The Fault In Our Stars.

So I finally gave in to the hype. 

I saw that a friend was reading 'A Fault in our Stars' earlier this week and it reminded me that I'd been meaning to read it. I asked her if she was enjoying it and she eagerly responded that she was and I should definitely read it.

A second friend, known well for the fact that she never reads then walks into the common room holding a Waterstone's bag. She'd gone out to buy both 'The Fault in our Stars' and 'Looking for Alaska', because the first friend already had a waiting list of people to borrow both of these books and she just couldn't wait.

So I decided to join the second friend's waiting list.

Bearing in mind that this friend that does not read managed to finish the entire book within two days. I was shocked.

I acquired the book yesterday morning. And five hours of reading later, I had finished it.

So now I'm on the waiting list for 'Looking for Alaska', which I should get on Monday.

The point of this whole story is that, despite the fact that its a hype-book like twilight or fifty shades or the hunger games, it isn't the same, because its a book that is actually well written, and actually means something.

So the moral of the story here is to read 'The Fault in our Stars', because you will love it, I promise.

Feels Like Christmas.

So its around the halfway point of November (holy crap, where did the year go?), so we're starting to get invites to christmas parties, light switch-ons, deciding names for secret santa and the like.

It's Christmastime.

It a strange time of year for me. I'm not the kind to get crazy into the spirit, I'm not a 'bah humbug' kind of girl but not crazy either. But every now and then, I just feel... Christmassy.

Do you get that feeling?

Where it suddenly dawns on you how close the season is, and the fact that there is ice developing on my car as I type this because of the winter weather, and everything else that signifies winter and Christmas and New Year times.

That's the feeling.

I bought my advent calendar in mid-October so I could get a decent one, instead of a bad-tasting hello kitty or barbie one like as in previous years.

I already have fairy lights in my room all-year round.

But at least they'll be partial decoration in my room before my mother begrudgingly pulls out the actual decorations about a week before Christmas day.

Friendships.

So I’ve never been the best at making friends.

Firstly, I was the army kid, and I didn’t get on with many of the other army kids. I had one friend and she was such a little bitch child that I don’t even remember her name anymore – Lulu or Lala or something along those lines. I had a best friend when I lived in Germany, let’s call her C. We stayed in touch for a few years after I moved away from there, but then lost touch. We’re friends on Facebook now but we don’t say anything to each other, which doesn’t bother me too much because we’re completely different people now – and I mean completely.

After leaving Germany, where I had spent my childhood from 8 months old, starting primary school (PS) in the UK meant making new friends. Awesome. I thought I’d done it, I thought I was accepted into the small year-group’s circle, but apparently not. I was bullied for at least a year, maybe two, until the Headteacher had to get involved and it turned into a huge thing and eventually we were all friends – I don’t think we were ever destined to be true besties though really, it was all primary school pettiness, which turned into pre-teen pettiness.

Cut to Secondary school (SS). The second-in-command bully from PS followed me through to SS, and quite unsurprisingly, by the end of year 6 (the last year of PS), I had grown fed up with her and her shit, but decided that as we only knew each other, I’d put up with her for SS, plus she hadn’t yet clocked onto the fact that she was one of those people that nobody liked.

By the end of year 7 we were mortal enemies.

We’re OK now though, happy to be half-friends but not really friends. It works.

Other than that friend-not-friend, I developed an amazing friendship, which is still going strong even now, six years later. I also developed some relatively good relationships in around year 9 or 10, but most of those have fizzled out now, only a few have lasted and even those people get on my nerves sometimes. But they’re the ‘fun’ ones. You go out with them but don’t share your deep dark secrets. Know the type?

I don’t think it’s just me…

So enter sixth form, new people joining my otherwise-exclusive school, and new opportunities, here I have found three solid friendships. I’m sure I will stay friends with these people well beyond school, but I guess only time will tell.

And thanks to the phenomena we call the ‘Common Room’, I’m also friendly with a great number more people than I ever used to be. I find it easy to talk to around half of my year group (and the other half isn’t even worth it, even half of the half I talk to aren’t really worth it but you know), which makes boring free periods much less of a burden to my brain. These are people I’ve known, or known of for the entire duration of SS and only now I talk to them – it just goes to show that friendships can blossom in the most unlikely of people.

So right now, school-friendships wise, its all working out.

So what about outside of school?

Well until 6 months ago I’d never had a job, and me being the budding socialite I am, I never spoke to anyone fortunate enough to not go to the same school as me. So I only had friends from school.

Did I mention I go to an all-girls’ school? Yeah, well up until a few months ago, girls were my only friends.

I highly dislike girls.

Have you ever noticed how we females are c-o-m-p-l-e-t-e bitches? It’s amazing really, but wow can we bitch and backstab. I’m not going to say I don’t partake in the activity; it’s innate to everything that wears a bra.

Anyway, now that I have a job, I’ve actually started to make friends! Like, real friends that are not from my hell-hole of an educational institution, and actually, that aren’t all bitchin’ females.

It’s great.