Beat Society - an inspirational post, draft for my English controlled assessment

Society is messed up. We are all so superficial, we worry less about what our family thinks of us and more about what our “friends” think. We will spend our time finding trends to follow and things that we “can’t live without”, taking compromising ‘selfies’ and making sure we constantly look our best, rather than investing our time in worthwhile things like spending time with our family and building lasting relationships. As a generation we tend to believe that the respect of our peers and strangers is more important than the respect of our families and teachers.

Everybody wants to be popular, but the word has lost its true meaning. In reference to a person it means “generally liked and admired”. Think about the 'popular' people in your school or workplace. They aren’t the kind, funny and smart people that you would think might be “generally liked and admired”, they are the beautiful, superficial people who push people down to raise their social status. People don’t like them; they want to be liked by them.

If society is a mountain, those people are at the top. There are people all the way up the mountain trying to reach the summit. Think about where you are on that mountain. Are you trying to get to the top? Or are you comfortable with where you are and you’re just chilling?
Sometimes the kings and queens who reside on the top of the mountain will throw a rope down, this could be a remark like “Isn’t that girl so ugly? She totally needs to lose weight.” Or a question like “How far have you gone with a girl?” some people will jump right on the rope in the hope of being hauled up the mountain a little, even if they have to shove their friends out of the way. This is what is truly sad about society. Most people are so desperate for popularity, even the ones who say they don’t care, that they will drop everything to get there, even their only friends.

Another way of looking at it is that the popular people are in this bubble and everyone else is outside it. Some people don’t even notice the bubble, they don’t see the popular people as being superior; some people notice the bubble but are indifferent, they just go on with their lives; and some people are constantly trying to get into the bubble, much to the annoyance of those within.
What these desperate people don’t see is what hard work being popular is, once you are accepted it's like running on a never ending treadmill trying to catch up, shoving everyone else out of the way and never really truly being yourself. Sounds great, huh?

Sometimes it feels like you are being shunned by the world, but if it feels like that, you are surrounding yourself with the wrong people. Make sure you are surrounding yourself with people as opposed to ideals and high standards. You need to make your own standards; they are the only ones you can live up to while still being yourself.
Do little things to build up the big things: call your friend, play cards with your brother, help your mom make dinner. These are the things that will still matter in ten years’ time, whether you were ‘popular’ in school won’t. When you're on your death bed what will you want, your diploma and your sports car or your family and your loved ones? If you spend too much time worrying about the superficial things in life you’ll lose the important things. Smile. Be positive. Being on the outside is okay, in fact, being on the outside is the best place to be.

Self-Discipline

Any remaining followers: OMG. YOU'RE ALIVE? GUYS, SHE'S FREAKING ALIVE! THIS IS A FREAKING MIRACLE.

I hear you, I hear you, I know it's been a long time but I hope that maybe the title will indicate why I'm writing this now. I re-discovered the phrase 'self-discipline' while procrastinating doing my History homework (I didn't miss the irony). I read this article http://www.uncommonhelp.me/articles/self-discipline-techniques/ which is fairly uninteresting and nothing spectacular but I needed inspiration and a spark was enough. Since Saturday I have been a perfect human. Well... I have been a self-disciplined human. After I read this article I tidied my room, which I had been halfheartedly doing all day (it was 16:30), and when I say tidy I mean tidy. My room is immaculate. It's pretty beautiful really.
Then I sat down and did my History essay. I brushed my teeth (for two whole minutes as well) and went to bed. I woke up yesterday and the self-discipline continued. I rewarded myself after finishing planning for the last stretch of my English controlled assessment by watching a film (About Time, super duper worth watching). After I watched the film I started on my next task, doing my MyMaths homework.
Being self-disciplined is a truly beautiful thing. I went for a run this morning guys. A run. At 6:30 AM. Be proud, guys, be freaking proud.
SOOO... I know what you're all thinking "Georgia, how do I become as perfectly wonderful as you?"
Well here are some tips I have for you, after exactly 2 and a bit days of being perfe- self-disciplined:

1. It's the little things that matter. You may think that it's important for you to go on your run or do that huge essay but what will really make a difference, and make self-discipline a habit is putting your mug in the dishwasher rather than leaving it on your desk where you drank it and not leaving your clothes lying around but actually folding them away right after you take them off. It's the little actions that make a habit.
2. No excuses. Don't listen to those measly excuses your brain is making up just do that thing you're putting off. Now.
3. Be honest with yourself and others. "Oh I'm not going to go on my run today because it's kind of muddy and my trainers are new, plus it's starting to get dark and cold and I can feel a cold coming on and-" "No. You're not going on a run because you're lazy and you can't be bothered. You're not going on a run because you're unfit, but guess what? You're never going to get fit if you stay on Tumblr all day." Sometimes the truth is hard to take, be brutal if necessary.
4. Record the things you need to do. I have a whiteboard on the back of my bedroom door which I never really used until now, I put the 'big' things that I need to do on it (e.g. Maths homework or tidy your room). At the top instead of To Do: I've written You are going to:. I think this is just more positive, I also have tried to personalise it "your media homework" because it's more of a personal instruction; this is what works for me so obviously do what suits you.
   I also haven't written the stuff that is part of my daily routine (e.g. showering or going for a run) because that's basically giving yourself a task for the sake of crossing it off.
   Notice how I wrote 'need' in italics earlier, this is because I have two to-do lists. One of them on my whiteboard for things that I have to do, things with external deadlines or implications if they are not done; then, on my phone I have a free app called "Do It Tomorrow" (if you don't do the tasks on the day you write them, they just get transferred to the next day) which I use for the things I'd like to do when I get a chance. My current list includes:
   -Write Self-Discipline blog post
   -Visit Darcey's Tumblr
   -Make booklet for 'money-managing'
   -Listen to Another Love
   -Listen to First Day of My Life
   I only put things on this list if I can't do them right then, either because I physically can't or because I'm in the middle of a task.
5. Reward yourself. That's right, make a list of things you want to do (small things like watching a film or an episode of something) and do one of them once you've finished your tasks. I try to stick to three 'big' tasks per reward. A reward is nice because otherwise you'd be working non-stop and life would be suckish.

Anyway, I'm no expert on self-discipline but these are things I've worked out and things I've read about so I hope they help you out if you're struggling with procrastination and laziness. I apologize for my hiatus from Blogger recently but I will be posting at least once a week from now on.

Love you loads <3
Georgia

A Journey

Quickly exiting my current Gossip Girl episode I grab my bags, unplug my phone from the charger, unplug the charger from the plug socket, hastily wrap up the cords and shove them into my perfectly packed brand new leather bag. I pull on the first pair of socks I find, throw the bag strap over my head and run downstairs, Converses in hand. The tightness in my mom's voice is clear as she repeatedly reminds us that we need to go. I grab a coat at the last minute, my fingers fumbling with the fabric that holds the other coats on the hook. I turn before remembering my phone on the stairs, clumsily holding all my belongings in my hands I run out to the car in my trainer-socked feet.
                      
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After a slightly anxious and pretty uncomfortable (I was putting on my Converse in the back seat) 5 minute car journey to the station we rush into the foyer tickets in hand and hurry through the ticket barriers.
We half walk half run to the correct platform only to discover our train pulling away...

I could feel the tenseness in my throat rise and I mentally tell myself to calm down as the station officer confirmed that there was no way of getting on that train.
There would be another train in 25 minutes, he said. As I sat down with my brothers at one of the benches overlooking the track, I sighed with a mix of relief and anxiety.
I stare at my train ticket for a full minute trying to find a time or an indication of our train limitations.  After finding nothing but "Off Peak" I turn to my older brother and ask if the next train is off peak and if it is could we go on it. He tersely replies that he would find out.

Only moments later I realise that I don't have my phone. I search my bag somewhat hopelessly knowing that I had my phone in my hand when I last had it. I burst into tears and tell Luke that I forgot my phone and could I use his. He very unsympathetically texts my mum "Georgia forgot her phone". This isn't remotely pacifying, his lack of empathy only fustrates me.

After Luke leaves to find out the validity of our tickets I ask to borrow Connor's phone. I call my mom and tell her and she says she'll come to the station immediately to give it to me.
I run outside and wait anxiously for my mom to arrive. Fiddling with my ticket I watch all the cars coming past mentally saying "no thats not a blue Ford Focus. Nor is that. Deep breaths Georgia. Its okay, you'll get the train. Don't worry.." I don't see my mom's car until the last moment and I run up to it. Just the sight of my mom's familiar face calms me immensely. She hands me my phone and I run back to wait for the train.

Once on the train I begin to relax. My brothers argue about headphones and other stupid things but I won't go into the details because it will give me a headache. Now I lean my head against the window watching the world go by and listening to Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton. Seems appropriate.

See you at the ticket barrier,
Georgia xoxo

SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY

OKAY GUYS YOU HEARD IT (READ IT, WHATEVER) I AM SORRY.

I basically have no reasonable excuse for my lack of blogging so I'm just saying sorry. My holidays start tomorrow and from then on I will do AT LEAST weekly blogs :)

Do you still love me? Nah me neither but WHATEVAA

Love you guys
Georgia xxxxx

p.s. BLOG ON THE WAY

Quick Update

Hey guys this is a VERY quick update (doing this on my phone) just to say that my new blog name will be..... *cuts invisible ribbon*
POETS DON'T SWEAR
YAY

New blog name? You tell me.

Heya  guys!! I  know its been too long since I've blogged so here it is: the long awaited blog post.

Recently I have been thinking about my blog and how well it represents me as a person (ikr I am soo deep) and I realised that my blog title doesn't I could have instead.

I came up with something and thought, okay thats perfect, lets change it now!!! But then I realised (it was a very realising thought train) that I should ask by followers first. What do you think of my blog name?
Should I change it? If so, any ideas?

So yeah. This blog post is pretty short but I'm hoping it's better than nothing :)

Peace out, guys!
;) Georgia xxxxx

The Washing Line Storm

We are sitting at our oak dining room table eating pesto pasta and casually discussing the upcoming events of the week when my mother looks up from her meal and says
"All hands on deck!"

In a spilt second we register the chaos that is the storm outside and the impending tragedy of the clothes still on the line.

We run, pesto pasta left in our midst, no time for shoes or coats.

We force our way out into our cupboard of a garden against the wind which is surely forcing us back.

The washing line is in mortal peril and so are the clothes temporarily imprisoned upon it, we tug and grab, unhook and release the clothes. Our view a bedlam of rain spattered clothes and hands grabbing furiously at the same items as each other.

My stockinged feet chilled to the bone, our polyester school shirts clinging to our winter pale skin.

Cries of surprise and laughter at the ferocity and suddenness of the storm fill the whistling wet air.

The storm still rages on, while the sun shines in the far distance. 

Some retreat inside, unable to take the chill and rain.

Three items left on the line, I can barely take it any more, I grab them, clothes pegs twisted into my hand, tights and a pair of odd socks grasped with my shivering fingers, I run inside to promises of hot chocolate and warm clothes.

Only to discover that I am trapped in my school skirt. Hoorah.

This post is a little different to usual and I would really appreciate your opinion, please let me know if you want me to do more like this.