May...

This year, may has been such a busy month for me. It's been crazy!

This month I've completed all my exams in my first year of sixth form, but the one thing I did wrong was going out on a girls weekend before hand, which meant I got back home a day before my first two exams. Now I'm starting to wonder whether it was a good idea, actually I know it wasn't a good idea.

The weekend I went on was with a group of women from Cardiff aged 18-60, it was amazing, the girls are the funniest people I've ever met, as the youngest, I felt quite awkward at first, I didn't know anyone, but after a while it was fine. The worst thing of the weekend is that two of the girls ended up in A&E, which was scary for them because we were in a completely new place. We went to western super-mare.

The whole point in the weekend was to play skittles, a game that is sort of like bowling but slightly different, with a smaller ball and heavier skittles. Anyway, this was new to me, everyone else on the team of 20 had played before, I hadn't, I had no idea what I was doing. The first time I played, I was terrible, I think it was because I was sober, the times where I wasn't so sober, I played brilliantly, I ended up coming third out of 500 people which was weird, I won a medal which was brill!

On the first night, it was just a night of drinking, the only problem for me is that I drink like a fish, from that night onwards, I was known as 'Dory', not only because I drink like a fish but I would wonder off and get lost and talk to completely random people. At one point I had 19 girls shouting 'DORY! WHERE ARE YOU??'. Obviously no one helped because they didn't know who dory was.

I'm the sort of person, not to big myself up, but I make friends really easily. I literally talk to everyone. I mean the barman even gave me a nickname. I'd never met them before but they found me really friendly, the banter I had with them was great! 

One the second night we had to dress up, I wasn't particularly happy about what we dressed up, one because they had done this the year before and second, it wasn't very creative. We dressed up as people who would go on 'I'm a celebrity...get me out of here' it was great fun though never the less. That night was the best night, I loved it. It was crazy. Everyone loved it. Although it wasn't that fun on the coach drive home, everyone was hungover like hell. We all looked like death. I think the team infront of us on the coach hated us a little bit considering we were so loud just to piss them off.

Now next year is booked and I'm so excited.

Anyway, I got home a day before two of my religious studies exams, I felt like crap, I don't think the first one went so well, the second went slightly better thank heavens.

My exams are all finnished now, so I have a holiday until the 11th of June which I'm enjoying spending time with the family.

So may has been a weird, stressful but wonderful month for me! And to Finnish off the month, going to a theme park with two of my faves was brill!

Family favourite.

So this post is about one of my cousins. I have talked about her before in an other post 'Love'.

I talked about her habbit of getting a different boyfriend every few weeks.

Anyway, this cousin is on my mums side of the family, my mums side is a lot smaller than my dad's, he has 6 brothers, which leaves me 16 cousins and 17 great cousins on his side. Whereas on my mums side, I only have 5 cousins.

I don't know if I have mentioned before, but I really do not like my mums side of the family, I hate them and they hate me, that's the way it has always been. The five cousins have always been my nans favourite, when around her they act so innocent, but when in real life they are the most horrific people I have ever met, it's hard to explain to my mum because she, my nan and my auntie (their mum) think they are perfect, they are really not. Take one of them for example, she's about three years younger than me, she's a bit larger than everyone else. She always plays the 'I'm always bullied at school but never do anything wrong' card. Her story is wrong. I see her about school treating people like they are so small, she's horrible. Her head of year teaches me, he doesn't know she's my cousin (I don't tend to tell people) and he goes on about her saying he really doesn't like her because she's such a horrid person. The family don't know this because they can't see the way she is in school, they see her as so perfect and she can't do anything wrong. I hate that.

So the cousin who I want to talk about is the same age as me, we have always hated eachother. Again, she was always the favourite one in the family, the pretty one the lovely one (so they think) and the one who couldn't do any wrong in their eyes.

See, I don't like to lie to my family, so if I were to do something wrong, I would come clean about it. Not her, she would lie so that she looked good or so she could look like the victim. I remember one time she got together with this boy from school, he wasn't one of the normal guys she went for, he was nice, I liked this one, he's a nice boy, he obviously didn't know what he was getting himself into. Anyway, they were together for about a month before my perfect cousin got bored and decided to go looking for someone else, while still going out with this one. She cheated. She did something wrong. She hurt him. When they eventually finished after he found out how much of a bitch she is, she went home and told her family that he hurt her, he cheated and that he treated her like shit. I knew this wasn't the truth but no, not anyone else, they all believed the perfect girl they think she is.

Out of the two of us, I have the brains, she has the looks, but doesn't care about her future. Well why would she? The rest of her family are on the dole, letting tax payers pay for them to live. Not me, I always had the ambition to work so hard to be able to have an amazing future, this doesn't matter to my family. My brother is at university, while the cousin the same age as him is in a local pantomime. Who do you think is the favourite? Yes, you guessed it, the cousin. Anyway, both me and miss perfect did our exams last summer, fortunately for me I got much higher grades than she did and managed to get a place in sixth form. She didn't get good grades, somehow she managed to get E's and U's in all of them. So when I decided to celebrate my success, my mum and nan told me not to, simply because it would hurt my cousins feelings, because "she's not very good at school, she can't help it". NO. That was not the case. I was in her year at school so I knew what she was like, it's not that she couldn't do well, she didn't want to. She was only concerned with getting a new boyfriend, bitching, falling out with her friends and popularity. But the funny thing was, she wasn't popular, she has three friends because nobody liked her because she is a horrible, nasty person. 

One day, I punched one of her friends because she asked me for a fight and didn't think I would do it (she regretted it). Once my mum and auntie got hold of this information, they both decided to gang up on me, which I understand because it was wrong to do it, even though she deserved it. I can't remember a lot that they said to me but one of the things stuck, because it made me laugh. The conversation went something like this

Her: "You're a nasty piece of work, this is why you have no friends"

Me: "I have plenty of friends!"

Her: "yeah because their all horrible like you"

This made me laugh so so much, which didn't go down well, because I have a large group of friends who are such lovely people, just because I did one stupid thing. My friends and I are horrible. But the funniest thing is that everyone hates my cousin and she only had three friends and her mother couldn't see that. I don't think I laughed so hard in my life.

This brings me to now. I am now doing my a levels, hoping to go to university next summer and I have a job. What's she doing? Well she was in college studying hair and beauty, which she's terrible at, the way she makes herself look is rediculous. That's not the point, a few weeks ago, I found out that she's pregnant. I'm 17, she's almost 17. She's been with her boyfriend for three months and she's keeping the baby. This makes me happy, it sounds horrible but we've hated eachother since the day she was born. She's ruined her life. She's dropping out of college and getting a flat with her boyfriend. She's going to be just like her older sister, on the dole as a young mum letting other people pay for her to live. This is shameful. But what I really want to know is of she is still going to be the favourite when I become more successful. We'll just have to wait and see.