5,00 Words? Is that all?

Today I was carrying on doing my Extended Project (EPQ) to help me get into university. I’m doing it on Henry VIII and Stalin. I remember when i was starting it I asked my tutor how my words and she told me 5,000. I remember getting so cared and wondering how U would do it as I never wrote an essay that long before. 

But today I was checking my word count and I am on 2,570 words excluding contents page, foot notes, comments of my tutor etc. I am now really worried as I have so much more to write about. My tutors told me not to as she will be able to tell me what to take out and it’s always easier to have to much and take stuff out rather than not enough and have to bulk it out. So she has put my mind at ease. 

I just think its so wierd the way 3 weeks ago I was worried I wouldn’t write enough and now I think I’m going to go over.

Thanksgiving

In England the 28th November 2013 is just any other day . But I know many people in the USA will be celebrating Thanksgiving. I don’t know much about the holiday apart from that it is a day when people are thankful. I know there are many things in my life for which I am thankful. One of them is the response I’ve got off having this blog. THANK YOU everyone who reads, likes and comments on this blog. it means so much to me and I have started to feel like I fit in this crazy world somehow.

I want to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it and happy normal thursday to those who don’t. 

Facebook Rant!

I love using Facebook for three main reasons:

  1. I can chat to family and friends simply and for free. This is especially useful for my relatives who live in America and Australia.
  2. I can find out what people are getting up to
  3. I can get more lives on Candy Crush

But sometimes things about Facebook to rile me up. Over the weekend I went away so I couldn’t watch the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who. I have loved Doctor Who for years now and have seen even the old ones, so I was devastated I couldn’t watch it on Saturday. But what got on my nerves the most was I couldn’t go on Facebook until I had seen it. I can understand that people want to talk about it but they don’t have to put on the whole story line. I also made the stupid mistake of going on Facebook early on this week and found out a character had died on another show. Not saying who to ruin it for anyone. It was not even a special episode  of this show like the Doctor Who one and To people really have to post “OMG ____ dead!!!!!!!”. It just winds me up how people do this.

Is this a problem for me or do other people find this really annoys them?

Sticky Tape?!

When I was depressed, I needed a coping mechanism. That’s when I turned to self-harm. Many people don’t understand why people do it or why they can’t stop, but just like smoking and drugs self-harm can become an addiction. Thankfully I was able to stop, and it’s been over a year since I last had thoughts of self-harm let alone actually doing it.

Unfortunately my past has left with a collection of scars near my left wrist. These scars are very noticeable and I often get questioned on them, to which I tell people that they are from when I fell over in the past. But many don’t believe me. I even had one girl ask me every time we got into a conversation because she didn’t believe my explanation I gave her. But I’m glad I didn’t give into her pressures like I had done in the past and she never found out the truth. But I hate lying especially to people I’m close to and my family.
But my mums a nurse and she said that on the NHS you can get it covered up. So today I went to my Dermatology Hospital appointment. When I got in the room I was made up to find out that the doctor I was seeing was my GP up until she left the practise when I was 14. I loved seeing her again and she was really helpful. She’s assessed me and found out I qualify for this study to get make up to cover up my scars. But she also said she wants to try this other thing that she normally gives out to people in my position. So I put my left arm and I was shocked when she stuck what looks like sticky tape on my arm. My mum explained that this can help with scarring. It has hidden my scars but I now have to walk round looking like I’ve stuck cello tape to my arm.
At least I only have to wear it for 24 hours