Really I felt like killing them at that point. WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY EVEN JOIN, THEY’RE LUCKY THEY EVEN HAVE SOLO’S, IF THEY WANT TO SPEND THEIR SUMMER FUCKING ABOUT THEY SHOULDN’T HAVE GODDAMN JOINED THE PRODUCTION.
Of course, the parents are slightly too enforcing, wanting their children to excel in everything, well sorry Mom, but they’re not. They’re fucking about and acting like it’s a joke, I felt like telling them, that if they want to take this as a career, this whole thing will be far worse.
We get in trouble because we’re not doing it well, when we are and they’re the ones day dreaming about barbie or what the fuck ever. This generation gets worse and worse, and if I could I’d bang their heads out with my lecture about respect. They have ultimately NO respect, and decided to fuck up not only the show, but my song?!
I don’t even know why kids are in this fucking show, I love kids usually, but this is all too much, fuck their mom’s “Oh yes, Martina is very talented, you should here her sing” More like you should here her fucking whine like some kind of demented whale. I know all parents really love to encourage their children, like when your child’s kind of an idiot and you tell her she’s smart, but that’s why they get big headed.
I mean don’t get me wrong, telling them, that they are doing well, is nothing wrong, but don’t flipping feed their already enlarged ego! My Mum is kinda what you’d call a “harsh” person, but she isn’t. She tells you the truth, literally she’d tell me if I wasn’t capable of doing this and that, and you know what, thanks to her, I’m better off thanks to HER.
So my message, is that I’m pissed off, and I’m ranting. If ya’ll got bored, I don’t blame you. On to some more stuffz, besides kids, too much kids on the brain, need to get my head out of there, it’s the weekend, relaxation time.
On that note, my last post was pretty intense and I’m sorry if it bored any of you out there, I’m not sure if you guys noticed, but I’ve changed a lot since the last time I posted, which was in december. I started realising things, that maybe I shouldn’t have realised. But I did anyway.
Im still that jolly person, but I’ve decided to become slightly more attentive to who I speak too, and what I say around them. I’ve learnt to be more positive, and according to Chase, all this change makes me “sexy”.
What I like about Chase, is that he really doesn’t give a crap about what people say about him, and that takes a lot of guts, to me, what people think about me, is important, I feel that I need to make at least slightly a good impression. However, I do wish that I could loosen up a bit.
But we all wish things, that we want to happen, and that’s only if we make them happen.
There’s something funny about Chase. What I’m trying to say is that, when I’m with Chase, I feel slightly more confident then I usually am, I feel I can do anything with Chase around me, like lets say there was, I dunno Justin Beiber infront of me, If Chase was next to me, I’d probably be able to tell him right to his face (Justin Beiber’s Face) that he sucks and I don’t like his music. Without Chase, I’m not sure If I could pluck up the courage to do that.
He makes me feel like I can do anything that I want to do, he makes me feel like I’m my own person and that if I want that to happen, it will happen, and that feeling is amazing. He’s always encouraging me to go out there, to be more sociable, and I do try, but it’s better when he’s with me.
That guy is truly magnificent, and I’m glad I found him, perhaps not at such an early age, but he still helped me with so much stuff that I felt I could never be helped with. So thank you Chase, and I’m glad to say that you’re my boyfriend.
Really I wasn’t planning to get a boyfriend, but I did have a crush on Chase (and his amazingly cute australian accent) mainly because he’s seriously good looking, I’d give him a 9 and a half out of 10, and I’m pretty tough to impress.
So far with him everything is like Candy, short and sweet and simple. And that’s the way I want it to stay.
~Philippa
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