Family Wedding and various troubles

In August this year I went to my first family wedding. It was your traditional big white church wedding that you see on TV and for the most part it was fun, but for the price that my aunt and her husband were paying I expected a bit more.....

Sinister Jesus of the Church of England is coming for you

To be fair the ceremony was beautiful but the church was creepy inside (it wasn't a Catholic church so I didn't know what to expect), there was a large statue of Jesus hanging above where they were standing and it kind of brought along with it a different mood, it looked almost sinister.

I bought a camera so that I along with the professional photographer she had hired could capture these memories, but he never took any pictures while they were saying their vows, I found that a bit odd, I also found it odd that there was no "You may now kiss the bride" line, I videoed the full vows just for that moment but it never came. The ceremony was quite short so we weren't bored but the priest was very cheeky and not in a good way, when my aunt was doing a run through at the church some days before and asked in front of the people there for £600 and on the day of the wedding asked all the guest for a small donation, in my book that is an A class cunt.

Bride and Groom say their vows

I did better than the photographer 

After all of pictures in front of the church it was off to the venue where we were bound for a fun filled family day, the venue itself was supposed to be a hotel but I didn't expect it to be so small again they paid quite a bit of money so I expected a biggish room but to be fair it was a bit cramped, we had to wait for quite a while for our food, but in that time it was an opportunity for the adults to get the drinks flowing (myself included with my various small bottles of Malibu that would slip into my coke) The food was good and that is something that cannot be faulted, with the sit down three course meal came with it various free drinks including bubbly and wine for the adults and a glass of coke for the kids, even after the meal there was a free cup of coffee or tea (probably to sober you up for a bit before the night do started) 

Proud of you Granddad for such an amazing speech! 

My granddad did the best speech out of everyone, he said a short but sweet piece and even quoted me in it, which I was very surprised to find the meaning of later on, but the best man which is supposed to be the one where all the nitty gritty stuff came out, was in my opinion very boring, his jokes were very flat and he didn't speak loud enough for people to actually hear him and don't get me started on them punch lines cause he just didn't deliver as well as he probably thought he could.

Damn right we are table number 1!

Pretty top table, the blue and white is consistent

I'm currently having cake withdrawals because it was that nice.....

After all that was out of the way, we were placed in the compartment next to the room where we had eaten for it to be transformed from day to night, there was a small outside bit where all of the smokers were located (There were a lot) and my mothers surprise for the guests arrived, a magician! (who specialised in card tricks) who was not fond of children oops! This wedding was like a child's party, all of the bride and grooms friends had kids and of course they were all there and followed the poor man around like a mother duck and h(is)er ducklings.

My 18 year old brother even got up for a jig (middle)

The night do was more like a kids party than the wedding, if it wasn't for the colour coordinated decorations, wedding cake and the DJ constantly reminding people that this was "Michelle and Steve's Wedding" then you would have thought there was going to be a round of pass the parcel, I think I spent majority of the night staring off into space than actually doing anything, there was various bits keeping kids entertained while their parents got pissed including a photo-booth, chocolate fountain and all the kids party classic songs including Gangnam Style, Cha Cha Slide and the Macarena

 There was also not one but two dances. The first was the romantic first dance to none other than Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud and then a Father daughter dance to Robbie William's Angels, it was a beautiful sight to see and even the cutting of the cake seemed like a very special moments.

A kiss and a cuddle on the dance-floor

Goodbye my daughter

Hurry up so I can eat

All in all my first big white wedding experience was quite good, although I'm still upset that I was not asked to be a bridesmaid and my younger sister was I had more fun than I thought I would, although I do think my aunt should have took up my granddad's offer and just got married in Spain, I think that the day was so special and beautiful that you could forget that the Grooms not so nice family didn't make an effort as much as our family did, but we are glad that he is the new addition to our family.

Unconscious idiot drank on an empty stomach and passed out in the car 

Is this just me?

My reactions generally turn out to be rants because why not?

I have a really big problem with people using the wrong terms for certain things, especially if it is something that interests me and I am very passionate about, so passionate that I get really hostile towards people.

My one true problem is when people use the term manga for a non-Japanese graphic novels, I have seen this used several times especially on websites for publishing houses, online book shopping and book discussion websites. And it annoys me to the point where I just want to slap them in the face with an actual book, a really heavy hardback book! I know that there are some graphic novels that try and take on the manga style. but manga is a comic created in Japan, by a Japanese artist in the Japanese language adapted from a style developed in Japan in the late 19th century. 

It would be like saying that a Marvel Comic book is the same as the Twilight graphic novel or the Walking dead comic book, the fans know the difference why can't other people do the same with Manga?

Vice-versa manga sometimes getting classed as Graphic Novels and Comic Books it is not the same!

It is the same with Anime, for example there is a 3D children show on Netflix called RWBY which my 10 year old younger sister has been watching, she knows all about Anime and Manga, she even did a PowerPoint presentation at school about it, but she is under the impression like so many others that it is Anime. It is NOT Anime, Anime is Japanese Animation it follows the same criteria as Manga, RWBY was created by an American Company, it is influenced by western views therefore it is not Anime, it doesn't matter if they adapt the Anime characteristics it will probably never be classed as Anime by Anime fans, it is a cartoon made for American children in America

The same with Avatar and Legend of Korra, many people do consider it to be Anime because of it's heavily influenced style but yet again it is not Anime because of who the target audience is and where it was produced, many fans still debate whether on not it can be considered so but the majority vote would be that no it is not Anime.

Learn the Difference you fool!

For those who wish to further their knowledge about what would generally be accepted as an actual anime you can read up about it here http://myanimelist.net/forum/?topicid=141101

Cześć Poland!

From the 5th to the 7th of February, 2015 I traveled to Krakow for a short, experience type of trip thing, a short break away from the stress of University and everyday life.

I found it to be a very eye opening experience, especially at Auschwitz, I had always known it was going to be a very hard day to get through, but I refused to cry instead I thought about what those prisoners went through.
It snowed on the day at Auschwitz, to say it was cold would be an understatement, it was truly freezing. The first camp didn't even look like a death camp, because it was so well kept it was hard to believe what went on, there were some points where I felt so overwhelmed I felt sick, seeing the possessions of the victims of that horrible place really made upset, especially the hair. out of respect I didn't take any photos of the possessions because that would make me feel like an awful human being  but the memory alone was enough to never leave my mind.

The Entrance to the first camp. 

We went onto the second camp that same day, the atmosphere instantly dropped when I got of the bus, this was a place where you could feel death, the place was so quiet it was haunting. There was hardly anything left of the second camp, there had been a flood there the previous year and because the buildings were so fragile they had to be held up by large foundations. we were not able to enter through the main section because it was the week after the memorial and they were still taking things down but it didn't matter because going through one entrance or another it was still the same place and nothing could change that.
As we walked along the path, the same path those prisoners took all them years ago, I could feel the sickness again, it was the same sick feeling looking at the possessions, as we looked at what was left of the gas chambers covered by the snow the sign that was just in front of it suddenly moved, it was heart-stopping, there was no wind, just snow.
The last place we visited was one of the buildings used to hold the victims, it was cramped, cold and damp, it was no place to hold people, it was more like a chicken coop. There were markings on the walls, initials and names, most likely from the people that were there.

At the second camp in Birkenau.

When we arrived back to the hotel, my auntie phoned my mum, I knew that if I would have spoken to her I would have cried, not once did my auntie ask if I was OK and I was thankful for that, I'm too obvious with how I feel it shows on my face and to be asked it I was alright would have set me off and I think if I would have cried I never would have stopped. We went into the town, we got lost and thank the holy heaven a nun was there, she pointed us in the right direction and only 10 minutes later we were in the center, there were so many side streets one after another, it was like a maze of discoveries, everywhere was beautiful.

Krakow center,

The next day it was another get up early and go type of day, we went to the salt mines, they were beautiful especially the church in the mines.
We had to walk down 50 flights of stairs, it would have been awful to walk back up them especially since walking down them was so dizzying.
I could not believe that we were so far underground, it was magical to look at, the water was very pretty, you didn't know where it started and where it ended, apparently the water was very deep but it looked so shallow but it was 100% salt and you could neither swim in it nor drown in it.
We found out that the church was actually being used, it could hold weddings and there was even a mass on Sunday's, there was even a grand light show.

Literally everything was made out of salt.

I will always remember Poland as both a magical and eye-opening experience, I hope to visit again in the future and stay for much longer it was a trip I would recommend to anyone.
(I hope I don't offend anyone. If I have please let me know)

First post has to be a rant of course

Helloo~

This is my first post but it will be more of a rant because I am so mad right now!

I'm really having problems at Uni, I've looked past so many things about the course; the teachers not turning up on time, not really giving much input and telling me where I went wrong, the course not giving me a clear path of where it may lead to. Things like that I can get over.

BUT!

What I cannot get over is asking for help and never receiving it, I understand that at Uni you are supposed to do independent learning but sometimes you cannot find the answer yourself and when your whole class is kind of at a stand still at the same point you need your teachers input.

I asked for the help a week ago, and I do understand that teachers are busy too but, here I am still none the wiser and my work has to be in soon.

Things like this really make me want to cry, but as always I will have to push on and try to do the work as best as I can.

Don't give up students lets all cry together when this is over!!