Not to mention 5 goats, 7 chickens, 8 horses, and quite a few bats. Life on the farm is fun! The early mornings do me good because I don't sleep for half the day and feel like a sack of shit for the other half. I get plenty of exercise because the Mares are in a field that it takes a good 10 minutes (for me at least) to walk to. The Geldings are down a 87% hill (Not exaggerating much) so thats a chore to walk up. But at the end of the day, I don't feel like crap, which suprises me. I'm not the fittest person in the world, but I find it quite easy to do all this walking.
I can't remember the last time (other than coming here before) I was so far away from home, with no contact to my mum or family. It's fantastic! I don't get any signal on my phone (which is good in some cases, not in others. Not to mention its a heap of shit. Or so April tells me :p) so I don't get any silly calls from people for pathetic reasons, like: 'Can I borrow a DVD please?'. Why ask me that, when I know full well you've already gone into my room, taken 5 DVD's, played on my games console, slept in my bed and listened to my CD's? Honestly.
The only downside about being here is that I don't know the town too well, and won't leave the house through fear of getting lost. I know, I know, ask for directions, but when it comes to things like that (or most things, come to think of it) I'm like a bloke. I won't ask for directions, 'cause it bruises my ego. I'll use a sat nav, that's different. It can't mock you for not knowing where you're going, especially when half the time it takes you in completely the wrong direction anyway, or tells you to turn off of one of the busiest roundabouts you've ever been on, when there is no turning.
Sat navs really suck sometimes. Let me give you an example. I am at a farm in Surrey ok? Now, the last time I came here, I set it up on the fastest route on my TomTom. It said it would take 2 hrs and 30 mins. Which I thought nothing of, until I did the same thing Sunday evening to get here and the fastest route said 1 hr 30 mins. So why did it take so long the first time? It can't be the traffic, because I was held up more on Sunday evening than I was the first time I came. I didn't mind because I had someone else in the car with me and she kept me company (obviously). I don't really like sat navs, they suck. Period.
25/09/2008
All work and no play. That's how it works in my world.
It has come to my attention that lately, I am being used as a mule. In and out of work. When I am at work, I am under constant scrutiny by the boss and my fellow collegues. Out of work by my family. If I have a day off, I have to spend it working. Why is this?
I'll tell you why. It's because I'm old enough to work, but too young to support myself, therefore I am penalised. If I can't support myself by living alone, I should stay home and work to keep the house clean. Which I don't mind, really, I don't. What I do mind, is being at work with a bunch of people who think themselves so superior that they shouldn't have to work, just delegate. There are but two people who work as hard as me, which isn't fair as I rarely work with them, meaning that when we are working with these other people, we are doing everything.
When I rule the world, people like that will be sent to a small island in the middle of nowhere to fend for themselves.
I'll tell you why. It's because I'm old enough to work, but too young to support myself, therefore I am penalised. If I can't support myself by living alone, I should stay home and work to keep the house clean. Which I don't mind, really, I don't. What I do mind, is being at work with a bunch of people who think themselves so superior that they shouldn't have to work, just delegate. There are but two people who work as hard as me, which isn't fair as I rarely work with them, meaning that when we are working with these other people, we are doing everything.
When I rule the world, people like that will be sent to a small island in the middle of nowhere to fend for themselves.
I'm me, and I won't change for anybody, not even you.
I've never been a complicated person. No, really, never. So why do I feel the need to be complicated? I've always been me, I've never been labelled and I've never been a follower.
Some people say that when life gets you down, you need to keep your chin up and grit your teeth. Problem is, I find it hard to do that. I find it hard to cope if things are bogging down on me. I don't always feel the need to share it, but if I do, I need someone there, someone who's going to listen. And luckily I've found that person, well, several people actually. And they always offer me good advice. Since finding these people, my life has changed for the better. I haven't changed so that they will like me, and they have accepted the real me. For that I am grateful. I can't for the life of me understand why people need to change for others.
All the while I was at school, I tried my hardest to fit in. Not by doing what others did, or following trends. But by being me. I soon figured out that it got me nowhere. So I kept a small group of friends who had accepted that. I have since stopped talking to those friends, but have new friends who have accepted me for who I am. The people who doubted me at school all of a sudden want to know me, purely becuase I have acheived something out of not being a follower. They can stick their friendship up their arse for all I care. They didn't want to know me then, and I don't want to know them now.
I used to get bullied at school, for being different, for being overweight, for not agreeing with the 'popular' kids choices. And it shattered me. I became a shell of a person. After I left school, I realised that you don't need to worry about what others think. If you are happy, that's all that matters. So now I say: What you see is what you get. Don't try to change me. It won't work.
Some people say that when life gets you down, you need to keep your chin up and grit your teeth. Problem is, I find it hard to do that. I find it hard to cope if things are bogging down on me. I don't always feel the need to share it, but if I do, I need someone there, someone who's going to listen. And luckily I've found that person, well, several people actually. And they always offer me good advice. Since finding these people, my life has changed for the better. I haven't changed so that they will like me, and they have accepted the real me. For that I am grateful. I can't for the life of me understand why people need to change for others.
All the while I was at school, I tried my hardest to fit in. Not by doing what others did, or following trends. But by being me. I soon figured out that it got me nowhere. So I kept a small group of friends who had accepted that. I have since stopped talking to those friends, but have new friends who have accepted me for who I am. The people who doubted me at school all of a sudden want to know me, purely becuase I have acheived something out of not being a follower. They can stick their friendship up their arse for all I care. They didn't want to know me then, and I don't want to know them now.
I used to get bullied at school, for being different, for being overweight, for not agreeing with the 'popular' kids choices. And it shattered me. I became a shell of a person. After I left school, I realised that you don't need to worry about what others think. If you are happy, that's all that matters. So now I say: What you see is what you get. Don't try to change me. It won't work.
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