Everything that is wrong with the cinema

I don't recall getting on a plane this evening, yet somehow I ended up watching Captain America: Civil War in Antarctica...

I mean seriously, has anyone that works at a cinema ever actually sat through a 2 hour film? Because they have the air-con blasting like they're showing a 4D documentary on the Sahara desert or something.

Almost freezing to death however, was not the first issue I faced this evening. £3.50 for a bag of peanut M&M's is a joke, if you don't go to the closest B&M, Home Bargains or Poundland before the cinema, to stock up on snacks, then should you even actually be trusted with money?

It's been worse, much worse, I've had backpacks full of sweets, chocolates, drinks and even a KFC snackbox stuffed into my coat pocket once before and been allowed in. But NO, today they decided to check my bag, £3.02 I spent on that popcorn and drink! And they took it all off me! As annoyed as I was, I understood, I understood that it was their policy and that technically I should have just bought everything from there and not been a tight arse (but that's just not me)

I understood, that was, until a guy strolls into the screening, not a bag in sight, a large McDonald's cup in one hand and a McCafe bag in the other... I'm sorry, but is this a joke? How the hell did you manage that one mate? To make matters worse, he was row S seat 17... And here's my ticket

I have never felt the urge to go to the toilet THAT badly, that I had to leave midway through a film I paid £6 to watch! So why is it, that approximately 85% of the audience tonight where playing a game of musical chairs? 

One women stood up, shuffled right the way along her row, shout-whispering "Sorry", "Thank you", "Sorry" as she went, she then walked all the way down the stairs, right up to the screen and attempted to go out the fire exit... At this point I'm left wondering 3 things. 1) That door has a huge green sign above it saying exit, not a stick man wearing a skirt, how did you confuse it with a toilet? 2) You clearly did not enter the room via that door and considering you passed two lots of toilets before reaching screen 7... are you okay? 3) WTF just happened to Ironman?!

There is one kiss in the film, which lasted about 3 seconds. Tony Stark also pulls up in a Audi R8 at one point. How are these events related you may ask? At both points of the film I was taken from the antarctic, to a classroom filled with toddlers who had just learned how to whistle. A monotone wolf whistle to my left, another tone-deaf stuttered attempt coming from my right and what sounded like a gassy fart from the front row. Now lets all calm down and leave the sound effects to the professionals shall we.

And lastly, quite possibly the most irritating, most frustrating, most obnoxious part about the people surrounding you in a cinema is the noise of their existence. Without sounding too unreasonable, I came here to watch a film. I did not spend just under £10 to listen to your impression of Darth Vader, your clueless friends non-stop questions or your son rustling around in his popcorn like a fox through a dustbin.

Thanks so much for reading guys and gals! I'm hoping most of you could relate to this one and that you found it somewhat entertaining haha. Speak again soon!

Love Rosie x

P.S; The film was actually really good by the way! Forgot to mention that haha

You can do ANYTHING if you... copy

Now I'm really not the "sexy cat" kind of gal, however I was told that we could dress up for work on Halloween and I didn't exactly want to scare away the customers (that is, anymore than my makeup-less face usually does haha) so I decided to search through YouTube and try out some different styles of makeup the night before, because, lets face it, a nose, whiskers, and pants round my ankles isn't exactly my style. 
So "What's pretty, presentable and suitable for Halloween?" I thought to myself, and this is where innovation struck me like a bolt of lightning "A CAT!" ... Brill, absolutely brill.
But, as I said, a nose  and whiskers wasn't going to cut it, and who's even scared of a frigging tabby cat anyway? So I decided to be a leopard! (I think it was a leopard anyway)

---- May I just make a disclaimer to warn you all and apologise for what you are about to see. I've always been blonde and so have my bloody eyebrows so, being used to them being invisible, when Jemima646 told me to make my brows "BIG and BOLD", in her Sexy Cat With A Twist video, I literally made the biggest, boldest and oddest shapes around the 6 visible eyebrow hairs I have ----

There was a party that same night, and I wasn't sure whether my boyfriend and I were going, as we both had work in the day (I was only working until 3, he was there until 9 in the evening bless him). However I wanted to go, so I saw this as a 6 hour window to create a Halloween costume he couldn't refuse (although that sounds pretty dirty, I assure you this makeup look wasn't exactly a turn on haha)

1, 2 or 14 video tutorials of bullet wounds, zombie bites and stab wounds later and away I went. I struggled, using eyelash glue and toilet roll instead of latex, red nail varnish instead of fake blood and a Sharpie instead of a black coagulant, but I got there in the end!

I messily threw my hair up, put on some standard clothes, created a bruise on my collar bone and voilà! It ended up looking pretty damn good, I was very proud of myself.
Oh, and it worked, he saw me, was very impressed, asked to have something similar and off we went to get drunk with a slutty nurse, superman, Skepta and many others!

(The handsome guy with the fat head is my boyfriend, beautifully modelling a stab wound to the face.)

My school also does a day for Children In Need where all the sixth formers dress up. Now mine and my boyfriends costumes in year 12 were good, don't get me wrong, but the emphasis was more on the costume (and posture) than the makeup and special effects.

Following Halloween this year I was on a bit of a hype, excited to play around with makeup a little more and see if I could create something even better than a bullet hole made of tissue. Harry and Marv... The bad guys from home alone? You got it! I saved one photo onto my phone and then just free styled it.

Well, I think it went quite well, if I do say so myself 

Year 12

Year 13

I apologise for not having artsy shots, on a white background, these were all taken before my blogging days. I also apologise for some of the filters; I was young, naive and gagging for more than 10 likes on Instagram haha.

Thanks so much for reading guys and gals, I hope you enjoyed it! Speak again soon :)

Love Rosie x

I never eat McDonald's...

From what age would you say you're old enough to start deciding what you eat, wear and do? I'd say about 11? Okay, well after seeing a mighty 2 fights in my town centre before the age of 11, I had told my mom on numerous occasions that, no, I was never EVER going to go to town on my own. Although that may seem ridiculous, I  remember each incident clearly.

It all started with the pool of "blood"

It was like any other Saturday morning (tbf I'm just guessing it was a Saturday) my mom and I were going to town to get some new school shoes (again, that's a guess), just as we're leaving the car park I see a pool of blood! (it was NOT blood) After trying her very best to console a 9 year old me, by telling me that it was just Coke, my mom took me to Claire's Accessories and bought me some clip on smiley face earrings in an attempt to take my mind off the whole traumatic incident! It clearly didn't work, as here I am, 9 years later, recalling this story to total strangers, reliving it as though it was yesterday.

(It probably was a Sunday actually, because parking's free on a Sunday, but whatever)

Millie and Claire

There I was, minding my own business, tucking into a white chocolate Millie's cookie after slurping down my mint choc chip milkshake, and my eyes, ears (all sense but taste really (that Millie's cookie was gooooood)) are drawn to the opening of Claire's Accessories. OMG get me out of here mother! Scratching, biting, hair pulling, punching, kicking, the works. Lord almighty I was scared! These two girls were having a full blown scrap in front of bloody Claire's Accessories. There were children crying, elderly people fleeing, adults tutting and most importantly crumbs falling... Getting so caught up in the palaver, I had failed to realise that my cookie was falling all over the floor! So not only had my innocent mind been overexposed to real life, down and dirty, violence, I'd also been robbed of half of my cookie! WHAT A DAY! 

Now if that's not a reason to never EVER go to town on your own, I don't know what is.

If I were a boy...

This time it wasn't just my mom and I, my dad and brother were in town with us too. We walked, clueless and innocent, into River Island that afternoon, carelessly browsing the rails of menswear, upstairs. After buying my dad a new wallet and my brother a belt we headed down the stairs, with the intention of leaving the shop. Haha not today O'Grady's, you can't get away that easily! It was as though fate was telling me to buy that pink stripey blouse my mom had been forcing me to try on (did I mention that I dressed like, looked like and resembled a boy until about the age of 15?)
WHAT A RUCKUS! There were about 6 young boys crowding around one other punching, kicking, head butting, biting, hair pul... you get the gist. They were basically just battering this poor kid! Being the over-sensitive, town centre-hating, child I was I genuinely shit myself (not genuinely ffs), we were trapped! I couldn't handle it, my impressionable little mind and delicate little eyes couldn't take anymore, I just headed up the stairs and started looking through the rails... nothing but a bit of retail therapy to cure PTSD :)

I digress... as usual. At the ripe old age of 11 I was ready to take the world head on, starting by facing my fear. First stop - Town Centre. With my cousin (who was also 11) by my side I stepped onto the number 3 bus, chatted as though I was fine for the whole of the journey and then froze. Right in the bus doorway, I froze, too scared to get off the bus! I got off eventually and saw no fights or signs of violence for the entirety of my trip, I was a changed girl (/boy). From then on I was going to town every weekend; shopping, going to restaurants, bowling, the cinema etc...

Not once, since that fateful day at the age of 11 until August 2015, did I choose to buy a McDonald's whilst in town (McFlurry's don't count okay), I had the freedom of what to eat, wear and do what I wanted and not once did I eat there. Everything about the place made me sick in fact! From the idea of it to the smell of the restaurant, I just couldn't hack it... It repulsed me. And I took pride in the fact that never, had I EVER chosen to eat McDonald's...

On Wednesday 16th September 2015 I started my part-time job

Haha, bit of a nonsense post but I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks so much for reading guys and gals, speak again soon!

Love Rosie x

The start of something new

Ayy straight in there with the High School Musical reference

So this is where it all begins I guess.

Some may call it procrastination (namely my mom) but I feel as though being committed to a blog will help me be committed to everything else... hopefully!

Now, I'm not talking relationships. I can hold a friendship, I'd like to say I'm a damn good friend! That is, once you get past my extreme social awkwardness and shyness and I actually let you get to know me.

No. I'm talking about commitment to work, school work... eurghhhhh

I'm 18 (as I assume you guessed from the title of the blog) and currently finishing my second year of A levels and omg, I'm just the laziest person in the world. I mean, these exams are coming at me, full speed, head on, they're literally on top of me. And here I am, starting a blog.

Enough rambling, well, I say that but all I really want is to say hi.

My post's are going to be on coping with stress, staying healthy mentally and trying my very hardest to not become overwhelmed with the impending doom that is exam period. But not just that, I want this page to be upbeat and enjoyable for you guys to read! (Although the topics I just said I'd focus on don't quite seem too happy or exciting haha) I'm basically just going to keep you all up to date with my life and hopefully write posts that are relatable and entertaining.

And I said enough rambling... oops haha

Anyway, to finish off I'll tell you a little bit (more) about myself:

• My name's Rosie O'Grady (no relation to Paul)
• I'm from Wolverhampton, a terrible little city right next to Birmingham, England
• I once broke my collar bone, whilst being trampled by a group of 8 year old boys
• I also once fell backwards off a trampoline, splitting my head open, on a toilet
• I have no idea what I want to do with my life, however I will hopefully be studying biomedical science at the University of Chester for the next 3 years of it... after that, who knows?

 I think that's about all for this post, thanks so much for reading guys and gals, speak again soon :)

Love Rosie x

(haha like the film^)

P.S; I spell checked this before I posted it and found it quite hilarious that the word blog is considered a spelling mistake... on blogger. Just thought I'd share that with you haha