28 January, 2012


Well, to be imaginative, I exorcised last night. No, that's not the physical, gym-going 'exercise' with really bad spelling. Exorcism refers to cleansing oneself or an area of spirits with malevolent intent or some such. So, following your absolutely horrible actions this week, I exorcised YOU. That meant finally, FINALLY deleting every text I'd saved about you (the first one dating back to 23rd December 2009), every photo I'd ever taken, every note I'd ever written. That meant ripping up all the cards you've ever given me, putting all your hoodies in the wash to donate to a charity shop, deleting our emails and our Facebook messages, deleting everything about you. It was hard; I was luckily my best friend was there to make the first move, because I'd happily bet that I couldn't have done it without her.

On the plus side though, I can really see now who my real friends are. The people who stuck around, didn't go behind my back and behave like some cheap, underhand wench. The ones I can trust, not to shout stuff about me on the coach to the Dry-Ski slope place. I would name and shame all of you, as I really have that much contempt for you all. But, really? That's one of my first blogging rules, to avoid naming names as much as possible. You guys aren't worth breaking a time-honoured rule like that for.

I hope karma hurts like a bitch.

19 January, 2012


This week. It hasn't been the shining example of why I bother to get out of bed in the mornings, to tell you the truth. It really hasn't given me any erason to stay in Newbury, or in fact, on Planet Earth either.
I mean.
There was the stress. The exam stress, the sudden shedload of coursework-stress etc.
There were the 'friends'. The hatred from a jealous girl, who ended up becoming, rather ironically, the very thing she was hating on me for allegedly being; a 'friend-stealer'. So, I've lost my 'best friends'. But, I suppose that by putting it on my blog, I'm making it clear that, whilst of course I care, and it's hurting, it's their choice. And I have chosen to do nothing about it. I've tried, of course I have. But a girl can only do so much.
And then, there's my dog. My beautiful, funny, amazing, clever, stupid dog. Gnash. Ah, he's the only dog I've ever had, but mark my words, there'll never be another like him. He was a beautiful dog, with so much character and eagerness and willing. No-one knew him like his family, so it seemed right that we were all there to say our last goodbyes. For a Black Labrador, 14 is tremendously good innings; also, he was rather ill. I don't want to say it, but I think it was the kindest thing to do. We know he's not in any pain anymore, which is why we were slowly loosing him as it was. So, wherever you are now Gnash, we all love you. You were the most popular dog I've ever known.

And now, at the end of a long, hot, boring, troublesome and achingly tiring two weeks, I'm crashing into bed. G'night!

14 January, 2012


I now have a Facebook page. Yes, I have a Facebook account, and no, you're not adding me. None of you. So, there. *sticks tongue out*. But, LIKE MY FACEBOOK PAGE!!

Search for,
''The Wisdom Of Beth''
It should come up, in the Search Results, with 'Fictional Character' underneath, and the profile picture will be a sunset. Oh, you know what? You guys find it yourselves; if you come across the page, you'll totally know it's me.

I love you all!


Just a quick update post to supplement you guys, the beautiful WR fans who boosted me to FIVE FLIPPING THOUSAND PAGEVIEWS. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOOOOOOOOU.
Some days, I really cannot be bothered to sit here and type random posts, telling you guys what dreams I had, showing off how I can rewrite the Bible, etc. etc. But, days like this, when I'm home from work but have yet to take off my shoes, a stack of homework and a messy room, just lift me right up. They really do.
Thank you so, so much for sticking with me thus far. Of course it would be awesome to get more views, but you can't reverse these 5,000 (mwahahahah!) so, that means the world and then some. Thank you guys so much.

04 January, 2012

Dream Diary (take #1)

Although I probably (and statistically) spend about a sixth of my life dreaming, it seems I can seldom remember any of them; which subsequently must mean that they're really beyond the realm of unimportance. This in mind, however, I had a dream last night, which was essentially four parts; half of which were including characters that were familiar to me. Now I know there's probably nothing more boring than sitting through someone elses' dreams, so feel free to leave now; I've got a great website that you can happily waste half your life on, watching endless videos of cats doing various hilarious tricks. Woah. That rhymed. GUYS, I MADE A RHYME. GUUUUUUUUYSSSSSSSSSSSS. GUYS!!!
(In case any of you thought I was joking by the way, the website is http://www.dailyviral.com, enjoy >.<)

So yess'm. The first part of my dream (I think; all I know for sure that are in order are the third and fourth parts) was that of my friend from a couple of years below me (but, not mentally, or physically...well, apart from his age? I don't know...) and I were stood outside my new-ish school buildings, on the strip of tarmac that runs between the outside of the library and the big, approx-diamond outside the front of school, housing a big tree with fairy lights (FAIRY LIGHTS?!, I hear you cry) and he was insisting that his teacher hated him; he was listing various reasons, and I was answering them with more appropriate reasons. For every reason that I managed to match with my own, we'd toast this little paper shot cups and down a mouthful of vodka. He also told me I was funnier when I was trashed.

On to the second part; recently, I downloaded some music onto my iPod, one of these being 'Meet Me On The Equinox' by DCFC. However, flicking through said iPod on Shuffle the other day (everyday, I'm shufflin'), I chanced upon it, and was distraught to realise that I'd purchased that single from the album 'Soundtrack to Twilight'!! And as I love absorbing the cover art every time a new song plays, that's now been ruined for me, so. However, back to the point; evidently, this disasterous turn of events wasn't enough, as the image clearly sank into my subconcious, and stayed there. Firmly. As, when I slept, I had another random dream-moment when I was stood on a darkened landing with a taller, stronger guy, who kissed me once, and left me breathless. (I didn't know who he was), but he was a 'flipping' vampire, clearly...which just shows that my imagination knows no bounds (sarcasm).

Thirdly! This is a wierd one, that ties to the fourth, so bear with me here guys. I was sat, on a bench, with my family and a strange, young boy. He was about six or seven, so vastly capable of speech. But suddenly, a flurry of wasps descended upon our happy gathering, and so what did we do? Well, obviously, we shot casually out to space...and as this poor child was looking awestruck, we sent the wasps away, probably to go and implode or something, and then we all looked back over to planet Earth (a considerable distance, if I do say so myself...) and saw that it was half-shrouded in the thickest black shadow imaginable. My Dad intervened at this point, to let the little boy know that it was 6:30pm in Italy, and that to meet his curfew, the boy needed to be home soonish. So, we promptly flew back to Earth, and set down on an airstrip outside, funnily enough, an airport. A plane then spoke to this flummoxed little child, and told him that he should get the 2:30am plane at the latest, to avoid his Mother being worried. And after that, we left him to it!

This leads me to my fourth part; probably the most distressing, and the one with the clearest reasoning. Basically, I was suddenly walking up what looked like the inside of a passenger plane, but apparently (judging by the scenery flashing past the windows and passenger's apparent ability to get off at various stops) was my bus home. I think it resembled a train at one point, as well...no matter. Onwards! And, some various friends happened to be dotted around the area, in various seats. I was looking for a set of three, because I think my two other best friends were supposed to be with me. And at that point, I spotted my third best friend, sitting rather conveniently in a set of four seats. I bustled up, threw down my bag, and asked her if I could take them, for the four of us to be seated. She agreed, but with the parting shot that, 'Only if you want to totally p*** off __________ (unspecified name)'. At that point, I collapsed into a nearby seat, because I've had recent bad relations with 'Unspecified name' (U.N) and started cursing quietly. He then demonstrates creepy-timing really well, and appears, to start striding up the aisle, accompanied by my metaphorical 'older brother', one of my closest possible male friends, and throws a glare at me, before throwing himself in to the seat in front of me without a word. By now, I have a rapt audience, a mixture of friends and strangers alike, all appearing to be holding their breath, waiting for the next move. I tentatively ask U.N if I can talk to him, and that was the obvious straw that broke the camel's back. I think that, had I left him, he would've glowered some more, before stepping off the bus. But, as I can remember, he turned around, and shot me a look of pure hatred, before launching into a tirade of how selfish I was, and how I didn't deserve any successful relationships in the future. I tried to intervene at one point, with the fruitless, but classic, 'I wrote you a letter on the plane!' which was immediately shot down. It culminated in his saying he never wished to speak to me again, followed by his departure, and my subsequent descent into hysteria.

So there you have it. If you ever wondered where half the material on this blog came from, this is probably your answer.
I must say, I'm rather impressed, if I do say so myself, with my attempts at writing the dreams I had. It was difficult to harness them and hold them for as long as it took to write them down, and I hope that I did a good enough job so that if I suffer from blog nostalgia in future, I can be reminded of this dream. It was a good one, really, especially the last part.

Thank you!

02 January, 2012

I'm going to say it...

I need a massive freaking hug right now. And, this is the really gay part, I need a boy-hug. You know, one of those hugs where you can smell their aftershave and feel their big arms and all the breath gets pushed out of you as he sweeps you up. I think that's partly why I have so many guy-friends, as well as my brother and my Daddy; because, some things in this world, you really cannot do unless it's with a dude. All of my guys friends give good hugs, I've cried on all of them probably more times than I can remember, and I'd probably choose them over most of my girlfriends any day. There's too much drama with a girl. Why are you crying? Who made you cry? What happened? Is it private? So, tell me anyway? Who else knows? Can I ask them? Nah, with boys it's different. With boys? It's like, oh hey. This chick's crying. Let's just hug. It. Owwwwwwt.

Now, I'm not saying I need my girls any less. Just that, for this particular thing, boys are so much better, every time. But hey.

But, I guess it's Sod's Law that the one boy I want a hug from at the moment is also the same boy who made me want a hug. He's also 1,500 miles away right now.
So, that's not good.

I really should choose my moments better, shouldn't I?

I never, ever knew the words 'Baby, Imma set you free' were, like, fatal or something. Hell's Bells, this is really too complicated.

Yet again, I'm contradicting myself; I s'pose boys are complicated. When they freaking want to be.
This is not fair; I want my Leonidas.

And, I'm mad at him because I've never written a blog post about someone like this. I save this stuff for Tumblr and stuff, y'know? Because, I try and blog about everything, that effects everyone. I want to keep you all interested. And it's not fair, because he's made me care about him. And, he doesn't understand!


01 January, 2012

Bring on 2012, I'm ready for this jelly.

Merry New Year!!! I hope you all had a good one?! And by good one, I, of course, mean with copious amounts of alcohol, good food and fiiiiiine tiiiiimes.

I, thanks for asking, had a brilliant night; I'm happy I did something different this year and was able to spend New Year's with some of my best friends, and then go home and get a little bit squiffy. >.< Although, this is the third year in a row that I've not spent with my family, so I think that'll have to change nex- ooh, THIS year.

God, January the 1st. That seems like such a long ole' treck, doesn't it? We were right at the top in December. And then, straight down to the start again. Oh, I'm not being pessimisstic; 2012 is a perfect opportunity for me to relive all my mistakes. ;)

So yeah. Things changed a lot over the course of good ole' 2011. And, much as it pains me to say this, some things happened last year that weren't for the better; but if I had to choose, I wouldn't change it. Apart from, maybe not to have had so many fiiiiiine tiiiiimes and memorable jokings last night as I'm feeling it this morning!

All in all? 2011 can bite me; ''there's a new kid on the block''.

New Year's Resolutions?
Stay away from teenage boys for as long as possible.
Eat healthily.
Do my DofE.

I'm pretty set up for this year.

Millions of thanks and huuuuuuge New Year's Day kisses to everyone who has helped to shape my blog over the last year, and also another million thanks to everyone who read my blog on Christmas day; HAPPINESS!!

I hope your 2012's are as sweet as I'm going to make mine!