING LITTER.
This one really gets on my tits. When I walk to college in the morning, I see loads of rubbish, glass bottles and food in the bushes or dumped near the canal. Now, if your child drops a sweet wrapper and you do not realise, fair enough. But if you see them doing it and DON'T PICK IT UP, Satan will personally come from the depths of Hell and make you do it for them. Now, why would you want to mentally scar your child for not saving the environment, when you could save the environment easily enough without all the fuss?

Disappointment in the final result.
I never suffered with this from my parents or peers, but many people are put under the pressure of, 'If I don't get the best result, I am a failure.'.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. NEIN. NON.
NOPE,
As long as you try your best, that is all that matters. I know that, if you struggle with this perfectionism thing, you've heard this enough. I am, however, telling the truth. If you try super hard and know that you did your best, then what more can you do? So, you didn't get that A in maths. So you didn't pass your driving test first time. So you can't fit that entire slice of pizza in your mouth. You can keep trying and trying, and eventually you'll get there. Just DON'T GIVE UP!

Stop complaining if it really isn't essential.
This is one of the biggest problems in my books. Most people will find anything to complain about (hem) thinking nothing of what they are doing. Did you know that your whining could be detrimental? You constantly whinging and moaning about things that the victim you have cornered can do nothing about, is fricking awful. They can't change it. You have a problem? Do it yourself. Maybe spread the word in a more positive way. Stop cornering victims. Now.
Stop that.

I could go on for forever and forever, but I can't be bothered to waste any more of your time! Sorry this is late, College has been hella and I've had a lot of stuff to do. Have an amazing week, Outernet.

I've grown up a bit. Whoops.

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College Awkwardness

So, as from the title, I bet you can guess what I am going to be talking about!
Me and my friend Molly started college last week, and it went basically as we thought.

Everyone stood in the corner's and didn't talk to one another.
Ah.

So, it was super fricking awkward, but what can you expect? 50 odd teens with the same interests don't know how to approach one another at the best of times. Suddenly, we're all thrown in a room forced to interact!? It's like we all produce a hormone which says 'stay away, creature'.

It wasn't so bad when lessons actually began, however. Yesterday was awesome, as I found out that I get to jam with other musicians for 2 and a half hours and get assessed on it. THAT IS NOT HARD WORK, THAT IS A FRICK FRACKING DREAM!
My advice to any students starting college/already there but don't know how to talk to people, remember that they all have the same ideas as you and are pretty cool dudes. The people I have met are so much more mature than the people at school, so acceptance isn't even a second thought. We're all adults. Also, we get to call lecturers by their names AND get to wear our own clothes!! *dribbles*


Anywho, have an amazing week, guys. I've uploaded a video as well, so check it out!

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Electric hobs and Coffee

Hello, Outernet!

Lots of things have happened to me recently, so this is my first chance to actually put it down into words! For starters, I got my braces off. Never has there been a feeling recorded as high for when you can bite into an appple. I went ten months, people. TEN MONTHS.

Also. I dyed my hair again! Originally, I wanted it go go turquoise and purple, but my hair didn't lighten greatly. Therefore, I am now bright red and orange!

{I keep putting my head next to things and pretending to set them alight.}

The biggest news is that I have finally moved into my college halls!

Nothing major has happened yet, but I have learned that electric hobs are awful. They should burn (literally). They don't heat up quickly, so cooking dinner last night was a task and a half! I do like living with my friend, however. We get up to a lot of fun things, especially when testing out the gym.


Apart from filming a YouTube video (which should be up in the next week), eating lots of food and drinking coffee, we haven't done much today. If you want to keep up to date, then you should follow my Instagram, Twitter or subscribe to me on Youtube!


Sorry to keep it so brief, but have s good week, everyone!

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Your perception VS others

From the title, I'm guessing that you already know what I'm going to be talking about. If not... Google it!
All joking aside, here is the meaning-

perception

noun

1. 1.

   the ability to see, hear, or become aware of something through the senses.

   
   

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2. 2.

   the way in which something is regarded, understood, or interpreted.
3. 
   

The type of perception that I am on about is the second one. Moreover, how people perceive themselves.

Many people on a daily basis look at someone and make a judgement. Before you all go, 'I don't make judgements, I'm all about equality and I accept everyone!', THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEAN. I mean, you might look at someone and think, 'I like that outfit' or 'I think they should style their hair differently'. That is a judgement. The word has such a bad connection to other things, that the minute in which you suggest it, everybody get's their hackles up. 

Another situation that most people go through, is having a bad perception of themselves. This could be physically or emotionally. Although you may see someone as being healthy, happy and an all round good person, they may hate the bits that you love about them. They might want to change their nose or the colour of their eyes, their leg shape or even their height. Usually, it is because people have told them that they need to look a different way to fit in.

What needs to be taught to children and adults is that what they have, they should be grateful for.
What REALLY needs to be taught is to accept people for their quirks, their attire, their heritage, their height, age, voice. Everything. Their entire person. But the real question is, would there be this problem with teaching children acceptance (even more so than we already are) if they already accepted themselves?

I know that I go on about this far too often, but it is a situation that I hold close to my heart. I don't think I see myself as a victim of bullying, or even a survivor. I see myself as a person who has been there. done that. If I can help, I will!

On a slightly more upbeat note, have a wonderful week and enjoy starting college, Freshmen!
Remember to spread the love and... Stuff.

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