January 31st, 2009 I Can Make You Rich!
Seriously, any fool who believes such statements, really does need a good slap around the face… And believe me I will be more than happy to hand them out.
I noticed this statement quite a bit yesterday whilst on an after-school trip to Sutton. I went to Waterstones and WHSmith, and I saw numerous books (notably quite a few by a certain Mr. Paul McKenna), all with the same ludurcrious titles.
It got me thinking - as usual - and it made me wonder, who on earth buys these books?
It’s like those idiotic people who respond to those e-mails that ever so often find their way to your inbox which start off with “Dear Sir” when you know fully well, that you are not-indeed a “Sir” - well, at least, I’m not. There are people out there who will respond to those pleas of “I need to transfer $5408345983968669856968, from my bank account in Africa to my family in Norway - may I use your account, and you can keep $4594595 of it!
The same can be said for these stupid books, writen by fairly clever people. Because unlike those people who pick up said books, they know how to make money. They know that by writing a book which will offer every example under the sun of someone making a penny, they know that if you are there standing in Waterstones, WHSmith and thinking about buying this book, and then proceed to read it; they know you’re daft.
Sadly, by you reading this Blog, I won’t make any money, but feel free to donate to my Paypal thingy on my website, and you never know, a block of gold might be under your pillow tonight… Then again, there might those crumbs from the biscuits you devoured earlier… Either way, we’re all made happier!
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As for this week, I think it’s been fairly good going. At least in the sense of how it could be.
As I mentioned last week, tiredness and maybe even exhaustion is really kicking in. Slowly I feel each day is getting that much worse; and as much as I want to try to kick it, I can’t. This morning for example - a perfect Saturday. I have no plans as of yet, and homework is not completed until Sunday, so I’m free to use today as a sleeping day; or at least a day where I can sleep in a little later than half six. And what time do I wake up?
Half eight!
A whole two hours more, but it isn’t even that. Because I was up until twelve because I couldn’t sleep, and that’s over two hours later than I would normally go to sleep during the week, so I’ve actually missed out on thirty minutes of sleep.
It’s ridiculous.
The worst aspect of this deprivation is that even if I do sleep quite late, or I go to bed early or something, it doesn’t achieve anything. I still feel as miserable, edgy, sleepy, knackered and Zombie-like as I did the day before.
So I’m deciding now… The half-term coming up is a break. If a teacher of one of my subjects thinks it’ll be “fun” to set a stupid amount of homework or essay or project, I’m not doing it… Or if I do, it’ll be a half-arsed effort. And I mean it. I cannot go on remaining like this, and it’s getting to the point where I’m falling asleep anywhere about the house now… Which isn’t me!
Furthering on with School, on Thursday was Parents’ Evening. Generally speaking I actually quite like Parents’ Evening, I like being able to chat to my teachers and it’s always interesting to hear what they think I am good at, and so on. I have to admit, I really wasn’t looking forward to this one. And the thing is, I don’t want this to sound in any way shape or form, mean, but I just don’t enjoy the “Parent’s” asepct of it.
I would feel a lot more relaxed and far more comfortable if say I could be my own parent, and just take myself… Which on many-a-time I have proclaimed to my Mum I would do… She didn’t think that it was a good idea though. I can see why, but I don’t know, it get’s me all edgy.
Parents’ Evening did go well though… Well, it was what I expected. I started off with Chemistry, where I was asked “Do you have any hobbies?” by my teacher… Which left a very dull and awkward silence. The thing is, I do, but I couldn’t think of any at the time; so I guess now that my crazy Chemistry teacher presumes I have no life.
Biology went alright, I know I’ve got to improve, and with any luck I will. I just need to feel it more. It’s the subject which I seem to be least willing to do anything for, if that makes any sense. Chemistry, despite being a fail, facinates me, Psychology is always interesting, and History I just LOVE! Biology doesn’t have anything in it for me to love, we cover everything too quickly, and the facination of it is killed by the broadness of the areas that we study.
Psychology was really good, as was History. You see, these subjects hold me a lot more, and I can and do happily sit and just read my subject textbooks be it at home, or during free periods in School. I’m happy though!
Carrying on with the subject of School, on Friday we had the joys of a “Chlamydia Talk”. Now the thing is, I’m happy that they happen, because as was certainly highlighted to me previously in the week, some people’s ideas of the cause of STI’s are extremely mislayed. Even better, being offered the testing kits in school - brilliant. It makes sense, quite a few people are probably too scared to go to their doctor or go somewhere else, or of their parents finding out…
But then the school sent home letters to every parent highlighting the fact we were having this talk and tests were being handed out.
Doesn’t this just kill the point?
We’re all at least sixteen years of age - which means we can go to our GP without a parent, well, at the age of twelve you can even have an abortion without your parents not knowing… So why send home the letter?
I think this totally decieved the point, and although as people kept aruguing against me “Well your parents still won’t know you’ve had a test!”, it’s not the point. There was no need for that letter to be sent home, and no need for anyone’s parents to be informed about something we are all old enough to handle and do without our parent’s consent or acknowledgement.
As I metioned earlier, I also went to Sutton on Friday. I finally got aroudn to using my Waterstones Giftcard that I got at Christmas. I bought myself two books, one being one of my all time favourites - George Orwell’s Nineteen-Eighty-Four, and the second being Karl Marx’s Communist Manifesto.
What I need to ensure with the latter book is that I don’t turn into a raving Communist myself. I know what I’m like with any good book, or any book filled with Political and Social theory which marvels my mind even more so than what it currently is. My common sense dictates to me that Communism cannot exist - it’s too theoritical and ideological; and to ever have it implemented properly we would have Anarchy - which also doesn’t make sense as it doesn’t take into account the human being, and what we’re prone and encoded to be and do. So if you see me or hear me saying that Communism is the way forward - slap me. I cannot be over-taken by that part of me that is easily impressed and moulded.
The thing is, I say that thinking I will get round to reading it! Which I know won’t occur… I still have to finish the book I started three weeks ago. Hmm, I think I will make that my task of today. And even if I do finish that, I sitll have seven other books to read before I read my latest buys!
More worryingly, I’m actually running out of space on my book shelf for more books! I think I need to stop hoarding my old lower-school stuff!
Anyway, until next time,
Thanks,
Samantha.
(http://www.thesamantha.co.nr)
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