Thoughts on The Twilight Saga

Little extra note thing : I dont think that liking somthing means its good. I like sooooo many things that are essentially shit.  But i’m a firm believer in enjoying as much as possible, regardless. Enjoyment dosn’t have to be related to quality. Also if there are any references in this to when i watched it they are now kinda irrelevant because this has been sat in drafts for a while 🙂 

Right, Twilight can inspire three main thought groups (I hope that makes sense, I’m flying a little high whilst writing this). Obviously people have various different reactions, but these are I would see as the main reactions.


2) Meh, Twilight. Simply don’t care.  

3) Fuck Twilight! Absooute bullshit! Fuck it to its core!

Now, everyone is entitled to their opinion. Much power to that. I’m not aiming to change anyone’s opinion, just talking about some thoughts on it all.

I kinda have a few feelings about it. One is that the thought that lets face it, it doesn’t exactly send a great message to teenage girls. Regardless of whether you like it, don’t like it,  or don’t care. It does send a message that you should marry someone who you ‘ve known for something like 2 years, when your 18 and have a child when neither have of a personal income or secure job prospects (that’s perhaps the most mature thing I’ve written and have no idea if it makes sense). If that’s what you really want to do, go for it, be happy, that’s what matters. But it’s not necessarily the best message to give in books and films that are essentially directed at pretty impressionable, quite young girls. In all honesty, I have read all the books and seen all the films. The books, everyone was talking about it and I had nothing to read. Then, it became a matter of just wanting to see it through I guess. Felt like I wanted to see it to the end. I always found it quite entertaining, regardless of its quality  it was something to read and watch. Why not.  

On to what spurred me to make this post, I saw Breaking Dawn (Heh, immature but still funny) Part 2. And honestly quite liked it (however I like most things, and it doesn’t always mean its good), it was better than the previous ones: the writer made it a bit better, the camera work was good, it had a nice feeling and the fight scene was good. If you’re emotionally invested in the characters then the twist will make you happy.

The thing is: Personally, I like the idea of  vampires who can have special powers. I like the idea of the Volturi (Gooogle!). I liked the idea of half vampire, half human babies. I quite like the whole wolf, vampire pact thing. I like the gathering of friends from around the world to protect said baby.  But, it just doesn’t work. A good part of it is because of the way its written, it made in to a poor tween fiction series. Some of the ideas were good, but they weren’t executed right to start  with. 

I can never think how to end a post or start a post, in the same way I never quite know if I start and end conversations in the right way, assuming there is a right way. Then again, I never know what I’m doing in the middle of a post or conversation either so I guess I’m just kind of clueless.  What I mean to say is for now I’ve run out of things to say, I cant think of anything I want say on twilight at the moment. May add in future if I have an  epiphany on the matter. Anyways, yeah, done writing. I’d say farewell, but that might seem a bit strange.

So, Toodle Pip!!



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Not Quite A Post.

Not sure if anyone is reading this blog, and so not sure if this post matters but oh well. 
This is not really a post, more of an update really about how few posts their have been recently. I guess I kind of wanted to apologize to the non-existent readers for not posting more. I shall be doing more soon. I aim to do at least one post a week but recently that’s kind of gone to shit (bad language?)  The not posting shall be rectified soon as possible.  So yeah. Not really sure how to end this, so if you’re reading this, hope your well, hope you stay well and hope your happy. 

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Just retyped up some thoughts from my computer.

I have such a fear of posting online, of posting online in any situation, even if posting anonymously. It most likely scares me more than socializing with friends. Because people don’t have any connection with you, they don’t like you, they have no reason to pretend to like you, they don’t know you, and they can and will say whatever they think about you. But that’s the fantastic thing, people say what they think and they mean. It gives you a place to speak your thoughts. It’s just bloody top hat tippingly marvellous. And then there is the posting on Facebook, that’s a whole new level of terrifying what the fuckery. I do have Facebook, I tend not to post much and when I do I have to revise it repeatedly, and the moment I’ve clicked “Post Status” it I wonder why I posted it. . It’s such a pointless collection of posts,so many people who crave attention, who feed off it, they sink to the lowest common denominators to get the attention. (Didn’t know you did maths? I don’t do it well.)

Oh wait, I’m afraid I have a nasty surprise for you. (Excited! I’m sure it’ll be loverly though). Assuming there is a you and therefore assuming someone is actually reading this shit. It’s probably not worth your time, and for that, I do apologise and if you feel like leaving at any time, please do. Anyway, I was on something about a surprise, the surprise being.

Another rant, oh joy joys I know. It always feels good to rant everything out, people should certainly do it more often.  

What is the point of life? Proper cliché question, I know, I know. (I don’t think cliche should be a negative word. Most of the times cliches are labelled as such because they’re common, but doesn’t that mean they’re more true?(Thank fuck that you get it!) Because they’re relevant to so many people.) But, like, you finish college, either go to work, or head on to university. If you’re lucky you get to go hitchhiking or travelling. But most can’t afford it. So, you go through university then you get a job – got to pay bills and that – then you settle down, find a person who you care about but may not love. Then comes one kid and maybe another. And then what? You just move in the pattern, getting steadily and steadily more dug in to it. Sometimes you see your friends but not often. You’re too tired to go out for a walk, to see a film or even to read. You just sit in front of the tv/computer doing nothing. Wake up, take the kids to school, go to work, come home, cook for the family, help kids do homework, get them to bed, watch TV, go to bed, go to sleep. That’s it, day after day after day. Then when the kids leave, you and your partner don’t have anything to say, it’s been so long since they spent time together they don’t know how to behave around each other, how to act. So, why do we do it? Because that doesn’t sound fun, it sounds terrifyingly mindlessly mundane. And it won’t change, that pattern will not change for years, and years, and years because the society we live in promotes this. They show it in a wholesome loving, even glamorous light, and this routine will continue through the ages. How can that be all someone wants from life? Maybe it’s just me, but it just marvels me, I guess I can see the temptation, but it’s just so repetitive, so endless. 

I think that’s probably all there is, only if that’s all you make of it. It may seem like a pattern from the outside, but it could just be doing things you enjoy, when you can and following the structure of things you have to do. Indeed it could and i appreciate that, i think people should do what makes them happy, this was a very small observation or thought that doesn’t represent my full opinion on the matter. Simply something i typed out one day.If you question things and aim for enjoyment, rather than material things, than I reckon it’s more worthwhile, less monotonous. Most certainly!  Interesting stuff though, let’s hope it inspires some comments (hint hint). 


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Aiming for Instabilty

So I study Psychology and have been thinking about mental illness quite a lot recently (Interesting subject, very interesting topic). When I consider subjects I often think about the different terminology within them and analyse things I find interesting. I like your approach. 

Recently, I’ve been thinking about the term ‘mental instability’ and it’s opposite. Although most people would define it as ‘mental illness’ if you think about it there’s a lot more to it then that.


Firstly, it carries a lot less serious connotations than ‘illness’. You can be ‘instable’ without being ‘ill’. But can you be ‘ill’ without being ‘instable’? I think probably you can.


‘Stability’ is linked to lack of change and staying in one place. Isn’t that kind of a bad thing? Surely you can be ‘stably ill’ with no chance of recovery? Whilst if you’re ill and unstable, whilst this means you could make a change for the worse, you could also improve?


Also, isn’t change what helps us grow and improve as people? Because how can we move forwards without moving at all? (Only on escalators, floor escalators (apparently named moving walkways) and they aren’t even relevant).


So those people who smugly look down on the majority of the hair pulling masses because they’re ‘stable’ better start looking up in my opinion.  Obviously, we all have things to learn from each other, but those of us who are instable are surely more open to learning? Because we’re forever rocking backwards and forwards, round and round, questioning the ground beneath us. Questioning the things that hold us down. 


And, in my view, it’s the unstable that are funnier to be around, because they’re always changing and adapting to new situations. You never know what to expect when you’re talking to a nutter. 


That last line was purely for effect by the way, but also to show how easy it is to label. And how easily it roles off the tongue. 


So I’m going to make a decision, I’m going to decide to label myself before others can, and I’m going to be stably unstable. Because I have no idea how I want be, or what I will become, but I know I don’t ever want to be finished changing. I never want to be held down by the confines of my own personality and what people expect of me. I cant seem to find a suitable way to fully express the fact that I agree with you. 


Stably Unstable. 


It’s the way to live (Amen! (to show celebration rather than relate to religion)). Accepting that I get upset, and I don’t always know why. That I feel happy, when it would be more socially acceptable not to be. And accepting that it’s all part of me, and that sometimes unpredictability can be good.



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My First Post

Note to Pseudonym : That was one freaky noise, I kept hoping NPH would turn up in a car with shrooms and we’d go on  an adventure.  Aha, people going to find this kind of stuff weird if they don’t read a lot. Oh well though, that’s their fault. We’re having fun. 🙂 

Also, I think I managed to post it in the right place. Fingers crossed anyway. Yayy, we so good at computers!

Right, first post, part of me feels like its a momentous occasion (hell yeah gurll!), and part of me feels like no-ones going to read this so why post anything about anything.(Bit morbid aha). But there has to be a first post, if you don’t have a first one, then you cant have a 2nd one, (yes, I typed 2nd because I swear I’ll spell it wrong otherwise and look like a small brained twatnose (you never sound like a twatnose! I find brackets inside brackets confusing for some reason..)) or a 3rd one and so-on.

Alot of my posts will be pretty varied. Anything from about how i dropped my toast to my view on politics and the meaning of life or some shit.  I’m kind of assuming and hoping that no-one will read this, because if people do, then they can judge and say mean and hurtful things  and that’s never fun. Just pretty upsetting. So if you do read this and want to say something unnecessarily hurtful, please don’t. Just close the page, problem solved.

Assuming people read these posts, and keep reading them for some peculiar reason here are some titbits (or is it tidbits?) (I vote titbits) of possibly helpful information. I will use a fair few naughty swears in my posts, there may even be some references to drugs and alcohol – oh how very scandalous (ohhh), I thought I ought to warn you, don’t want your panties getting in a twist, or your bison’s getting in a jam. (Ahaha, like this!) If you have any questions about or any issues with anything I post, please comment, email  or whatever (you can find the email in the about us). 

I have no clue how often me or Pseudonym will post, um, hopefully at least once a week. Maybe more, or maybe less.  (I’ll aim for one a week to start with, unless I’m inspired to do more. But we’ll get the feel for it soon I’m sure).

If you’re still reading at this point, thank you for reading, I appreciate it, you’re just completely swell!! And I promise i’ll try and make future posts a whole load better. (Yeeehaw!) 

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New Years Resolution

Just note to Anonymous first: I kept imagining that beeping sound from the takeaway was going to happen on my walk home. (ahah, hell yeah, can imagine that was freaaakkkyl) Was convincing myself a minialienspyship was following me around occasionally reporting hidden messages to it’s home planet trillions of light years away. (I completely agree with that theory and think we should right a detailed paper on the matter. )

Also, WordPress is now a shortcut for me, right next to Tetris 🙂 (of course! quality shortcutting my friend)

This will go in ‘Random Rantings of a Speck-filed mind’ if you know how to put it there. (somehow completed it!)







Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away I stopped giving a shit what other people thought and decided to talk in my own way. (its a great way) As you may have guessed, I’m not actually referring to some alternate version of reality here. I’m talking about the here and now. About me.


My language will be that of truth. I’ll say what I want to say when I want to say it. For example that happily ever garbage I just spouted. I said that because I felt like it and I personally found it funny. (it was) Freeing too; speaking your mind.(Amen sister) Though in a way I guess not, because I’m trying too to be ‘myself’ that I’ve just created my own chains.


I can talk in everyday code when I want to. I know to say “fine, you?” when I really mean “terrible but you don’t care and I don’t want you to”.  I know to nod graciously when I receive the same reply. (Social routines, gotta love ’em)

“Excuse me” is not-so-secretly “get out of my way”.

“Thanks, I love it” actually means “Thank god, you remembered the receipt this time.”


But we don’t say that. Because we don’t want to hurt people’s feelings. Even if this is the tenth useless thingy-ma-bob that sticks to the fridge they’ve bought you. Even if the world is all black-and-blue from trying to apologise it refuses to stop. 


That’s what sets us apart from the animals; the lengths we go to lying to ourselves that sugar coating makes life better. When we all know it rots your teeth and makes you sick from the inside out. We get angry when people lie to us but we do it everyday in our head and our hearts. So I’ve made the informed decision to stop. I saw what we’d become and realised it was a joke. 


So I’m going to start treating life in the way it deserves to be treated.


“Again I must remind you that:

A dog’s a dog, a cats a cat.”

T.S. Elliot, The Ad-Dressing of Cats

(good times, good book)



So I’m going to start having fun, treat it how it be, yaknow?

I might even make a glossary, all the everyday lies I notice. All the things that just mean another. Obviously I’m not going to call people up on this. It’s bollocks, but society needs it to function. 



I’m just gonna enjoy stepping out of it for a while and taking a look at things. Behind a glass shield, hidden from the rest. Understanding the barrier between us.

Doubt it’ll take me long to fall back into the monotonous pattern of stepping on my own toes to get out of others way.


I’ll see if I can send a report from the other side, adios amigos. 

Be back soon, no doubt.

Wish me luck? (the best luck of all luck)


 (Loving the New Years Resolution, and number theme.)

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Good Morning World *coughAfternooncough*

We are here, to vent and rant and chat and bollocks. We’re lovely people, i swear. Can’t vouch for our mental stability, but then who can seriously?

You may have noticed the mutli-coloured tendencies of our writing. This is because were racially sensitive, and one of us may possibly have been dipped in chocolate or dirt at birth, it depends how you want to see it. We’ll let you decide which one it is (it’s the one with the bad grammar).

What we’d like to do in this section is to introduce our blog and let people know what kind of thing to expect, however we have no idea what to expect ourselves, so this incoherent mess will have to do.  

I guess a lot of things in here, could seem or sound offensive – they are not meant to be. 

Most blogs will be written by one or other of us, but now and then you’ll get the honour of seeing us in action together. Most blogs will be shite (but humorous, hopefully). This line is essentially to emphasise that most blogs will be shite (but humorous, hopefully)

If anyone is actually reading this, feel free send us a message or email us a questions ( 

Disclaimer: Nothing we write should be held against us or taken too seriously. Most of it may be the products of drug-induced anger. We’re good people, promise.

For the record, all names and places are made up due to keeping our anonymity. (That’s a big thing for us here at PseudonymsAnonymous).


Colour-code explanation:

Red- Anonymous

Blue- Pseudonym

Purple- Joint effort

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