A Little Less Conversation, A Little More Action Please

Firstly, if you didn't sing the title in a Tom Jones style, please get out, sing it, and come back in.

Thanks.

(hehehe)

I decided to do something different for this blog and upload some art stuff I have been working on, so here goes:

ART

EYE can see you...

Will you be my VALENTINE?

BUTTERFLY fly away

Apparently...they have no faces...

lol wut

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Story Time

Today's procrastination, involved a lot of lazing around, watching TV and writing this here story. 

I hope you like it, and would love to hear some feedback in the comments!

Plastered Plastic

A bead of sweat accumulated among her Barbie Blonde fringe and slowly edged its way down her face, trickling past her mascara covered eyes and percolating through her blusher painted cheeks. However hard it tried, it could not penetrate the thick layer upon layer of various assortments of powders, creams and glitters that had been thrown over her face in a thick glop. Her natural chestnut bob had been distorted into a blonde dip – dyed frenzy of curls that fell upon her shoulders with a sense of importance and looked perfect - Not an attractive sort of perfect though, a forced one.

She had slipped into a tight dress, the colour of an artificial sweet of some sort, and had put on a pair of 5 inch wedges that were barely hanging onto her petite feet, by a thin leather strap that had been chucked over the top. The dress was literally clinging to her olive skin, much like how the perfume that had been poured over her, was still clinging to the room. She hated every part of this big ‘Dress Up’ game, the pageantry, the bogus atmosphere, the type of contestants, the greyhounds of photographers ready to pounce on the tiniest of mistakes and the snooty air that the judges radiated but the thing she hated most, was the shear fact that she couldn’t do one thing about it.

            ‘Tanya, what do you think you are doing?’ shrieked Madame Croft, her manager, with the intense fury that you only see in ravage animals waiting to tear their prey apart, limb by limb. ‘Sit up!’ she cackled again sounding a lot like a manipulative witch staring into a cauldron of horrors. “We must work on that absolute lethargic posture of yours!” She reminded Tanya of some sort of Doctor Seuss character with her curled upper lip and beady eyes. She had an arrogant aura, the impression of importance just glared through her.

Madame Croft perused her surroundings, checked that no one was watching, and thrust her gnarly fingers across Tanya’s wrist (the only limb on her body that wasn’t inhabited by some form of chemical wrapped up with a pretty pink bow) and emphatically dragged her over. In doing this, Tanya fell over her own wedges and tumbled hard onto the unforgiving tile floor that lay beneath her, emphasizing her pain with a deafening thud. “Well look what you have gone and done now, you stupid little girl” she yelled as she yanked Tanya off of the tiles and shrieked more about how she’s now ruined her lipstick.

After pinching her cheeks together and applying yet more makeup to ‘fix’ her face, she started to back out of the room. Tanya inhaled sharply every step Madame Croft took, until, without warning she spun around and eyeballed her, as if she was staring deep into her soul. In a malicious tone she growled “You better win this Tanya, darling, or else it’s my neck on the line and I won’t be happy. Understand?”, and with that she was gone, thankfully taking her arrogant ego with her as she strutted off.

The girls all lined up in rows, eight by three, and had to stand on the exact point they had been given, as if not to get too close to the ‘perfect’ bubble that surrounded the other contestants. They were so perfectly ordered, as though a firing squad were lined up in front of them, ready to shoot if they so much as smiled or moved, and this stuck fear into Tanya’s core. She felt so used, like someone else’s artwork on display, and she didn’t enjoy it.

A gust of cold air flew through the large, double – bay window sending an eerie, and chilling shiver down Tanya’s spine. Girl after girl was strutting up the catwalk, smiling, posing, waving, laughing, doing whatever it was that was needed to make you get noticed. Tanya felt like she had to do something, to prove that she was not just a piece in this game, that she wasn’t just an object to be moved around like a puppet. That she was a human being in herself. She started to scheme with the girl next to her and together they had formed a plan, one that would prove themselves to these sick people. When Tanya’s name got called, she seized her sidekick’s hand and together they walked up the catwalk. With no expression on their faces they reached the raised platform at the other end, they didn’t smile or pose and carried on walking.  They walked through the crowd, the benches at the back of the room and straight out of the Auditorium doors at the other end. It felt good. It felt like they had won.

Social Media

Welcome everyone, to this blog that I have entitled:

 'The Perks of Procrastination'

After jostling it up with 'Lazy Days Spent', 'JustYourAverageBlog' and 'Miles of Clouded Hell' (Short  song quotation from It's Time - Imagine Dragons) it somehow just came up as the one I filled into the box that said 'title here'.

Why Perks of Procrastination I hear the probable 1 person that could be bothered to get this far down the page cry. Well, the answer to that is simple, yet complex, all in one. Procrastination is all around us, you shouldn't be reading this blog here now, you probably have something that needs doing. I shouldn't be writing this blog now, I certainly have buckets of revision to wade my way through. And so, fellow reader, we are all procrastinating right here and now. However perhaps this blog you have stumbled on could be a certain 'perk' to this procrastinating enjoyment. 

Now, I'm no genius to writing blogs, but a topic idea for my first blog post really did strike me as difficult to choose. It was either me sit here and just furiously type an essay full of words about me, for you to read, but hopefully that will all be found out through all of the blogs. I could have done a '50 FACTS' tag, but that just seemed to cliche so to speak. And so, I settled on the 'Social Media' idea, as you can learn a lot about a person through their 'mediums of media' (hehe) and such without really knowing anything about them. Also it gives me the opportunity to dust off my reviewing skills for various applications on my phone.

...So here goes nothing

Social Media

I like every other teenager have got some sort of social media on my phone. From sending horrific selfies to each other via the medium of snapchat, to having my own little profile on Facebook, I am all over social media. 

On this very phone, I have Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, Pintrest, Youtube, Snapchat, Spotify, Blogger, Email (not really sure if that one counts but oh well...), BBM, iMessage and Whatsapp just to name a few.

I think that for today I will do a very short review on just 'the big 5'.

Facebook

Facebook used to be such a good form of communication between people, and allows you to upload statuses and photos to your profile for all of your friends to see. Did you spot the 'used to' in that sentence? 

With adults invading this platform of old brilliance, and usually posting 'morning after' statements every single morning, teenagers from across the world have fled the site in sheer terror (not really, but we'll go with that) in search for a more 'cool' place to hang. 

Facebook, I'm sorry, but 3/10.

Tumblr

I love tumblr, well who doesn't, right? The harsh truth is, a lot of people don't, and I think I can see why the don't. 

Tumblr is like an alternate dimension of cat memes, fandom raving and 'hipsta' quotes. It literally consists of 95% those 3 things and 5% other.

Tumblr, for expressive teenagers 9/10

But sadly, for the greater good, 6/10

Instagram

Instagram is the picture medium in which users upload photos in return for likes, followers and 're-grams' (like a less famous re-tweet basically, like the Louis Walsh to Simon Cowell if you will). I think that it is a great platform for photos and communication (allowing you to 'Insta-Direct' someone and talk with only that person, or larger groups of people if you so wish).

But unfortunately unruly fathers are battling their way onto the site, and although you can turn their accounts to private whilst they aren't looking, they find a way to change it back every time. They are multiplying by the second, with their 'hilarious' embarrassing dad photos.

Dads, stop killing are platform! 6/10

Snapchat

Snapchat allows you to send 'Snaps' to either 1 person, a group of people, or everyone in your contacts by setting it as your story, for a set period of time ranging from 1-10 seconds. Once this time has ended, the recipient isn't able to access the photo or video.

This is allowing millions of teenagers worldwide to take the most horrific double-chin selfies and not care if their friends see them. However then we have to take into consideration the dreaded 'screenshot'. Yes, people are notified by the system when someone has 'screenshotted' their photo but it doesn't do anything to stop them from happening!

Snapchat, Snap out of Screenshotting (Did you see what I did there!?) 8/10

Twitter

What can I say about Twitter that people don't know already? Twitter is in some cases the only circumstance in which parents and children can both have accounts on the same platform. Celebrities have accounts on twitter. You can chat, post statuses, videos, photos, personalise your profile, what isn't their to like? 

Anyone Can Use It and pretend to be ANYONE.

It's horrifically addictive.

140 Character Limit makes all spk lyk tis.

Obsessive Hashtagging.

Twitter - 9/10