Getting ahead of myself?

Nothing usually bugs me more than teenage girls getting ahead of themselves in life. By 16 if you hadn't had sex or were ready to have it you were a rarity where I came from. And after you have went through that fumbling, completely unerotic experience with someone you never really want to speak to again, you now have to start the life long cycle of finding the next guy. The next guy to show to your friends, the next guy to take home to meet the parents, the next guy to make you feel good. At the time it all seems very relevant but as I sit and think to myself of what age these girls are it seems so rushed! At the ripe old age of 17, starting to feel as though you will never find a man should not be what you are thinking about!
It's my personal opinion that the younger you experiment with sex, the more likely it is that you mature too fast and that's where this new era of women in their early 20s looking for a man to settle down with comes from! If your getting things like sex and serious boyfriends started that early it's inevitable that you will get bored of the dating game by a younger age. Sometimes I feel myself wishing I had someone to cuddle in with, someone to kiss when I feel like it, someone to be there for me. Fair enough, that can all come with a casual boyfriend but at this age the cynicism that comes with trying to find a half decent man is probably going to ruin me by the time I'm 25 and I'll die alone with cats. These days it's all about being skinny and fabulous, and with more and more young girls becoming promiscuous so early, it's no wonder men think they can afford to be picky!
It scares me that I feel as though my life is slipping away, just because I don't have a serious boyfriend at 17! The fact I sit and wonder if I will ever find a husband is stupid, most women don't even meet their husbands until well into their 20's.
Everyone just needs to slow down, in this age of indepandant women, shouldn't we have the luxury of waiting for a man to find us?

Promises, Lies and a Tendency for Violence... Part II.

So firstly, if you missed Part I of the story, here's the link. If you read Part I (or can't be bothered reading it) sit back and get comfy, its a long one.

So I met with Kelly tonight... awkward was not even the word.  We had arranged for me to go to her house to pick up my things and she wanted to go on a wander so she could explain everything without the awkwardness (yeah cause that would be easy).  Then Amy had phoned me, having just broken up with her boyfriend, she wanted to come down to Kelly's too.

It's not that I have a problem with Amy but what me and Kelly really needed was sometime to just talk things out (personally I was hoping to have an excuse to shout a lot at her) not to have someone else there, lapsing us into silence.  Amy was insistent, but because me and Kelly live closer together we were going to walk to Amy's together.  BRING ON THE DISCOMFORT.

I offered that we discuss it on the walk home so that if it ended in me punching the two-faced cow in the face an argument we wouldn't have tension around Amy, but Kelly was insistent.  She started by telling me she thought she knew why we had fallen out and that she was genuinely sorry, that she often said sorry and never meant it but this time she did.  She told me that she was sorry she told Kate but it just slipped out and she never meant it she just was chatting like we were all having a girly night and forgot I wasn't there.

HOLD THE METAPHORICAL PHONE.  Told Kate on a girly night?  I thought she had told Amy in town! Had she got mixed up or was she inadvertently revealing something else she had been saying behind my back?  I let her go on saying nothing, letting her ramble about how she missed me and that she was taking all the blame for this etc etc (BLAH BLAH BLAH).  She asked me if Kate was the one who told me, I replied that Kate had no idea why we had fallen out.  I think it was at this point she realised i wasn't on about the same thing as her,  she quickly asked who told me and I replied 'I can't say I promised who told me that  I wouldn't say' to which she replied 'Amy'.  Is this me breaking my promise?  I replied no but she just said 'Yeah it must have been Amy, well i've never said anything to Amy about anything so I don't know what your on about'.  Technically I don't think I broke my promise there...

The long and short of the subject is that she denies saying anything to Amy in the first place but that her friend Craig might know so maybe he told Amy.  How Craig knows is hard to explain without going into details about she told everyone so we will just leave it at the fact Craig may know.

Kelly seems to think we should now be fine, so I reminded her that she just admitted telling Kate another one of my secrets!  So the walk to Amy's passed in an awkward and uncomfortable silence and when we met her it didn't matter about our tension as we were more worried about Amy crying over her ex. As the night went on we did have a giggle together and that but I really don't think I could ever trust her properly again.  I think my POA is just to go with the flow, make no effort to speak to her but be civil when she does.  I also need to talk to Craig and, if he was the one who told Amy, kick his ass.

Brooom Brooom Bang.

My pink scooter is one of my most prized  possessions - I would  prefer it minus squashed child please

I fail to see what silly young things fascination is with jumping out in front of moving vehicles.  You see it all the time, on the bus, in the car.  But do they actually realise how close we sometimes come to hitting them into next week?

I bring this up because I just nearly ran a junior at my school over on my scooter.  Feeling smug about the reaction I was about to get, I pulled into the side of the road (after one hell of an emergency stop might I add).  Oblivious to the fact I knew who she was, the girl started mouthing off.

I really shouldn't have taken that much pleasure in shouting at her, and the look that came across her face when she realised I knew who she was... but I did (hehehe!).  I didn't do it purely for the satisfaction of 'I'm sooo sorry, it wont happen again' (after threatening to go to her guidance teacher) but if me shouting at her will make her think before doing it to another road user than I see that as a victory.  I like to think of myself as a safe road user, not just because my wee 50cc wont go above 30mph unless going down hill, but because I know what kids are like.  Not all motorists are like that though, I have one 'boy-racer' who lives a few doors down that probably would have hit the girl, and more than likely have kept going.

As if its not dangerous enough for motorcyclists out on the road with cars pulling out in front of us left, right and center, without having to worry about idiots on the pavement.

So I guess this is just my over-protective post saying be careful out there.

Is It A Hurricane? Is It The Apocalypse? No Its Scotland.

Its a bit snowy...

Horrible weather is nothing new here in Scotland.   The western highlands of Scotland are one of the wettest places in Europe with annual rainfall up to 4,577 mm!  Even thought supposedly Dundee is Scotland's "Sunniest City", I would say this year we have had about two weeks worth of sun here, since I was still having snow days well into February.

Although in the last few weeks it seemed to finally be feeling like summer had arrived, I even got sun burnt and the traditional Scottish t-shirt tan.  Then BOOM.  This week we've had torrential rain and winds of over 100mph.  This week I also had a near death experience, while walking home on Monday from my Higher Physics exam, I was nearly killed by a tree falling down.  Luckily my friend Craig spotted it so I stopped just short being squished.  Walking along to the local pub later that night wasn't easy, like a mini obstacle course with avoiding branches that had fallen off and ones that looked ready to take a dive.  I would really like to know, what happened to the sunbathing weather?!

Now, my friends on Facebook seem to have come up with an answer to this: The Apocalypse.  I can't help but snigger over how dramatic this sounds.  Yes my friends, apparently were all gonna die, 21st October to be precise.  I don't mean to blow my own trumpet but so far in my short 16 years of life I seemed to have survived two supposed 'Doomsdays' so excuse me if i'm not shaking in my metaphorical boots after this prediction.  With Y2K and 6/6/06 under my belt, I'm ready to kick some Doomsday ass.

So yes, due to many random numbers being multiplied, divided and squared together it is said that Jesus had his Second Coming back to earth last weekend, where he saved a supposed 3 million people.  The rest of us unsaved souls?  Well were doomed to 5 months of 'End Times' while Jesus rules and Satan tries to kill him in the Battle of the Apocalypse (not to worry though, as in the Book of Revalations it has already been predicted that Jesus is gonna win, talk about a spoiler) then in October it's bye-bye civilisation.

I don't want to step on anybodies toes here but isn't Gods main message that He loves all of his children?  So what's the deal?  We were naughty and now He's going to kill us all?  This is taking the metaphorical Time-Out-Step to a whole new level.