New Tricks

こんにちは guys,

(This is a note of precaution to readers who were anticipating an article about the British television series 'New Tricks': this isn't one. One day, when I get out of my Doctor Who/Big Bang Theory rut, I'll look into it. Until then, stay tuned.....)

A few days ago, just as I was about to go shopping for school supplies, my aunty/godmother called. Now I thought she wanted to speak to my mum, because that's what they normally do, but this time she wanted to talk to ME. So I was expecting her to yell at me for accidentally eating all the icecream in her fridge when I went to visit her earlier those holidays, but she did the unthinkable.......
She asked me to be her son's godmother.

Me.

Me.

ME!

Of all the 7,094,882,626 people in the world, she chose this fashionably uncoordinated blogger to be a godparent to her 1 month old child. Yes, I was astounded too.
When I asked her why, she said "well, you have many good qualities". Like what though? I can't go a day without accidentally swearing/offending someone, tripping over anything, being late or being anything influential at all. So why leave your child in my less than capable hands? I wouldn't.

In the end, I accepted. Because like the Oscars, it's an honour to even be nominated and you can't exactly turn down moments like these and run the risk of disappointing anyone. And the christening went well, except when I nearly lit the pastor on fire by accident. But that's another story.

Over the last 24 hours, I have been thinking, 'as a godmother, what can I do to be a good influence on my godson?' And that's something we all need to reflect on at least once in our lives. Do we really want those people who are little now, to grow up and look upon us all with scorn? And because I don't like thought of anyone being ashamed of me, I'm determined that this is a year I make a difference.

How and when I make this difference has yet to come to mind, as has the idea of what I'll do. But because I've never made any significant changes/impacts upon society or myself. And because it's taken me years to form this persona of idleness and insanity, it's going to be hard to teach this old dog some new tricks.

And it's hard enough as it is to teach new dogs (puppies) standard stuff. My friend who I like to call 'Nephew' got a gorgeous little Labradoodle the other day, and while it may be cute, the stress of watching her teach it where to go to do it's business was enough to make me, the onlooker, want to throw it out the window..
Now I would never normally do that, I love animals, but that's the power of stress. And if that was just me, I can't exactly imagine how she felt.

So brace yourself my dear readers for the next few years as I attempt to juggle school, social life, TV and writing blog posts. It's going to get even crazier as the schoolwork-load increases, but I promise you that I'll still be here, documenting the insane world that is my life and everything in it.
And highlight and circle the 2nd of March in your calendars, because guess what? It's the 1 year anniversary of V=MC squared!!!!!! I didn't even think it'd make it this long, but it has!!!!

That's all I'm going to say for now, I've got a swimming carnival to train for (damn you school regulated exercise!) and homework to do, so I leave you with this amazing quote from Sir Isaac Newton: "Have a pleasant day, study hard and be as awesome as physically possible".

さようなら, Vivmarie1407

Welcome To Paradise

"Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes,
 Some call it slums, some call it nice.
 I wanna take you through a wasteland I like to call my home.
 Welcome to Paradise"- Green Day, 'Welcome to Paradise', Kerplunk! (1992)

It's not everyday you see a blog post that begins with Green Day lyrics. But this is the day I want to shake something up, before the the sands of time run out of the hourglass and........ I must go back to school.
Ciao guys and welcome to my last blog post before my holidays end.

For those readers who still go to school, do you ever get that feeling in the holidays where you actually WANT to go to school because your friends are there, you need something to do and maybe you have a fabulous tuckshop/canteen/food exchange place? I do, but for reasons other than the fabulous canteen.
There's my group of friends, those few teachers that like me, history lessons, that one hot guy with the amazing smile, drama lessons, the playground that I never had and of course THAT hot guy.
But after about a week, the initial fun will wear off and then BAM! You're bombarded with assignments, homework, maths lessons, getting out of bed in the morning so you don't miss the bus, sick bay ladies who tell you that you're overreacting, tiny libraries, uniforms, sports lessons..... And then you hate school and everything and everyone in it. Eventually the importance of spying on boys isn't as much of a priority to you anymore.
You pay attention to the boringness and the weird people. Some call it school, some call it prison. And yet I'd like to take you to the institution I like to call my school. In the end, it's paradise.

For me, it's a place where I can be myself. Yes, there is the possibility of my house, but mine's full of basket cases. It's a place for friends. And while I do have Facebook, without school, I'd have 97% less contacts. And in the end, it's not so bad once you look past maths lessons and assignments....

So lesson learned: school isn't always 100% sucky. Moving on, I must discuss my holidays:
They were sometimes boring, sometimes wasted and one time they were just downright creepy, but when they weren't, they were some of the best days ever. It's not every day you watch loads of Doctor Who, go to the movies, hang out many times with friends, ice skate, dispose of demonic reindeers, eat lots of sushi, go to the beach, listen to history podcasts, go swimming, finally get around to watching The Little Mermaid, meet new people, narrowly avoid being stung by a stingray and save someone from the same fate, watch a foreign film (2001 French movie, Amelie- amazing!!) and download the soundtrack (also amazing), meet old friends and read good literature. Well, you could, but when would you find the time?

I loved these holidays and they were amazing. But it's time to go back to school and balance things. Musical practice, instrument lessons, homework, assignments, social life... and my blog. It could possibly go right, or horrifically wrong. Either way, what a fantastic future post topic...

So if you have any ideas for posts, anything at all, let me know in the comments below.
Arrividerci, Vivmarie1407

Disposal Of A Possessed Reindeer

Shalom guys,

I'm willing to bet a million bucks that you, my dear reader, have friends. And that's a good thing because without friends, what are we? Daleks? Alas, we would be virtually soulless.
So friends= good. Now I'm also going to bet that you've had/got a best friend or several.

But now, have you ever fought with your best friend? And what kind of fight was it? A battle? War? Or the ever crushing Cold War?

If you're reading this, you've probably lived through at least one battle with a friend. But how many levels of insane was it? Does your war story include: new outlook on friends/life in general, a possibly possessed reindeer toy and a sort of ex best friend with the power to obliterate you from existence? Hopefully not. But mine does. And while it is personal, it's something I need off of my back.

Until a few weeks ago, I had a best friend. She looked like the typical best friend; funny, cool, nice, awesome, liked The Big Bang Theory as much as I did........
But when it came to spiritual beliefs, she was exceptionally different to others.
Some would call her a pagan, others would say Wiccan. I really don't care anymore, because when it comes to religious beliefs it's your own opinion and not mine. Let me live how I choose and I won't extend the opposite to you.

Anyway, a few weeks ago, I slept over at her place, because it's a teenage girl thing. And while I try to be polite about the spiritual beliefs of others (or lack of), it was hard to ignore the overwhelming creepiness of it all. After continuosly going to religious schools, eventually your tolerance for the supernatural has to have a limit. And my tolerance? Waned faster than you can say Quidditch.

Supernatural freaky stuff aside, it went downhill like a landslide. After a day (this was a marathon sleepover) she appeared to grow tired of me. And it also never helped that the conversations we had weren't conversations, they were basically her reciting her life story. As if I'd never heard that before (*cough*, every time she's ever really spoken to me). Then she'd argue with me over the most absurd thing, criticize me for being scared of stuff and lecture me about making quick decisions. There was more, but I don't want to go into details.

So after the week was over, I was glad to be gone. Until I remembered the Christmas present she'd given to me: a reindeer toy. Exactly the sort of thing a 5 year old version of me would love. But after talking to one of my friends about the week, she gave me this advice: "Get rid of the reindeer. It could have demons".
So even though I don't really warm to the idea of demons, I finally decided to get rid of the reindeer for another reason: it's a grotesque reminder of a busted friendship. And at night, it stared at me. Even from inside my bedroom cupboard, I could feel it's evil black-stiched-on eyes staring at me.

And now it lies in Hell. Well, technically in a massive bin several streets away from me. Along with a load of weight from my shoulders.

Long story short: don't make friends with people who are bound to eventually give you a creepy reindeer. And when you have a possessed toy, always throw it in the big bin that's a good distance from your house instead of lighting it on fire. Because 9 times out of 10, your mother won't let you borrow the box of matches.

It's always sad when a friendship dies. Sometimes it does so with time, other times it involves possessed reindeer. And sometimes you have to so you can move on. Either way, it's sad.
But life has to go on. You've gotta put yesterday behind you or you'll never enjoy tomorrow.

So before I put you all to sleep with more of my weirdest case scenarios, I hope you all have a pleasant tomorrow with no remorse from yesterday.

Afscheid ,Vivmarie1407

Response to "#cutforbieber"

Good evening guys,

I know a considerable length of time has passed between my end-of-year post and this one, so for the lack of postage, I apologise.
So you all are probably aware that I sometimes make posts about significant world events (once in a blue moon) when I'm not rambling on about what I just learnt from my misadventure called life. So this time, brace yourself for the response to this week's biggest media/social news headline: #cutforbieber.

Before I launched into a category-5 rant about how stupid it is to cut yourself for a talentless singer, I decided to find out what the big deal really was now that time had passed. Because even the Kony 2012 campaign turned out to be another mixed thing after a while; to this day I still don't know if it's real or fake. I mean, we all know that most of the governments in Africa are corrupt and they need to feed their people instead of their ammunition supplies, but does that mean that a whole campaign has to be made about ONE GUY who isn't the only one (???) doing these atrocities to others.

So before I made I my post all pushy and unsupported by the facts, I decided to properly look into what's currently going on before I made a klutz out of myself. And based on all the evidence that I could gather, here is my opinion and the lowdown on the biggest social networking headline of 2013 (so far!!!!!!!).

My personal opinion as a person who is the definition of anti-Bieber is that if this whole thing is legitimate, it's more than stupid. It borders on pathetic. If he smokes weed, as non-influential as it may be, it's his life choice. If he wants to risk screwing up his life, that's his business. It's like being a hipster or supporting gay marriage or getting a tattoo of a naked person: if you want to do that, that is perfectly up to you, keep in mind that people will disagree with you and you will be subject to criticism. And if you aren't prepared to ignore the criticism, don't get a tattoo of a naked person. While my ex never looked better, my mother doesn't approve of it...

Moving on, smoking weed/doing drugs is a choice in your life. It may be a completely stupid one, but it's a choice that people I know have made. And if Justin Bieber wants to do what the majority of celebrities do, which is drugs, that's entirely up to him. Cutting yourself in an attempt to make it stop is ridiculous. Don't ever harm yourself deliberately to influence people. That's it.

However, if it turns out that the whole thing was yet another "troll", I will be beyond disgusted with society. Self harm is a serious thing. I know people that have a history of it, for some that history is still continuing, and it has impacted their lives greatly. You wouldn't know it if you saw them walk past you, but if you met them and looked into them closely, you would see how damaging it can be. It is not a joke.
So to make a campaign which negatively focuses on self harm is in itself; fundamentally sick. I urge my readers to never take part in such disgusting activities. Along with seances and shark finning. They have no place in society and the fact people continue to do these things is saddening. It makes you pause and think: "what happened to humanity? What went so utterly wrong for people to be so heartless?"

And for those who weren't in the loop, a few days ago, photos were released of what appears to be Justin Bieber smoking marijuana. A campaign then began on Twitter called something like "cutsforbieber", where devout Beliebers tag the campaign on pictures of their acts of self harm, in an attempt for Justin to stop doing drugs.
That's just my summarized version. Many truths need to surface, which they will in time. Until then, I encourage you all to not take part in the campaign.

So in other news, I haven't been doing anything other than watching episodes of Doctor Who, eating, reading and my personal favorite: converting oxygen into carbon dioxide. Though tomorrow I'm finally leaving my house to go and see Skyfall.

I began writing this at 11pm on the 9th of January 2013, now it's in the morning of the 10th. So I bid you all good morning and that until I make another post, your life is bellissima!!

Vivmarie1407

 

2012: The Year That Was (interesting to say the least)

 Здравейте guys,

So this post marks the end of my first year as a blogger and the end of another year. And for me, it has been many descriptive words:

Dramatic, exciting, shocking, random, fascinating, thought changing, mind blowing, life changing, informative, heart breaking, weird, bonkers, annoying, insane, maddening, mostly unplanned, chaotic......
But never boring. And never spent alone.

And my life aside, this year couldn't possibly be called dull. It's seen many things; the rise of hipsters, Gangnam Style, The Hunger Games, Tumblr, natural disasters, bad reality TV shows, the loss of Amy and Rory in Doctor Who, the replacement of Amy and Rory with the loathsome Clara, news that Star Wars has been sold to Disney, Call Me Maybe, the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the H.M.S Titanic, the death of Whitney Houston, the Queen of England's Diamond Jubilee, Obama remaining U.S president (where's that change??), the doomsday that never was, the Olympics in London, suicidal teenagers taking to the Internet, The Avengers, Les Miserables, and many launches of new Apple products.

So all in all, the worst thing we've seen this year is the music scene. And the new Doctor Who companion.
And really, this has been an incredible year for me in many ways. I've done quite a lot: moved to a new school, made a load of new friends that are amazing (if you want their description in one word), been in a musical, started this blog, done the 40 Hour Famine (even if I didn't make it 4 hours), recieved a high distiction in a national geography competition and just so many other things.

So as I sit here, at my laptop, chai tea and Pringles and chocolate in hand, eager to watch classic episodes of Doctor Who, basking in the dawn of 2013, I'm feeling rushes of anticipation for all the things this year may bring.
And you're all going to hear about them, every disaster and triumph as it comes.

So have a Happy New Year guys!!!!

From the Avengers
(sorry, The team at V=MC squared who have astonishingly high opinions of themselves)