Wreck This Journal...

Bonjour! So, I've been busy with exams for a while now, but the good news is, they're all over! I had my last one this afternoon. Its strange, I got in from my exam, and automatically started to try and revise. I then realised that I had nothing to revise for, and laughed at myself for about an hour. So mainly, I've been spending my first afternoon of freedom on tumblr. I have a new tumblr incase anyone didn't know, which you can find here, incase anyone is interested. 


So what I'm going to talk about today is something that I've seen a lot on tumblr. 
Its a book called 'Wreck This Journal' by Keri Smith. Its basically a book that you destroy. It gives you hints and stuff to, just incase you're as unimaginative and have as little creativity as I do. I decided to treat myself on Saturday, seeing as both my paychecks came at once, and Hollister pay considerably more than I thought they did (£5.90, YAY). So since my bank accounts looking considerably healthy, I decided that one book couldn't hurt. My god. This is possibly the best thing I've bought. 

If like me, you're a little bit of a perfectionist, you'll have a little bit of a love hate relationship with this book. When I bought mine, it was perfect; no corners bent, I even made sure the sides hadn't been crushed by what ever machine they use to make books. I'm a bit like that with books, they need to be perfect. The first thing the book had me do was break the spine. You should have seen my face. I've never broke the spine of a book. So yea, the book is considerably less 'perfect' now that I've done a couple of pages. 


I was thinking I could make this a weekly thing?  What do you guys think? Anyway, I'll hopefully blog again soon, but for now, byeeeeee.....

Work...

I am back! You can stop worrying now, I didn't die on Friday the 13th, as you probably all though. I've just been extremely busy. I keep having to repeatedly say to myself "I love a levels" about 32 times a day, just to stop me loosing my mind. I can't actually remember if I told you this in my last post, it was so long ago (Esh, sorry...), but I have dropped the dreaded subject that is chemistry! A Levels are SO much easier only having to tackle three of them. But anyway, thats not what I'm going to talk to you about today...

You know how most teenagers, once they get to the age of 16 or 17, start to want making a little bit of money, and get a part time job? Notice the singular term there? A part time job. Singular. Well, avoiding the norm, as I love to do, I have TWO part time jobs. Youth unemployment, my arse. Two part time jobs, plus three a levels. I want to weep. 

So my first job is in the lovely NHS. For those lovely readers who live outside the UK, I'm really not sure how much you know about the british health system, but we don't pay insurance, we just get everything for free. It all comes from taxes. And like most other first world countries, we're also in a recession, economic downturn, blegh, how ever you want to say it. That means that we, the great british public, pay more taxes. So how come a humble cleaner, or 'Domestic Assistant' such as myself can get paid over £14 an hour to empty bins? I don't mean to be ungrateful, but as a 16 year old, if you paid me £5 an hour, I probably wouldn't complain. David Cameron, I hope you're taking notes. Tax payers, your hard earned money that you think is going toward improving the deficit, helping our lovely greek buddies, or buying Nick Clegg some choccy biscuits to have with his cup of tea (we are british after all), is in fact in my pocket, going towards a lovely pair of shoes I spotted in Topshop the other week. This is why I like David Cameron. 

Now, my second job. I'm quite proud of this one, I will admit. The other week, while worshiping the lovely shoes I mentioned above, in Topshop, I was approached by a lovely person from Hollister. I am now a 'model' in Hollister. I'm aware that this is probably a much bigger deal in America, but here in the UK, I'm still kind of amazed that I was picked. For those who don't know what Hollister is, its the daughter brand of Abercrombie&Fitch. You know the store that has topless boys standing outside that make you want to cry over their abs? Yea, that one. Basically Holister is Abercrombie's rebellious daughter, who goes to beach parties a lot. Thats how I would describe it anyway. So, what does being a 'model' actually mean? Well, notice how I keep putting the term 'model' in little floating things? I'm not actually a model. I'm a sales assistant with a fancy title. Apparently we're called 'models' so the company can get away with making us dress a certain way. When I log onto their employee website, their is a two page 'look policy'. As far as I'm aware, if I dye my hair, or cut it without them having prior notice, I die. Or get sacked. Yaaaaay.

Now, back to the political side of things. I'm 16 years old, with two jobs. Normally 16 year olds don't pay tax. Normally 16 year olds with a part time job don't pay tax. But a 16 year old who has two part time jobs, earning over £300 a month? They pay tax. I feel grown up. So I pay taxes, and taxes pay for the NHS, and the NHS pay for me. I'm basically paying myself to work. If A Levels worked like this, I'd be much more motivated...

Well, exams start on Monday, so I'm not going to promise that I'll write soon. But I shall give you an update when I can. For now, byeeeeeeeee.....