This is Justin Bieber programme...

Happy ginger.

I'm home from University! That can only mean one thing, more food, more love and a television. I have come home with a horrendous cough though, and my Dad has already told me 'If you cough one more time you can pack your bags and go back to Leeds.' Not bothered about him though, it is all about being reunited with my dear cat. As you can see by the picture, she loves me, and I love her, and we are a beautiful couple.

No love like ours.

So part of why I was so excited to come home was the fact I could finally watch live television - I'm not a real couch potato but you don't realise how frustrating it is when ITV Player take more than an hour to upload the latest episode of X Factor - and you don't want the results to be spoilt by Facebook or Twitter. Now for people that are reading this and thinking 'she clearly has no life...', then you are right, and I don't care.


So there I was last night, flicking through the channels, and I stumble upon the absolute gem that was 'This is Justin Bieber'. It was the hour before the X Factor on ITV, so I decided to try and stick it out for an hour. 


What a bloody long hour it was.

Let me touch you!

After having Reggie Yates chatting away like this 12 year old child was like God, we saw the 'man' himself on stage. I couldn't even hear the songs he was singing because these girls were screaming the house down. If Justin Bieber came anywhere near the audience, they would scream and cry and try and claw him. If these girls ever watch themselves back in a few years time, I really hope they want to crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment. 


I can genuinely only see myself putting my arms in the air and jumping and screaming if someone held a gorge cheesecake above my head.


Anyway, one feature they did was of these 2 girls who had been taken into a room and told that there may have been a mistake and they might not be able to get tickets to see the concert - basically to them it was the end of their life. Really cool and casually ( or not ), Justin Bieber opens the door, says 'oh sorry wrong room', and leaves the girls going oooooo aaaa ooooaaa aoaoaa (or something to that effect), and he walks back in, gives them the tickets, and hugs one of them who is sobbing like a relative just died. Sorry, really? Why are you crying? You've clearly become overly obsessed with this person and you'll be so ashamed when you realise you cried in front of him, and then the people around you will never let you live it down.


Clearly I wasn't overly impressed with the programme. Was anybody?


On a brighter note, I'm going to be 20 next weekend. Does that mean I can't act like a teenager? 


On an even brighter note, it's Christmas sooooon! My favourite time of year. :)

Shocking.

There I was, minding my own business, surfing the Daily Mail website (as always) and I saw a story that really got to me. 


Anorexic was a day from death after being called a fat ginger cow. Now Annabel is a healthy, happy, hairdresser

This poor girl was taunted at school from when she was 13 about having ginger hair. Obviously, as my blog title suggests, I am also part of the ginger crew. 


When she was 16, Annabelle was taken to hospital and came within an inch of her life; her weight dropped down to just 4lbs 13 pounds, all because of bullying stemming from her hair colour. Now, many people will read this story and not understand how much people can get to you about literally anything. When I was at school, I remember being teased about my hair, and always grew up with the mentality that I hated it.  This was only due to people having nothing else to do with their lives than to try and put you down about anything at all. People can call you fat, ugly, spotty, whatever they believe will get you down the most. Why would anyone want to do that? I can't say that I ever experienced being bullied to that extent, and I had other distractions in my life to ignore people who would try and put you down. People can really be cruel.

You can be happy and ginger!

But today, people tease me about being ginger but I don't believe they really don't like my hair, I mean, its a colour, it isn't smelly and horrible and makes you put off your dinner. The truth is I love my hair - it is different and stands out more than the classic colours that everyone else sports. It seems funny now to think I used to be surly and 'yeah right whatever' when adults used to comment on how much they loved my hair, it is funny how people see things differently after they get older. I love it when people talk about my hair, because to be honest it means they are looking at something that I like about myself and it makes me feel happy they noticed it - not many people comment on a brunettes hair in everyday conversation.

What I found most shocking about this story is how far bullying can take you, to starve yourself (in this case), and in others it even makes you take your own life. I don't believe we should live in a world where everyone sees eye to eye and if you do something to warrant people to be horrible to you then that is your own doing as you made that choice. If you are born with something or acquire something as you get older that someone picks on then they truly are a disgusting person and should look at themselves closer to find what they are so insecure of themselves. I know this is a tiny bit deeper than my usual blogs but I use this site to express how I feel when something has caught my eye, and this definitely did. No one should be teased about things so minute in the grand scheme of things - there really is better things to be worrying about in the world, and it is truly sad it takes people years to realise it.