White blood cells, why do you fail me now?

Ahhh, good old blog. Welcome to the time of the year where we go from summer to autumn- and that can only mean one thing.

The flu.

It's been around from the very beginning, and yet we still haven't found a cure. And it's this which makes me question my existence, and the existence of the entire human race.

First, you've got the tissues.

"Oh, what bed? How can I even make my bed if I can't see it? Oh, that's right, there it is; under the mountain of tissues..."

To be honest, I don't think they actually do anything apart from make you look like Rudolph. And they crease really easily- do you know how annoying that is?

Then, you've got the wimps:
(Which is me, but just bear with me, 'kay?)

Apparently, there are two different types of the flu. Regular flu, and man flu.

Regular illness. Macho illness.

BECAUSE THERE'S A DIFFERENCE.

I also got a box of tissues the other day, but no, they weren't regular tissues... They were *drum roll* MAN TISSUES!!!

BECAUSE THERE'S A DIFFERENCE.

This annoys me so much, and I know it's a sort of joke, but when I'm in this critical state of self-doubt and pity- I can't be bothered with man jokes.

The feminist inside of me can't even be bothered to come out and rant about the female influence in the tissue and marketing industry. Don't. Even. Bother.

I almost forgot to mention the fact that you go from feeling like the north pole to goddamn Hawaii.

I ain't messing around with hula skirts, y'all.

No comment, Luce. No comment.

I just want a hug, a blanket, a cup of tea and Netflix. Let's just forget about school.

IF ONLY.

If you see me next week at all: run. Run far, far away. One so that you don't have to hear me rant and two so that you don't catch the plague.

You'll know when to come back because the sneezing will stop.

Fly On, and remember your man size tissues!

Luce the... Goose?

Luce the... Mousse? (Yes, the chocolate pudding)

Luce the...?

Luce 

Yeah, Luce

Luce xxx

Standing Up

Hello! So tonight, you'll be very surprised that I actually have something to write about...

I'm now a proper teenager by the fact I've started my GCSE's- which is annoying, but also, at the same time it's quite cool...

If someone asks why I have no social life, I can now use my GCSE's as an excuse- even though the real reason I have no social life is because I actually have no social life...

Bring it on! 

If you're new to the show, then there's one thing you should know about me.  I'm a preacher. And I'm gonna preach it when I say that I'm very lucky in the school that I'm in. So I think it's important that people, especially our generation, stand up for what we want and what we think is right. 

So yeah, that's my theme for tonight: standing up.

Recently, I've been very annoyed at what other generations think of us. 'Oh, they're always on their phones!' 'Why do they all do drugs?' 'What's wrong with good, old fashioned principles?'

This annoys me so so much because in reality, we're not like that at all. 

First off, we are actual human beings, and we have an actual soul that isn't being sucked away by heavy metal rock bands and spiky jewellery. We can wear and listen to whatever the hell we want- you can't control us, it doesn't matter how hard you want to try. 

We have thoughts, and opinions- and what we say matters. If we're going to be the future, the new you, if you want- then how are we going to do this if you don't give us a chance?

I'm simply asking all the adults out there to respect that and to see that who we are, what we do and what we say matters. Not only to ourselves, but to the future. 

This is getting way too deep now, so I'll change the subject. 

On the theme of standing up, I've done something absolutely crazy recently. 

There's been an antibullying project going on in school recently, on the theme of 'make some noise'...

It's basically a competition where you have to write a song, poem or rap on the theme- record it, and send it off for the chance to win Wicked tickets (I know, right?!) 

So I did the stupid thing and I wrote a rap. As a joke, but it turned into so much more...

The whole year has been involved with recording this rap and filming the video. We finally finished today, but honestly- I'm so proud of everyone that took part in it. And we better win, because I've put in so much effort for this!

The theme is standing up to the bully, and the realisation that everything can be okay- if you believe it will be. 

Seriously, if you're being bullied- you can tell someone. If you're the bully- you can get help. 

If you stand up- whether you're standing up to a bully, or standing up and admitting what you've done to someone else- it's a huge deal, and it's the first step to everything being okay. 

You see the sign far away in the distance? It says 'the land where everything is okay'. And I promise you, one day you will get there. 

If you believe that you can, then you will. 

I hope all of you beautiful, amazing people are okay and please please please don't be afraid to stand up. 

Talk to someone you trust- and if you can't do that, talk to me and let out some steam. 

Fly On, cause you're worth it...

Luce xx

Be Jealous Of My Squad *cringes*

Hello people! Do you still remember who I am? I've been away for so long, but now... I'm back!

I know that I've been away for aaaaaggggeeeeesss; but I promise you, I haven't been doing nothing. I actually lived! (I'm not saying that being on this blog gives me no life, but being away from it gives me time to actually have something worth writing for you!)

It's still the summer holidays for me, I go back in two days (*internal sobbing*) and I literally can't wait for it, but at the same time I'm dreading it. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone again in a classroom, and I NEED to have my timetable before I explode of impatience. But school means homework, homework means tests and tests means that before I know it- my GCSE's will have crept up on me.

If you're having a mental breakdown right now just reading this, there's no advice I can give you. You can panic. It's school. There is no excuse, no way out. You just gotta deal with it, bruh.

Moving away from the headache-inducing madness we commoners like to call school- should we not make the most of the holidays before hell starts again?

I've been busy, let's just say that. First off, I went to the Lake District- and experienced my first proper spa treatment. Now, for the guys out there- this isn't big news, us women (or in my case, teenage girls) love to put horrible gooey stuff on our faces; so why is it such a big deal when someone new decides they like to put horrible gooey stuff on their face too? But for the women, or teenage girls like me, this is like your crowning of womanhood. This is like your first baby step into a big world full of manicure's and weird fish eating your feet and massages.

Because it was me, it was embarrassing. I had a facial, but the thing was: I was very hungry. I hadn't eaten all day, and it was just after what would be lunch time when I had it done. So, of course, my stomach was rumbling. In fact, no, that's an understatement; it was howling away like it was a wolf calling for its pack. And yes, it really was that bad. Needless to say, I won't be going there again.

But that was last week, and this is... well, this is this week. The last week of the holidays, and I'm just dragging it out as long as possible. How come it's already Sunday?!

I had a very Tumblr squad goals week. This week was basically friends week. I had two sleepovers, both of which were just adorable and you should totally be jealous of me. Because I'm exactly the sort of person other people get jealous of...

And then today, it was just like an explosion (LITERALLY; I'll get to that in a minute, hold on to your socks...) of cuteness. One of my friends is a professional runner, and she'd been signed up to do a colour run for a charity she's ran for before. If you don't know what a colour run is; it's basically a fun run where at various points you come to colour stations. You just walk through all these explosions *whoop there it is* of colour and it's really pretty but it also tastes extremely horrible.

It was so fun, and it's the thing every group of best friends should do together. You all need to do it, please, I'm begging you.

I think it's important to have friends. And I think that it's important to stay as close as you can with them. Because they're there, and you shouldn't take them for granted. You've got to smile with them, you've got to have fun with them- because although you've got all the stress from school or from family or whatever, it's still really important to be happy.

And I know that it's probably just a typical teenage thing to say what I've just said (I can feel you rolling your eyes through the screen. Yes, I'm watching you...) but that doesn't mean that it's not true.

I should probably have put that bit in bold. It's like one of those quotes that you hear off a vlogger or someone in an interview or something.

Being weird, I also happen to be very organised for school. All I need now is to do the actual work, but all in good time.

I don't think things are going to be as often on here anymore- but I promise you, I will try my best. I like to fill you in on things, keep you updated, y'know?

So... enough from me, I think. Back to repacking my pencil case, I think.

Fly on, can you see the gates of hell?

Luce xx