I’m not abused, my parents are still together, and they love me but that doesn’t mean it can’t be fucked up at times.
My extended family (Dads side) hardly talk to me and basically ignore me. I’m lucky to get a hello from my Grandparents. However the ones living in London are awesome, just far away. My Dad is possibly diabetic and started to smoke again after nine years, knowing it may affect his health. And Mum rants about other family members and can get annoyed easily. Plus my Grandma knows how to fling shit at the fan.
Ha! No wonder I’m growing up to have shit social skills, to be spineless and too always be annoyed with people!
Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, Fred & Ginger, Rita Hayworth, Humphrey Bogart, Nat King Cole, The Rat Pack and many more help, though. All along with my friends and two amazing teachers are a better, happier family most of the time.
I really hate to say it but it’s true; nine times out of ten this family (mostly extended) never ceases to disappoint and depress me. I don’t really want to blog about personal shit but I just really needed a fucking outlet.
The whole ignoring me thing really started bringing me down when I was fourteen. I’m now sixteen.
I’m thinking of telling one of those two teachers after parents evening, but got nervous and pulled out on the last few attempts. Advice, guys?
I’m English so we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving over here.
Nonetheless, I wish our stateside cousins a Happy Thanksgiving ^^
In England we’re about a season behind Family Guy by just short of a year. I just found out that Brian died on the 24th of this month (not short off the 26th over here).
I’m really annoyed, tbh. Brian maybe “just a cartoon to you” but to me he means a lot. I firmly agree with his liberal beliefs, and because of him I fell in love with Big Band Music and Jazz.
R.I.P. Brian Griffin. Thank you for masking us laugh.
Have a history teacher explain this if they can.
Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.
Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost a child while living in the White House.
Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.
Both Presidents were shot in the head.
Now it gets really weird.
Lincoln’s secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy’s Secretary was named Lincoln.
Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.
Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.
John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.
Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names are composed of fifteen letters.
Now hang on to your seat.
Lincoln was shot at the theater named “Ford.”
Kennedy was shot in a car called “Lincoln” made by “Ford.”
Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.
And here’s the “kicker”:
A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.AND……………….:
Lincoln was shot in a theater and the assassin ran to a warehouse…
Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and the assassin ran to a theater…
I saw this had to share just in case anyone did not know.
WAIT WHAT IS HAPPENING.
It’s a conspiracy.
Reblog and tell me your story!
Once, a few summers back when I first started getting into classic films and whatnot, it was very hot where I lived. Far to hot compared the the normal temperature.
I don’t do so well in heat, and had been stuck in trying to avoid it.
Attempting to get me out a bit, Mum offered me a trip to the Garden Centre, as I browse the cheap books and even cheaper DVDs whilst there.
Stupidly, I accepted, thinking that the heat surely won’t be that bad by now and even if it was, there would be an Air Con on at the Garden Centre.
I don’t think I was ever more wrong; it was still boiling out and there was no Air C. to speak off.
Sweat dripping down my skin, hair and clothes clinging to me, and feeling like I was about to collapse, I looked through the books and found a very cheapo hardback about classic Hollywood, As cheap and as poorly put together as it was, I picked it up none the less and noticed a couple holding each other close, and dancing elegantly among the other starts by them. I would later learn that night that there names where Fred Astaire, and Ginger Rodgers.
I paid for it after re-joining Mum and was quiet on the car ride back. She asked me what’s wrong; I felt like I was dying but denied it more to myself then to her and said: “I’m just looking at my book. I’m fine.”
I wasn’t; my head was pounding and felt like it was way to heavy to support on my own shoulders. My temperature was up and my head aglow in red. Needless to say I went upstairs to read, and that’s when I learn’t about Fred & Ginger, who they where and boy, was I fascinated.
By the time I was called down for dinner, Mum could see past my act to try and act well. She gave me a cold glass of plain water and told me to have a shower. It worked a treat. Felling a little better now, I sat in my PJ’s at the computer, and decided one of my heroes from the Golden Age would make me feel a little better that night.
Normally that would be Chaplin. I typed the first few letters of his name in Youtube but turned to the book on my desk and stared at Fred and Ginger. I do not know why I felt so compelled to do so, but I deleted Chaplin’s name, and typed in theirs to see what they were truly all about,
I fall in love instantly. Especially with Fred. Mum came up to see if I was any better. My reply?
"My heart belongs to Fred and Ginger now."
Now, Fred’s influence on me? Hmmmm…
Well, I never had a reason to even entertain the idea of Tap dancing before, but now I do. I doubt we could afford lessons, so I watch him, and copy his movements, normally hurting myself in the process. Like hime, I once tried to get fancy playing Golf. I smacked myself in the face with my club, and tripped over my Golf bag. I draw, that’s my thing but he makes me want to take up Tap as well.
And this is going to sound really corny, but he’s truly made me a better person; I have a lot of love to give, but I also have a burning tempter. I still sometimes get pissed easily but then it used to happen a lot, and I often left my manners and seseabilties at the door. I looked at him, how he treated people and never lost his cool. I wanted to base my manners on his ettiqiette and wanted to treat people kindly, just like him. Now I’m more ware of peoples feelings, how I am and more importantly know how to control my temper. By being prefect, and not having a scandal to his name, he’s taught me how to say “I admit it. I’m wrong.” Because I’ll never be 100% right,
Also, I connect with him on a personal level: I once read Fred felt his hands were too large. I feel mine are too small, and even though I’m still alittle concious of them, I’m not as bad as I used to be. Fred taught me that we can never change that which we find imperfect about ourselves. He and Ginger are now two of the people who comfort me when I’m down; who pick me up when I need to be lifted.
To quote Fred here “The way you changed my life. No, no they can’t take that away from me.”
And they certainly can’t.
(I’m sorry about typing errors, I’m in a hurry and the first time I tried posting this it wouldn’t do it)
-Sleep with Marlon Brando.
-Meet the Bogarts
Dance with Fred Astaire, stalk Nat King Cole, get ice cream with Chaplin, tell Rita Hayworth she’s more than beautiful, grab a drink with Humphrey Bogart and sing with The Rat Pack. Meet my heroes, to sum it up.