RyanAir don’t have an email for complaints? Saturday, Mar 16 2013 

…Not surprised, they would probably get swamped and the system would crash.

How can a company as large as this one not have an email for complaints- its either a phone call (obviously at extortionate prices), a fax (now where would I even find one of those), or an actual letter (really? Would email not be easier for the both of us?).

Well, I guess it is a huge detergent but as they do owe me for two plane tickets I do want to pursue this, any ideas or tips?

Also, their whole ‘9?% of our flights are on time’ and when they have that cheer thing at the end. That is complete bollocks. They predict their flights to take longer than any other flying to the same destination and when I went last month had to audacity to play that fucking clapping when we were over 40 minutes late.

Highly unimpressed.

– Also

-On the holiday I managed to loose my bag and find it three days later on the side of the road with everything still in it.

– Airlines which aren’t traditionally thought of as ‘budget’ are actually often around the same price with food being given and a much easier and more pleasant journey

Grace

x

The Butchering of the Time Traveler’s Wife Monday, Feb 18 2013 

I have been away for far too long, I’m not entirely sure what it is but I think when times are pretty decent I just don’t blog, I mean, I began the blog when my boyfriend cut his hand open and had to have surgery in the hope of regaining movement and feeling…

Everything’s pretty peachy now, but I do miss blogging.

First order of business… I have just watched The Time Traveler’s Wife…

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I read the book on holiday with my boyfriend and it was amazing, touching, dark and beautifully written. It is definitely one of the best books I have read this year, and there has been some pretty top notch competition from Margaret Atwood so yes, definitely a stunning novel.

Now, I am no fool, I was aware that the film would by no means be as good as the book- I mean, when is the film ever better? But really, this, this two hour distortion of a heavily dark novel into a chick-flick with some time travel thrown in just for fun?

[Spoiler alert]

There was a great variety I found rather crap about the film, however, these five really got me going:

1) Ingrid? Where the fuck is Ingrid…what about her friend, what on earth is going on? The suicide? the whole relationship? Potentially the darkest character in the book? Just no comment, they basically left out Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice

2) Why does he still have feet at the end of the movie? Why can he walk? No, just no…although the injury is mentioned it is in no way as dramatic as in the novel and hence the repercussions are servery limited

3) So Gomez and Clare didn’t have sex, I see, Gomez is also apparently a highly one dimensional character, as is his relationship with Charrise? Fantastic

4) Dr. Kendrick doesn’t have a son with downs syndrome anymore, come on guys, it’s a dark and difficult novel- you can’t change things for some sort of light prediction

5) Clare and Henry’s relationship- Another typical romance film, brilliant, that is just what I wanted, I really could not find any to watch

…So, my beautifully complex and deep novel is now a chick-flick. Immense disappointment.

I understand that the entire book may not have been able to be shoved into a film slot, however, Pirates of the Carribean was four hours, so was the Italian Job…people still loved them. Also, when cutting out areas of a book- do not change the genre, it will not be appreciated.

Many Thanks

Grace x

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR Sunday, Dec 30 2012 

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This is most likely going to be my last post this year as tomorrow I am off to a friend’s university house for a New Year’s Eve house party! So, I thought I would make a rather New Year themed post.

1) If there was a Christmas scrooge equivalent to New Year I would not be that person, Christmas I am not a fan off, but New Year, that I am totally on the bandwaggon with!

2) …Which is actually quite odd since I haven’t had a good New Years in absolutely ages. With my ex there were always arguments and there was one year where he followed me to a party and managed to get the phone numbers of all my friends- leading to a lot of harassment and hassle for everyone

3) Last year with my current boyfriend out New Years was spent with his parents amidst cheating allegations

…So, apparently, although I have had some horrendously bad New Year Eve’s I am just in love with the concept and I love how this is something which isn’t promoted as a solely family event and is more based on friends and having a good time rather than paying your dues to various family members

 

I just hope I have my first good new years in absolutely ages…
and am wishing a New Year to everyone reading 🙂

Grace x

Christmas is over Wednesday, Dec 26 2012 

I enjoyed the first cigarette today when I got back home from my nans house. They know I smoke and they smoke yet I don’t feel comfortable smoking there.

Kind of like sex…people know it happens but it isn’t mentioned.

Christmas was okay but I just wanted to get home, it seems that a lot of Christmas sentiments are made up really, it doesn’t feel like what happens is real. It doesn’t seem like anyone really wants to be there all that much and everyone just wants to get back to their respective houses. I think my family have branched into their own families and that’s where they really want to be.

Christmas was a lot better when I was younger. Now it’s filled with unsaid tensions.

I’m glad it’s done now and I can look forward to New Years Eve. That feels more real. That’s done with friends and it’s clear that if you’re invited people want you there, you’re not going to get an invite to a New Year’s Eve party out of some sort of family loyalty.

I don’t know if the whole argument with my boyfriend has blown over.

It wasn’t too bad this year but I am so glad Christmas is over

Grace x

‘Facials’ – And not the £40 spa kind Monday, Dec 24 2012 

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In this month’s Cosmopolitan there was an article about what men like to do in bed that women have mixed feelings about. Amongst the obvious threesomes and anal exploration one aspect of this article focused on ejaculating onto a woman’s face. Now, this caught my eye as a few months ago my boyfriend asked me to do it when he was drunk and it has since happened a few more times (including last night after our argument- well, that’s one way to shorten his annoyance with me).

Within the article the discussion focused around whether or not this act was degrading to women. When I looked further into the topic the aspect of degradation continued to appear with great prevalence.

Now, the question which popped into my mind was- if this is degrading surely other sexual acts can also be deemed as degrading to women? Some examples which came to mind are doggy, jizzing on boobs and spanking. I also tried to think of what acts could be seen as sexually degrading to mean and couldn’t think any to name. Turning to the trusted Google search I was also fruitless in any sexual acts which were stated as sexually degrading to men.

It appears only women can be degraded and only acts men can do are sexually degrading. Blow jobs were often high on degradation lists, however licking a woman out appears to be seen as a sign of a guy who cares about you and your pleasure. It seems only women can be degraded and there isn’t really anything which can typically degrade a men.

Personally I do not think any of these acts are degrading. I think the concept that many women would do acts they find degrading to men is degrading. Women have a choice and they do not typically need to do anything they do not want to do. I have done all the acts discussed and never felt degraded.

I think degradation comes from much deeper roots than the act you are preforming- for example, from being forced to do something you are not comfortable with.

I think you should do whatever you and your partner are happy with. Stop thinking about whether you are being degraded and instead consider whether you yourself are against these acts- that’s what truly matters.
Of course this is only my personal opinion- what do you readers think?

Grace x

‘People say something happy after they think of something sad’ Sunday, Dec 23 2012 

My friend said this to me today as we were walking home today. Now, of course I denied that I had been thinking of anything sad when I randomly shouted ‘waheyyy, can’t wait for New Years!’

And yes, at first I thought this comment was rather cynical, however, when I thought about it, I found that it actually seemed rather correct. Who doesn’t want to replace sad thoughts with happy ones?

Grace x

Self-confessed Scrooge Sunday, Dec 23 2012 

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I hate do not like Christmas. I origionally thought I would go for hate, but that just seemed a bit too drastic to carry through. However, this does not change the fact that I do not like Christmas. Now, as anti-happy as this may sound, I have decided to devise a list of why I am not a fan of this holiday…

1) Pressure: So much pressure to be in a perfect family and have the perfect day with the perfect dinner and for everyone to get perfect presents…seriously? We are constantly told not too put unrealistic expectations on things, however, expecting the perfect Christmas is apparently acceptable?

2) Family: Okay, this may sounds awful…but I get bored. There, I’ve said it. I get bored. I mean, no one wants to exactly hear your stories from nights out and there is never anyone my age at these gatherings so I am a bit stumped for conversation which goes beyond ‘university is going well’

3) Presents: The line for who to get presents for and who not to get presents for is very thin. You can be considered stingy for not giving a present or you can be considered a bit odd for giving someone a present. Also, giving presents to family…they gave you that money for christs sake!

4) Drinking: Apparently everyone seems to think that after 1 glass of wine I will be off my rocker… If that was true I would be so much richer as the expense of going out would be drastically reduced!

5) Smoking: This ones probably my fault because I refuse to admit I smoke…but still, no ciggarette for two days, plus the stress of Christmas…OH DEAR GOD!

6) Agruments: Inevitable

I don’t know, I guess I just think there is too much pressure put on Christmas as it just seems like everyone is being fake on the actual day. Also, what is with the whole month of December being like Christmas? I mean, television shows, radio, supermarkers, adverts…there is simply no escape!

Also, I don’t get to see my boyfriend.

Hmm…I wonder how long into Christmas I’ll be itching to change the bit I said about not actually hating Christmas?

Grace x

Trying to get back into blogging… Sunday, Dec 23 2012 

Laziness, busyness, a feeling that there is an overwhelming amount to say?

I don’t really know why I’ve been so rubbish with the blog, I guess, the fact that I have to hide it from the boyfriend I’m living with makes it difficult, that and my constant procrastination.

Anyway, things in my world are pretty normal at the moment, sure, things have happened but nothing has fundamentally changed. It’s funny, I started this blog when I was missing my boyfriend and I seem to go back to it when I’m missing him too…

This isn’t a proper post I know, just a brief mention that I plan to be back and am off to reply to the comments I’ve been getting.

Hope everyone is well!!

Grace x

Jizz, tension and a Judas Friday, Nov 9 2012 

Okay, well, far too much has happened in the last month I haven’t blogged so I’ve decided to do a wee summary

  • Judas [that girl who basically stalks my boyfriend and I think is in love with him but is supposedly his ‘friend’] feels the need to take pictures of him every second she’s with him and post them on Facebook under titles such as ‘cuteypie’ …okay seriously, my boyfriend was clearly dropped on his head as a child. Oh, did I mention she also calls him handsome, has said he’s too good for him and rejected her other university offers to go to his? Oh, and by the way…she was also my best friend
  • Tension… there has been a RIDICULOUS amount of tension in the house I’m sharing with my course mates…well, sort of, I mean, it all comes from this one girl who we all thought was really nice but is actually a complete crazy who bitches about everyone, snaps, doesn’t speak to people for days and does really vindictive things like hiding my library card… On that note I can’t even be bothered to write more, I’m being civil but really am not interested in being her friend to be honest
  • Jizz: last weekend I went to my boyfriend’s for the night as him and his housemates were having a huge house party; I was only staying for one night so showed up in a grubby hoodie and some joggers with my outfit [‘hoe’- it was a pimps and hoes themed party] in my bag. So anyway, I go get dressed etc etc then pop back to his room to get more alcohol, he’s doing the same and I’m guessing by the title/subtitle/if you’ve read any of my other posts it’s pretty easy to deduce what happened next. Now, I’m not currently on the pill because I just simply kept forgetting to get a next packet after I ran out (oops) so we decided to do the very efficient ‘pull out’ method [not to worry, morning after contraception was brought just in case and I have an appointment to get pills tomorrow]- now, of course he wanted to pull out just before but this meant he did have to essentially finish himself off. He was on top. Gravity. Put those three together and where does the jizz end up? On me, when I have nothing else to wear…. Yes, I did venture into the party like that, yes I did get asked, yes I gave very intense cuddles to a lot of people and then had a little laugh at them hugging me with jizz all over my front!

So, those are the summaries of the title…now just some quick-fires

  • Second year of university is rather stressful
  • My best guy mate at university told me we couldn’t be as close because he was falling for me
  • I am so hungover right now
  • I’ve really missed blogging

Grace x

There’s jizz on my bed. I wasn’t in the room. Wednesday, Oct 3 2012 

I think the title pretty much speaks for itself…however, I shall continue to tell the full story of how this scarring experience occurred…

Last night me and a load of friends went out, one of them was a housemate of mine. Anyway, we went to a party at the university students union and got ridiculously drunk, like seriously, I didn’t even know what the fuck was going on. Towards the end of the night me and my good friend, lets call him Sean, went back to mine as we wanted to continue raving somehow; this didn’t happen and we ended up getting pizza and trying to watch random shit on my computer.

My housemate soon arrived as I think she left before us but was in a different house. Anyway, she came into my room and we all watched stuff together. Then, for some reason that none of us can fathom we ended up in her room and were about to go to bed, now, this was a bit weird as it was the three of us in the bed. I fell asleep and woke up the next morning.

I was so fucking confused as she had re-arranged and tidied up her room so it was so different from the day before so when I woke up I was so completely disorientated and didn’t know where the fuck I was. However, I soon came to my senses and realized, now, I also realized that they were not in the bed, I didn’t think too much of it but did have a funny feeling. It was early and honestly I just wanted to get into my bed and go to sleep so I went upstairs to my room. Now, those of you who have read my blog about our bedroom doors (https://overthinkingmind.wordpress.com/2012/10/01/getting-locked-out-back-to-school-disco-and-being-a-lot-more-independant-than-i-origionally-anticipated/) will be aware that for some reason we have the kind of doors which lock automatically when they close. This was actually probably really lucky as I may have casually walked into my room if I didn’t have to knock to get in. When I knocked I heard voices and awkward giggling. That’s when I knew. They had done stuff in my room! I then had to do the awkward thing of waiting outside my room as they scrambled for their clothes.

Anyway, finally they opened the door and literally ran out with excuses and apologies, I just walked into my room saying this was far too awkward already and I was just going to go back to sleep. I heard my guy friend leave through the front door. I headed for my bed and was just about to get in when I saw it…the stains! There were very very clear wet patches on my bed! What the fuck!

I was in the process of being in shock when I got a knock on my bedroom door, Sean was back, he had forgotten his shoes and in the rush had simply run out of the house without them! Now, I wasn’t mad or anything but I jokingly began to shout at him about their being ‘fucking jizz’ on my bed! He said hurried apologies and ran out with one shoe on and one in his hand!

Now, I bet you’re thinking this can’t get much worse…it can.

So anyway, I’m still bloody tired and it is ridiculously early so I decide to get into bed after putting a cover over the guilty patches. I then began drifting to sleep. Now, I hate when there is something in my bed and I always move it because it fucking bugs me so when I felt something in the bed I proceeded to find whatever it was and remove it…it was my housemate’s underwear! Ugh! How awkward.

I threw the convicted underwear out of my bed and tried to get to sleep, however, peace alluded me and I ended up giving up and going downstairs. There, I find my housemate frantically running around looking for her stuff (leaving out of absolute and complete embarrassment), I flounce over to her and place the underwear I had brought down with me into her bag and go into the living room- here I find my other housemate, eyes wide and clearly dying to know what happened, I’m also absolutely killing to share my horrific story. Luckily the offending housemate leaves and we are free to gossip.

Soon after my other housemate comes down and is really confused why she heard a guy leaving my room in the early hours of the morning (I have a boyfriend of two years), so we get to tell her the story too!

Today I also remembered that the housemate who christened my bed also got with my other friend early on that night! She also thinks the affair in the bed meant a lot more than it did. My guy friend is buying me new sheets and is forever to give me drinks in clubs.

Now, the key elements of this story I believe are

A) I didn’t fucking get to christen my own bed with my own boyfriend

B) We tried to flip the mattress and found there were period stains on the other side (me and my housemate discussed which we thought was worse for me to sleep on, I’m still rather undecided, what do you guys think?)

C) The girl literally had to do nothing! I got the guy to the house.

D) She got laid and I got a pizza from him- I’m like the fucking fat ugly friend in this scenario

E) Why didn’t she simply wake me up and tell me to leave her room? She could have even said I was snoring or something, hence, it wouldn’t seem too weird.

Regardless, I do feel rather scarred by this experience and hope it befalls no one else. Also, I would really like to convey the message that I would have liked to christen my bed and if you have a bedroom in the same house as the one you are at it is ridiculously odd to have sex in another persons bedroom.

Traumatized I now need to sleep in this bed. On the bright side, I do love how things like this happen and are just damn hilarious!

Grace x

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