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Growing Up Old...

 

Does that mean anything anymore? When our grandmothers and great great fathers were getting married in their time age was irrelevant to thier situations. At that time you had to grow up immediatly to survive. Ethics, hard work and responsibility were given to the very young, therefore they were able to be a responsible married adult at 18 ... 16.... whatever!

 

Today life for many is much different. Crime is ravaging our home towns, drugs are infecting the minds of our future. How did the values of our ancestors get so lost so fast? More and more our society is becomhing home to children raising children. When you become a parent, your children are first in everything you do, their safety and happiness is on the fore front. However when you are just a child yourself, riasing one can be a daunting task. Now, I am not saying that all teenage parents and parents in their early 20's are terrible parents, but if you look at the statitics of our growing population and the stats of young parents then talk to a teacher you start to see a pattern.

 

I grew up in a small but quickly booming town. By the time I was a Junior in high school there were over 900 incoming freshmen. I think, for what ever reason, my classmates and I grew up a little too quickly. Some of us are mature enough to handle the effects of our changing lives, but others I fear will fall into the cracks of this age's stereo-typical society.

 

Granted I got married at 18 ( a month after high school) I am ticked, utterly peeved at the fact that everyone around me will soon be married parents at 21!!! My husband and I got to know eachother as friends for three years in high school, then as lovers for a year until we got married. Now we have been happily together ( and unhappily) for three years. We are childless and plan to stay that way for quite some time. Although we want nothing more than to hold our future children in our arms at this very moment. We have higher priorities so that we can provide for the family we are meant to have together with out fear.

 

I have counted over 20 women I graduated with just three short years ago that are on their way or are already mothers and wives. Most of whome are not with the father of their children, or were only married for less than six months, or even less than a week in one case, and most only knew their husband for a year, a year, before they got married. Is one year actually long enough to get to understand what someone is capable of?

 

Many of these past and present friends like to comment on the similarities between their marriage and mine.... News Flash.... THERE ARE NONE!!! I'm the smart one and ya

ll have ruined what is to be a very long, hard and tiring life.

 

Is it wrong to feel this way.

 

This is not to say that I do not think these beautiful women will not be good mothers, I am convinced they will be fabulous!!! However, what kind of life are they going to lead from now on? Their dreams are dead( I dont care how many times you say you are going to go back to school.... you aren't), their marriages are practically in shambles and their children are not going to be able to have all that they want to give them. 

 

Back to a comment I mentioned earlier.... Your child comes before anything else in this world.... right?

 

So why is it that we consider this only once we have children... and not before?

 

If you know that one day you WILL be a parent no matter what, then why only put your child first after they are born?

 

If it is really all about the children, please, think of them before conception. There are too many unplanned pregnancies happening in the world today. Just wait.... You have all of your life, what difference does it make?

 

 

 

Please leave me some comments on your thoughts.... and give me some ideas for more topics!!!! (Can Be anything)

 

 

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Seeing as how I didn't get to see Shelly alone yesterday, today was the next closest day to her birthday, so I chose to see her today. Before she came, I washed my hair, straightened up my room, hoover the floor - did all the general preparations that I do - then sat down to wait for her. I waited it out in style, assembling a quick playlist of some of my most-played top-rated songs, then making another attempt at the 2nd run of the Flopside Pit Of 100 Trials. Ach, how it is a cunt.

Shelly came when I was at about floor #89 - and she watched me finish it off.
At a time, I didn't think I'd make it - then I levelled up and my max HP went to 100HP, and was refilled - and then I was like PHWOAR, COME ON THEN SHADOO.
Kicked their arses and snagged those sexy rare cards. :)
Super Paper Mario is about an hour or two away from complete game mastery. Mwah ha ha.

I was in a weird mood today - really really turned on - so it wasn't long before I'd taken everything off and Shelly was getting her wicked way with me. :)
It wasn't fair - I couldn't do anything back because it wasn't the happy time of the month for Shelly. :(

We ate lunch together, hung out the washing - though Shelly is a blundering twat when I ask for her help with it, she just stands there and STARES at the washing line. Knob. :P

In one of our mad moments, we were trying to work out who had the biggest mouth - and naturally, I thought the best way to work this out would be to see how far my fist fitted into my mouth, then how far it fitted into hers. I tried it, but I pushed too hard on her throat and I felt her gag reflex - and she was a little bit sick on my hand. When I pulled it out, there were chunks of pizza on my knuckles. It was so fucking gross. :)
I have a phobia of vomit, so this lead to me legging it to the bathroom, holding my left fist at arm's length - then scrubbing away at it OCD-style. :)

Shelly is so self-doubting and gullible.
We were attempting challenges on Guitar Hero 5 - mainly the band challenges that prove easier with less people, and less bodge-ups from dopey Ash. One of the challenges was a simple "hit a 300 note streak" - and Shelly didn't think she'd managed it. I knew that she had - so I made a handshake bet with her - if she had, she had to lick my arse-crack. :)

And naturally, she got fucked over. Her face when the scores, percentages and note streaks came up was hilarious - it was the proper 'blush-whimper-hide-face-in-hands'. :D
But then she had to be a slag and try and kiss me with her befouled tongue - which was kinda yucky - but I did secretley enjoy being pinned to my bed. :)

Then we had a mooch through some of my old videos on my external harddrive - just proving to Shelly how much of a knob I was when I was 15. And we shared out some Petits Filous yoghurts - though I nabbed the vanilla one, because they're epic. So Shelly decided she'd be a slag and wipe the lids of hers on my nose. Gah.

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I'm hoping that my new idea will put an end to this constant Saturday boredom the three of us are facing.
I suggested to Ash and Shelly that we start a new YouTube channel together, under our production name: Rolling Chair Pictures.
Naturally, we already have The Wheelchair - and I mentioned I wouldn't mind re-making it, because there's just so much more you can add to it. (Speaking of which, I need to re-upload the link to the blog ages ago, because I've taken it off my solo account and I'm in the process of moving it to our RCP account.
Then we have our film trailer - which I just need to revamp a little bit and change the music so I'm not bombarded with copyright warnings left, right and centre.
Upcoming coursework ideas are of course, the Abigail film sequence and Spieluhr music video - so we have those to add. I have a big wodge of ideas in my head, but I need to think about some of them a little more before I finalise them and start writing scripts.

The three of us were bored again - sitting around just trying out some instrument challenges on GH5 and sharing out two pizzas between us.
Oh, and of course, I got Ashleigh to talk to Billy, the chat bot. :)

ASHLEIGH> i've herd the sun is awesome.
BILLY> if i had the sun, i would cherish it!
ASHLEIGH> it lives in the sky
BILLY> i think my sky is broken.
ASHLEIGH> The sky is fine
BILLY> is your sky broken?
ASHLEIGH> the sky can't be broke
BILLY> i think my sky is broken.
ASHLEIGH> it can't brake
BILLY> sky a heard very put great i before!!!
ASHLEIGH> I've never ran to the sun
BILLY> actually, my girlfriend has the sun.
ASHLEIGH> you have a girlfriend?
BILLY> daisy, my girlfriend, is the apple of my eye.
ASHLEIGH> she sounds nice
BILLY> why don't you marry her?
ASHLEIGH> ebcuse she is your girlfriend
BILLY> do you know her?
ASHLEIGH> no, you mentioned her

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Ash also convinced me to try out Hunk.
He's not been played on by his new owner until today. So I played through an hour or so of Fable.
From what I've played so far, it's pretty epic. There's a lot of complex controls involved, but that's what I like in epic RPGs. It looks massive too, I reckon it's a candidate for a half-term break addiction.

Oh, and I've spent a lot of today sucking out the life blood of the two of them - getting them to play the 1,000,000 roses level on We Love Katamari for me. :P

I am making a fantabulous pizza right now.

scratch that


SCRUMTRULESENT pizza.


i made the dough
used diced tomatoes instead of sauce
fresh mozzarella
feta
fake chicken
OMNOMNOM



It will be done in like.....20 minutes? Fuck yeah.
I am sick and I have soymilk (chocolate) to be eating. The boys are watching Sons of Anarchy and I have nothing exciting to blog about.

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Shelly didn't want to wake up this morning, even after I'd been tugging on her arm for like 5 minutes. She sleeps with her arms hanging over the edges of the bed; it looks really bodged. :)
What did work was when I decided I'd snap a photo of her in her sleep, because she does look pretty funny when she's sleeping. I'd got the batteries in the camera and was in perfect position when she decides to wake up - and pull the creepiest wide-eyed stare at me ever - which made me frigging jump and I nearly fell backwards over the airbed.

She later told me it was because I was leaning over her - apparently that's a sure-fire way to wake her up. I shall have to bear that in mind.
I wish I'd snapped her face when she was doing that fucked-up face though. I doubt I'll ever see a face as bodged as that again. :D

Due to all the fun we had last night, and the mess I'd made in Shelly's hair - lmfao - we had to take a shower before Ash came. I normally change my sheets and pillowcases on a Saturday or a Sunday, but I sort of had to do that as well. So both ourselves and the room was all cleaned up ready for Ash's arrival.
Shelly got in the shower with me and I washed her hair. It's so weird washing someone else's hair - especially if they're a lot taller than you are - you have to proper stretch. :)

When Ash arrived, she came bearing a massive carrier bag full of pears from their pear tree. Mam had asked for A FEW, but Ash turned up with like 20 more than what my mam was expecting. The bag was proper heavy too.

We spent hours playing Guitar Hero 5.
It's so epic being able to have all 3 of us playing guitar. We tried out a few band challenges, failed epically at some of them and just missed the diamond rank on some of them. The guitar challenges were fun - I always managed to get the diamond rank, but it was hilarious watching Shelly and Ash competing with each other. I think it's actually happened - Shelly HAS surpassed Ash.

Following this, we ate pizza, drank Coke Zero and alternated around some of my other PS2 games.
We had a few goes of Jackass, then swapped to We Love Katamari - by Ash's whining request of course. :)
Then I thought we ought to try out Evil Dead: A Fistful of Boomstick.

I didn't realise how funny Ash can be when she's reading out cover blurbs.
She just shouldn't say things like: "Ash is back BABY!" - it doesn't sound right coming from her. :)
And naturally, we all found the word BOOMSTICK a pile of piss, so we said it at each and every opportunity. It's a pretty decent game from what I've played so far. The controls and plotline are way different to what I was expecting. It has more elements of action/adventure than it does shooter. It's a fun roam-around hack 'n' slash, from what I can see. :)


And naturally, today wasn't complete without Ash climbing inside a cardboard box while Shelly and I pulled her around on the laminate flooring in the passage. Oh, Ashleigh. :)