Boys.

Okay, so here I go again, but don't start having rage moments at me because of the title - I'm not just an about all boys, I'm on about that minority that think they can treat girls like crap and lie to everyone and think they can get away with it, so unless you're one of those boys reading this then you shouldn't have a problem - Most guys are pretty cool. Oh yeah, it's 'boys' because any of them that think they can treat people so badly obviously don't deserve to be called 'men' or even 'guys'.

So, in my opinion, you can tell these guys from a mile off. That self-assured, big-headed, arrogant, 'I always have something better to be doing' attitude. Take heed and steer clear my dears! (Unless you're into that sorta thing, but why you would be, I'll never know).

Past first-hand experience has taught me what to look for in a guy, and what to stay away from. And a recent experience that my friend had with a boy, just added to that list of 'don't go near him or else ...' So I'll give you a brief, no names mentioned (apart from maybe one) run-down of the story.

My friend Michelle* went out with a boy called Sam Wilson. She was soooo loved up, and it was her first proper, serious relationship. And guess what?! That stupid boy treated Michelle like absolute crap - he beat her up, cheated on her, lied to her constantly, made her do stuff she wouldn't usually do .. And he has totally ruined her life. And the worst part is - he still thinks he can have her back (she finally saw sense and finished with him - wooo!). He sends her texts, expecting her to reply, he keeps getting his friends to send her messages, trying to persuade her of 'what a great guy' he is and she'd be 'stupid not to take him back'. Well, I'm sorry, but he's obviously not a 'great guy' and you're only sending Michelle that message because you think it's going to get you somewhere.

So that was a pretty brief story there. Let me warn you - if you see a guy in the Leicestershire area, that has an abnormally shaped head, with abnormally large ears, and that whole arrogant, 'I always have something better to do' attitude then stay away - It's for your own good, male or female.

But enough about that, let's finish on a good note. We all have those bad experiences, that shake us up, and put us off trying, but you have to take the good from the bad. You'll know in future what to stay away from and what good things to look for in a person. Again, I'm not bragging or anything, but after all of my past, I've now found the single most amazing man ever, and there are simply no words to describe how utterly amazing he is. He's smart, he's funny, he's sensitive, he's caring, he's just ... supercalifragilisticecsbealidocious (that's what you say, when you don't know what to say - Mary Poppins. And yeah, it's probably spelt wrong, but never mind, you get the idea.) And I love my gorgeous, super-amazing boyfriend so much, and I never want to lose him, ever. I don't know what I would do without him.

Spread the love guys,

Frankie

x

Kids.

Eugh. Where to start with this one ...

So, kids are great - when they're asleep. No matter how old they are (I'd class kid as up to the age of 16/17, because even then some of them are still complete nutters to be polite) they still manage to be annoying in some way. Here's a run down of what I think:

New born - 1 year = Wake up, cry, 'feed me', 'burp me', 'change my nappy', sleep and repeat.

1 year - 2 years = THE TERRIBLE TWOS ! Need I say anymore?

2 years - 3 years = Ga ga, gu gu, 'I can almost talk so that gives me the right to slobber everywhere whilst trying to crawl and falling on my face'.

3 years - 4 years = 'I CAN WALK AND TALK ! Try getting away from me now ...'

4 years - 5 years = 'Woo ! I'm a big boy/girl now, I'm at nursery !'

5 years - 6 years = 'WOW ! BIG SCHOOL !'

Now, skipping a bit, because not much happens between 6 - 10 years, apart from 'I'm being bullied' or 'He pushed me first !'

11 years - 12 years = 'High School ! ... Oh no .. Loads of homework !'

12 years - 13 years = 'Wellll ..... this is fun ...'

13 years - 14 years = 'Woah, the years have flown by !'

14 years - 15 years = 'Oh my gosh ! What do I want to do with my life ?!' Here, you have two types - Child A - 'I'm going to work really hard and do well in my GCSE's and actually do something with my life.' or there's Child B - 'Oh yeaahhh mate ! I is well 'ard and I don't give a damn about my education or my life !'

15 years - 16 years = 'Woah, I should have listened to those helpful people last year, I'm doing really bad' or 'Wow ! I'm so glad I chose to do this, it's so good, thank goodness for those helpful people last year !'

16 years - 17 years = 'Okay, GCSE's passed (or failed) so now I'm going to go to college / sixth form and do my A-Levels (or carry on screwing my life by 'getting a job')'

So, you can see where the issues lie within my mind. I was minding my own business walking through the foyer at college the other day, and the year 7's or maybe 8's were trying, and failing, to stand single file in their tutor group lines, and so were causing chaos. I just happened to be carrying an open can of Coca-Cola that afternoon, so maybe you can guess where this is going, and maybe you think 'Oh my gosh ! That's shocking ! She threw Coke all over a young, sweet, innocent year 7 or 8 !' Well, let me tell you, neither year groups are innocent, and I didn't throw Coke over anyone. What actually happened was this ..

My friend, who is extremely vertically challenged, couldn't get through the crowd of kids, because they kept pushing each other around, so I thought 'I'm going to help my school mate get through to the other side !' as I am quite tall, especially compared with the little kids. I held my can of Coke in front of me, and shouted 'EXCUSE ME ! Thank you ! EXCUSE ME ! Thank you !' and so most of these kids moved out the way, as I was so polite. But then, out of no where appeared a FLYING child ! And he was flying because his 'oh-so-cool friend' had decided to push him into me, to try and make themselves look good, but hey, guess what ? That plan backfired ! As the pusher pushed the pushee into me, he hit my arm, and in the hand on that arm, was that dreaded can of Coke. It was almost like a slow motion piece of film footage - as he hit my arm, a rather large amount of that Coke splashed into the air and went all over the pushee. This did make me laugh rather a lot. And ALL of those kids that saw this happened were all ':O He just got coke all over him !' and just to check, I stopped half way through the crowd, looked down, smiled, and said 'Oh good, as long as it's not on my coat' and then carried on walking. I'm not bragging or anything, but it sure was a pretty smooth move on my part. Oscar worthy I think.

So yeah, rage over.

Frankie.

The Government.

Alright, so today at college, we did a bit of Economics in PD (Personal Development, basically 'preparing us for the future') and it was one of the best lessons I'd ever been in. Our whole tutor group were full on debating whether different taxing situations were fair or not, and to be honest, in the end, we all decided that TAX ISN'T FAIR and we need a new government who actually know how to save our economy. We all discussed so many things like the EU expenses, immigrants, or if you would like to be politically correct - 'newcomers to the country' - recycling, the taxation bands on income tax .. And many more !

And, also, not bragging or anything, but I was cheered on to put myself into the election for Prime Minister. I think that's a good thing, even though, no matter what the PM does, there's still going to be some people in the country that could do your job better, 'cos that's how life is.

So yeah. just another rage about how rubbish our coalition government is, with old 'feed the rich, take from the poor' Conservative Cameron and 'I'm going to lie about University fees to get into power' Liberal Democrat Clegg. I think we need a government that knows what the majority of the public want, and will spend the tax payers money in the right sectors, and WON'T use it to have extra, unnecessary houses and pay for their throw cushions and dog food ! And also, will tax all different income bands a fair amount of tax so the poor don't get any poorer and the rich just pay their way and put something back into our economy.

Yes, I'm only 16, and you might think 'What does she know ?!' but, you know what, I'm very opinionated, and that's why I created the blog - to rage about things that I want to rage about because they annoy me and make me want to debate it - so if you don't like it, go away, and don't complain.

Cheers for reading guys,

Frankiee

Where to start ...

Okay, so ... Here I am - finally starting a blog after threatening to for months.

The names Frankie. Nothing more, nothing less. I just wanted to start a blog just so I could go off on rants about things that annoy me. My friends get a little bored with my random rants about random things, so I thought a blog would be the answer. I'll keep you updated on whether or not it is the answer to my rage moments.

Just to let you know in advance that this won't be some amazing blog that will be hilariously funny, it's simply a rage blog. If anyone has any views that they'd like me to rage about, feel free to comment and I'll try my best to rage at them.

Thanks for reading,

Frankie.