WAKE THE FUCK UP.

I used to be the happiest person single day thinking nothing bad was ever going to happen and everything is dandy.

then some bullshit happened and slapped me across the face and woke me up from my dream world.

obviously that was a bit of a shock to realise bad things can happen to you ( s silly as it sounds.)

it changed my whole outlook on life, made me become a real fucking person.

I think that it takes something awful to make you grow and become a real person.

I'm not a pessimistic bitch but I don't think life's glorious and that I'm going to sail through life being happy as Larry because that doesn't happen unless your snorting some magical powder on the regs.

stop whining about little things.

I'm glad I got slapped across the face with reality otherwise I'd still be a little prick.

I can't be dealing with people who think everyone's great and that everyone likes them. no bitch, that's now how it works.

wake the fuck up.

why growing up sucks.

so I'm no longer a teenager, this means lots of things.

I can no longer threaten my mum that I'm going to call childline anymore.
shit starts getting real, I have to start being mature and responsible. that means thinking about my future. eurgh.


I'm currently considering dropping out of uni.

reasons why I'm considering dropping out of uni:

- my course is absolute cats piss
- my tutor is a chief bell end of the bell end crew 2k13.
- being poor is shit.
- Birmingham is a smelly place

I'm in two mind sets.

chilling out and having fun but wasting a year of my life and living away from home VS. working towards a career and having money to have fun with but moving home.

moving home with anus woman is going to be tough but not as tough as walking past shops and wanting delicious clothes.

being young is actually really tough, so much pressure is on your shoulders to perform well and get qualifications but I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT I WANT TO DO.

how the fuck am I gonna know what to do with my life at the age of 20.

shit this is stressful.

but I'm gonna just do whatever makes me happy. I recon I could work in McDonald's and be happy. just as long as I have the rest of my shit together and I'm not shooting up heroin on my lunch breaks and not sleeping in the staff toilets cus I haven't got a house.

bit extreme. but shit can get crazy.

I should really make the most of being able to lay in bed in my pants all day and sleeping till 4 in the afternoon whilst I can.

tough decisions.

help.

god n shit.

so on my commute to work everyday I walk past an 'advertisement' for Mormons.
first of all, why the fuck are they advertising religion on the London Underground.

I was thinking as I was going up the escalator how fucked up it is for people to still follow religions.
How have they not realised that god probably isn't real and it's a load of bullshit. I think people who believe in god are weird and disillusioned.
Be realistic, there's no man in the sky with a plan of your life who listens to your prayers n shit. if there is he's shit at his job.

Things just happen or don't happen, it's all just luck and good timing.
When you die you get buried in the ground or set on fire for your loved ones to keep your burnt body in a jar on the mantelpiece.

Personally I think people stick around as energy, I think the whole idea of 'pearly gates' and if your a heroin addict for your whole life then your going to a fiery pit of fire to hang out with the devil.
What the fuck, who the fuck thought of this shit.
Good on the guy who thought of religion, sick way to make sure people don't go around killing people.

To be fair, I don't like religion, do what you want, not what some make believe person wants, don't be a dick though.

Everyone should live by that motto, if your about to do something stop and think, will this make me a dick? will I look like a dick? Will that guy think I'm a dick?
I'm going to start thinking like this.
#dontbeadick

baby names.

I don't understand how adults were babies. I mean who gives birth to a baby and calls it Trevor, or Margaret.
"aww look at cute baby Margaret".
sounds fucked up.

hashtag studentlyf. shut the fuck up.

Being a student is actually quite shit.

unless your rich as fuck.

Not being able to afford clothes makes me really sad.
I wish there was a way to make money quickly other than smuggling drugs into the country and prostitution.

If your going to uni this September here's a few tips for you:

- its actually quite lonely so be prepared to watch a fuck load of TV in your room on your own
- be prepared to consume a fuck load of take-aways
- be prepared to decide to not wear pants because you don't have any clean ones left because you haven't done your washing for about 6 weeks.
- your flatmates will steal your food.
- you will steal your flatmates food.
- everyone's your best friend in freshers - this doesn't last- deal with it (ya twat)
- be prepared to meet a lot of people who are fake as fuck thinking they're going to be a different person when they come to uni when actually they're just a twat.
- be prepared to have the most fucked up sleeping pattern.
- your flatmates might be complete dickheads, make sure they know who's the queen bitch of the flat so they don't pipe up before its too late.
- uni security will be the biggest dickheads you'll ever meet.
- don't try to be the student stereotype or a lad, you'll just look like a cunt.

- be prepared to have a lot of fun

may as well introduce myself.

First things first, my names Lisa, i'm 20 and i'm studying radio production at Birmingham shitty university.

Being young is great and all that but i feel like I've come to a point in my life where i'm meant to know what i Want to do and be working towards my future etc. Some days i wake up thinking 'fuck everything, it will all Work out, just chill the fuck out Lisa!' and other days i lay in bed worrying about the fact i have no idea what I want to do.

I've now realized NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THEY'RE DOING.
Were all just making it up as we go along and if anyone says otherwise they are lying.

Think about it, 5 years ago did you ever think you'd be where your at now?
No, exactly  so we should stop worrying about it. as long as i don't start shooting up heroin and selling crack then ill be fine.

I'm constantly fighting with myself. Lazy Lisa and the Lisa who wants to do something with her life.
Lazy Lisa keeps telling me to stay at uni because your gonna be working for the majority of your life so why not have fun now.
Lisa who wants to do something with her life keeps telling me that i should stop being a lazy cunt and get a job so i can have nice things.
I cannot decide.
Fuck deciding.

Ok back to the introducing myself part.

Here's a list of things you should know about me:

-I love salsa.
-I really hate people who are fake.
-I have a weird problem where i can't stop picking my split ends.
(if i think of anything else ill let you know.)

Here's a list of things you shouldn't know about me:

-I like weeing with the door open.
-When i was younger i ate leaves for fun.
the rest you really shouldn't know and we shall keep it that way.
- once I got my head stuck in a dining 

room chair and thought I was gonna die. 

Why did i start this blog?

Just thought i'd post my thoughts about things, things i think about, even if they are shit, who cares really.