Conflate
Now that I am nearing my GCSEs my teachers have picked up the annoying habit of informing me how much work we all need to do at home for every lesson. Twenty minutes on one subject, ten on another, at least once a week- just to keep it fresh in my mind. Jesus shit, I'm tired enough already with the regular amount of homework and the insane complication that the normal lessons have taken on.
Anyway, an important realisation has formed in my mind. After watching this weeks episode of the 15th series of Strictly (well most of it, two hours of irritating people cause my brain to explode) I have discovered that I am, in fact, a fangirl. I used to pride myself on not being anything of the sort, but now, I must confess, I always have been. From my first episode of strictly a special place in my heart has been reserved for Anton du Beke. He is the most charming, adorable man I have ever laid eyes on. Maybe he isn't as 'fit' as the other professional dancers, but it's Anton. If I were ever on Strictly I would beg for Anton, the older ladies don't really need him as much as I do. Because it is a need.
Today I also reached a dark pit of youtube, where I ended up listening to women/gay empowerment songs. Not my usual picks but who can judge me at 12:00pm, alone, sitting in a dark room. They weren't too bad if I'm honest, a lot of lightly clad women dancing with other barely clad women singing with lovely scenery behind them. I'm in it for the costumes if nothing else. Much better than the crap that is playing on Jules Holland at the moment that is becoming an invading presence in my life. Why are the worst songs always the one that becomes the dreaded earworm?
As it is now past midnight, and my arm hurts from typing onehanded, I'll end it there with the fact that conflate is my favourite word today.
