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Hello :]

I never really know what to write on things like this, other than my name is Melody (I'm very original with my usernames), I'm 19 and if you want to know anything (but why would you?) just ask.

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» Prejudice

Not sure if this counts...
...but the QOTW is nearly over now, so I'm posting it anyway.

When I was 17 I had my first serious boyfriend. During our relationship, I was invited to dinner to meet his parents for the first time. They were really friendly and welcoming, if a bit chavvy. They gave me drink and took me into the living room and we were all doing that polite conversation thing that you do when you meet new people when boyfriend's mother suddenly blurted out;

"Can you eat lasanga? I'm doing one, but I can always freeze it until tomorrow, we can get a takeaway if you prefer, there's a nice one of yours round the corner!" cue boyfriend going bright red and snapping 'Mum!' at her. I politely pointed out that lasanga was fine for me, while wracking my brains wondering what one of 'my' takeaways was. "Okay." She says. "I just thought it might have been a bit English for you." then off she went to the kitchen as if that was a completely normal and reasonable thing to say to her son's girlfriend.

So a little while later we are eating our (english) lasanga and they're asking me about my life and my family and boyfriends Mum asks; "So, where are you from?"
"Oh, not that far from here, I actually live on Blahblah Road."
"Oh, no, I meant where were you born."
"... Oh." Couple of minutes silence, boyfriend and boyfriend's Dad exchanging looks. "So have you ever visited China?"
"I can't say I have..."
"No? Have you never wanted to go and see where you came from?"
"Um, I come from Oxford."
"But you must have ancestors over there. You're Chinese, aren't you?"
"Um. No."
"Oh." Then she stared at me for about a minute. "No offence luv, but what ARE you?"
"British... but I do have family in Japan."
"Oh, you should have said, I would have done you some rice."

I went out with her son for another six months before we split up and I still bump into her around from time to time. Once she told me to tell "my people" to stop harming dolphins.
(Wed 7th Apr 2010, 22:16, More)

» Annoying words and phrases

It's always in the last place you look.
Of course it fucking is, I'm not going to keep looking for it after I've cunting found it, am I?
(Thu 8th Apr 2010, 14:46, More)

» I don't understand the attraction

Just... ARGH!!! It angers me. Literally ALL of my friends are obsessed with it and Edward fucking Cullen.

They all see the abusive bastard as the "perfect man".

And vampires DON'T FUCKING SPARKLE. And now they've all drifted on to read stuff like Anne Rice and watch things like Hellsing and MOAN that it's not as "lovely as Twilight".

It makes me want to stab puppies.

Also McFly. They are shit.
(Thu 15th Oct 2009, 20:39, More)

» PE Lessons

If I was around for the 'Bullies' QOTW I would have posted this then.
But I wasn't. And part of it is PE Lesson related, so I'm posting it now.

I HATED senior school. I'm a lot more confident in myself now, but back when I was 11 and started at senior school, I was shy. And not just shy, but painfully, cripplingly shy. I didn't go out of my way to speak to people and got embarrassed and stuttery when they spoke to me. Mainly, when I could I kept myself to myself and I had a small group of friends that I'd been friends with since junior school, but they were in different tutor groups to me, so a lot of our lessons were apart.

The "popular" girls in my tutor group took my lack of speaking as me being "up myself". And the fact that I'd get nervous and stutter when they spoke to me as "me thinking I was too good to talk to them" and spread this around the school. Which lead to a lot of people chosing NOT to speak to me and the rest of them and there friends telling me I was a bitch and to go back to where I came from.

That first year of school I one friend in PE lessons. We stuck together when we had to pair up and I dealt with it. Then we started doing Netball. Which obviously involved picking teams. It was good when Fi (for that is her name) got picked to be a captain, because she was quite good at netball, but when she wasn't, I was left til last and more than often seperated from her.

I went to PE one day, changed, got called a pathetic bitch in the changing rooms and went out to the fields with Fi. Our teacher picked four people to be captains (we'd have two games going on at the same time) and one of them was Steph. Steph was sort of like that girl who EVERYONE (not me) wanted to be at school. She was sort of the leader of the girls in my year. The first person she picked to be on her team was me.

That day Netball turned from being Netball to being a game of "lets try and smack Melody in the face with the ball while the teacher isn't looking!". I'd spent months being ridiculed by these girls for no good reason, other than I hardly knew them and was uncomfortable around them. When they'd spoken to me I'd always made the effort to try and talk to them through my nervousness and they'd all just taken against me. I'd had enough. When they actually managed to hit me with the fucking ball, I ripped off my stupid little netball vest thing and stormed off, closely followed by Fi. I wasn't playing that game anymore.

The first thing that Steph did was go and tell the teacher that I was "ruining the game" and "not making an effort". I didn't see her go off, I was too busy trying not to cry, shaking, being comforted by Fi and trying to calm down. No, the thing that alerted me to was the sound of my teacher shrieking at me; "MELODY, HOW DARE YOU SIT DOWN IN MY LESSON?"

I nearly pissed myself I jumped so high.

Instead what I did, much to my embarrassment, was promptly burst into tears.

"OH STOP BEING PATHETIC, WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO SIT DOWN IN ONE OF MY LESSONS?! HOW DARE YOU. GET UP, GET UP RIGHT NOW." EVERYBODY was staring at me and I staggered to my feet and still crying, explained to her what was going on and why I'd stormed off, the whole time Steph and her friends were grinning at me. And the response I got from my teacher, after telling her I was being taunted?


I'd never had a detention before and she spent the entire hour she was sat in with me GLARING at me. It was horrible and I swear I still think it was one of the longest hours I've ever had to sit through. My Mum phoned the school and demanded to speak to her the next day.

I wish I could say that Mum speaking to her sorted the whole thing out. It didn't. It just caused that bitchy teacher to glare at me and make snide comments about my Mum phoning her. She did leave the following year though. And Steph and her friends? They ended up getting warned off me. It still didn't stop them. I was still getting pushed around and bitched at by them when I left school. I'd learnt to tell them to fuck off by then. It just spurred them on.

I saw one of them the other day, outside the doctor's surgery. She acted like she was all pleased to see me and tried to talk to me. I decided to actually be the snob she'd thought I was and stuck my nose in the air and walked straight past her and her two little fuck trophy's.

EDIT: Oh dear, insert length joke here! Sorry about that.
(Sun 22nd Nov 2009, 20:14, More)

» I don't understand the attraction

Trolling on the internet.
Yes, I am looking at you Flidmong.
(Mon 19th Oct 2009, 19:12, More)
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