Chapter Twelve.

Okay whew lots of things to talk about today.
First, I'm going to start with the bad news, because then I can end with some good news.
I went to the doctor when I got back from Canada, because I had a little lump in my neck. I couldn't see it because it was toward the back, so I assumed it was an infected bug bite. The woman at the doctor's said she didn't know what it was, but I was to come back in two weeks if it didn't go away. I went back and got referred to a different doctor for two weeks after. Anyway, I went back finally to the doctor on Tuesday of this week and all of a sudden this little lump on my neck is about an inch bigger and is being called a 'tumour'. Pretty quick diagnosis, I thought, but there you go.
So they don't know if it's cancerous or what it's doing or anything. There's a high chance it could be sinister or become sinister (because of the shape of it, or something), so I need an operation to remove it. I've never had an operation before; hell, I've never even broken a bone before. I'm ashamed to say that I've fallen into the 'symptom googling' trap, which hasn't raised morale at all. However, I'm young, which means that there's less chance of complications. So y'know. That's a Big Thing.
Good news: I passed all my exams. I got a mixture of 1s, 2s and an A (apart from chemistry where I got a 3), so that's nice. Also, college started this week. It's like a part-time thing where I go on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons to do Psychology because the school doesn't run a course in it and stuff. So that's nice. I think it's going to be really interesting, although I'm not sure if it is yet.
Farewell for now~

Chapter Eleven (this one is about loads of really important and interesting things and stuff).

I have LOTS AND LOTS of things to talk about. I say that now but I'll probably end up only writing one paragraph, crying because it's too short to mean anything, deleting it then crying myself to sleep because I can't consider myself a fabulous internet-famous blogger any more. And that, THAT would be a tragedy.
Basically, I need to talk about a whole lot of shit that seems to be going down on Twitter. I really can't believe I just used the phrase "going down" in that context; let's move on.
So this afternoon everyone started tweeting angry things about the government allegedly moving the legal age of consent down to 14. As in, fourteen-year-olds could seemingly now have sex with each other and that would be perfectly legal.
Okay, firstly, no. The government can't and don't just make snap decisions like that. They need to have a consultation and vote on it and there is NOT A CHANCE IN HELL that most of the government would agree to lowering the legal age of consent to that. It just.. no. NO.
My second point: when has the legal age of consent ever, ever, EVER made an iota of difference to ANYONE? When has the sentence "Sorry, I can't have sex with you, I'm underage" ever even come close to escaping a teenager's lips? NEVER. That's when.
Thirdly: the only symptom of underage sex I've ever experienced is homosexuality. There you have it, kids. Don't have sex in your early teens or you'll be gay.*
*only the case if you have sex with someone of the same gender.
To conclude: It's not happening, and nobody will pay any more attention to it if it does. But it isn't happening, so that's irrelevant.
Second on my list of interesting things:
Work today was surreal. This guy came in (I work in a hospital cafe) wheeling himself in a wheelchair - well obviously because what else would you wheel yourself in inside a hospital - and he had one foot on the ground which he was kinda dragging along. Anyway, he stopped letting his foot move for whatever reason but kept wheeling his chair and just RAN RIGHT OVER HIS OWN FOOT. I swear, I felt awful for laughing but I couldn't help it. I had to hide behind the cash register and sit on the floor and hold my stomach because it hurt from laughing. I'm definitely going to Hell after that, but I don't even care. This woman came in later on and asked for a coffee, which I gave her, then asked me if it was a cappuccino or a latte. As if I might have the power to choose her drinks for her. She only asked for a coffee.
Yeah, I had more to say but I've forgotten. Highers are horrible. I'm not going to Leeds festival and my inner (and outer) Cure obsessive is miserable about this. I want some ice cream. It's time to stop typing.

Chapter Ten.

RIGHT, IT'S BEEN A WEEK, TIME TO BLOG.
Started school again yesterday. It was crazy as SHIT. (I left after lunch.) I'm hoping to apply to Edinburgh University after this year to study Politics/International Relations because I'm phenomenally dull. The course actually sounds sort of relevant to a career in journalism which is what I'm aiming towards, so that's nice and stuff.
I'm trying to think of even-slightly-interesting things to write here but there's nothing. NOTHING. Maybe I AM phenomenally dull.
MAIRI CAME HOME FROM CANADA YAY!!!! AND WE WENT TO SEE THE DARK KNIGHT RISES AGAIN AND I CRIED YAY!!!! And now I'm listening to the Wicked soundtrack and wailing because I was MADE for musical theatre. I'm intending to write my own musical, about a boy trapped in a musical. It'll be like HSM except with one character not participating in the spontaneous-singing thing. Next Andrew Lloyd Webber right here, errbody.
Sudden thought I just had: how come the word 'fiery' isn't spelt 'firey'? Like, how does it get from 'fire' to 'fiery'? ILLOGICAL.
It's time for me to stop typing.

Chapter- fuck it, I don't even remember.

3am blogging because I can and because fuck you that's why.
I'm home! And this time I intend on staying home, I'm not fucking off anywhere else any time soon. Other than school, but that's irrelevant. My brother starts high school soon as well. I'm getting old.
I've been thinking about a whole lot of things recently. When we were in Amsterdam, I had a load of time to just think (because my family are boring and also never talk to me) and I ended up on a very serious topic:
BATMAN.
I think the best and worst thing about the world is that Batman - the entire "Batman" concept of a masked vigilante fighting against anarchists - could happen in the real world. I mean, it wouldn't, but the idea is (relatively) plausible. I think the main obvious difference between Marvel and DC is that DC comics and characters (at least the ones currently in the spotlight) tend to be more believable - as believable as comic book characters can be. Marvel, for example: Thor and Loki are Norse gods; Captain America was frozen in ice for 70 years; Spider-Man was bitten by a genetically mutated spider and thus gained spider powers (just for the record, we're discussing Marvel in general, not The Avengers. I wouldn't be so foolish to think that Spider-Man was an Avenger)... the list goes on. DC, on the other hand (I'll currently focus solely on Batman as the Man of Steel movie isn't out yet and don't even get me STARTED on the impracticalities of Superman): Batman is a billionaire with the resources, money and enterprise to build himself various gadgets and suits and whatnot and he fights villains which are solely from earth who believe they're doing the world a favour. It just.. I don't know. It seems somehow more likely to happen than The Avengers. Which I guess means Tom Hiddleston won't be subjugating me any time soon. Sigh.
It's now 3.25am, which means it's taken me 25 or so minutes to write a paragraph about Batman. I think that, if anything, is a sign that it's time to go to bed.

Chapter Eight: That time I went to a gay bar.

OH JESUS THANK GOD I'M ALIVE.
Basically, today was the day of Amsterdam Gay Pride and there was this parade over the Amstel river and yeah that bit was good and pretty and wheeeee. Then we planned to go out for tea, the family apparently forgetting that TODAY IS PRIDE DAY and TOWN WILL BE MOBBED.
We were walking to wagamama's and this girl who had glasses and a blue fringe and looked sort of like me but pretty and had a smaller face smiled at me and I smiled back out of general politeness, then all of a sudden she was standing in front of us pretending to look at a building. She kept looking over at me and I looked away because awkward, then when we walked down another street she was somewhere close again. I smiled at her and while the family were inspecting a map she came over and said something in Dutch to me. I pointed out that I don't speak Dutch and she said something about going somewhere (in English) and got all close to me and dsibdoshicjeif too weird. I told her I had a girlfriend and she looked all sad and said 'ok' and walked off and aw I felt so bad I think I ruined her night. Or is that conceited? I don't know o.o either way, I think that was the first time anyone's like, registered any sort of interest in me in public ever. It was TERRIFYING.
Anyway, after we'd been to wagamama's they all went to sit in a pub and I joined this big huge street party thing that was happening. I got a beer and wandered and danced with a few people and stuff. I went back to the pub and Gordon gave me €50 and made me promise to be home by half ten and they fucked off home. Naturally, I went to a gay bar. I drank a lot but didn't get drunk (my body has decided NO MORE DRUNK FOR ME. I've been drinking almost non-stop since I arrived but not even a hint of drunk-ness has occurred. It's miserable). I stood/half-danced about for a bit then went for a walk. Somehow I ended up on a boat party where I drank more (people kept handing me drinks lol), then wandered off home. And now I'm here relaying this story to you.
This blog post had little point. I think I'll leave it now.