Feminists: Yea Or Neigh

Okay so I'm going for a fun new font just to shake things up a bit, I know, I know I am one cray-zeeee mufuckka.  

Anyway as of late certain news articles, yik yak posts and celebrity interviews have got me thinking about all kinds of important things... one of the big topics buzzing around on the internet is feminism and let me tell you this: people are very opinionated on this topic.  

I just want to point out that this post is like focusing on extreme feminism: you know, the type: the free bleeding, nipple exposing types of feminists that are constantly clogging up social media because it is always the overly opinionated it tend to get noticed most.  

So I'm just going to say it:  feminism is a bit of a joke isn't it?  

#Controversial 

Let me explain why.  So feminism is meant to be focused around equality and women's rights but like honestly it just seems like most of the time it's just an excuse for people to grab a torch and pitchfork and recreate that scene from the start of Shrek.  And once these people get started you literally cannot say anything without offending them!  

This is the part where you run away

I 100% agree with the ideas behind feminism but at the same time, as someone who sails through life with an IDGAF attitude it's just hard you know.  I personally am all about the lols, I am not easily offended and I think that is why I have such a hard time with feminism.  You can't joke about a girl being a #sluuuut without being chastised for 'slut shaming'.  You can't want a guy to hold the door open for you or want to be a stay at home mum without being judged.  Honestly, yes there are problems out there relating to equality but as far as the crazy go-hard-or-go-home approach to not offending anyone is concerned I think this has less to do with gender issues and more to do with that fact that some people are just kind of dicks.  

And what is with feminists hating on everything men do?  Like literally what is the point in pretending guys don't have problems too?  Ignoring the problems works in some situations.  For example: to strengthen friendships according to L (although I think this is stupid), when you don't have enough money for a pizza but you buy one anyway or when one of your fave shows is going downhill but you have nothing else to watch.  But ignoring that fact that things aren't perfect for the #lads out there just because you think men are the nefarious spawn of Satan is just another reason why hardcore feminism is 12/10 on the annoying scale.  
Feminism is mean to promote the idea that women can be whatever they want to be so if a woman wants to be co-dependent or doesn't want to be a feminist at all then shouldn't that be supported?

I mean it's kind of true

I just seems like some of these people are playing a bit of a victims role, like half of your problems are either A) society issues rather than gender issues or B) due to your lack of personality or you know C) not even problems at all.  

I'm not saying that things are perfect or that maybe some things could change but what I am saying is that some guys and girls say nasty things about women's looks/sexual habits/abilities etc and some guys or girls do the exact same thing to men too.  Yes society has set extremely high expectations on woman, mostly on their looks.  But on the flip side guys have extremely high expectations set on being manly or on their jobs/earning.  And if feminists are trying to have woman viewed as more than just their looks (which i do agree with) then isn't that also kind of increasing the pressure on woman too, like now woman feel like they need to be more independent and like they have something to prove etc.

It's time for life advice

Basically yes I can see the the positive sides to feminism to an extent, yes this post focuses on the extremes and looks at the negatives more than the positives but can't we all just agree that sometimes life sucks regardless of your gender.  Lets spend less time complaining about the problems and more time enjoying ourselves because in like 100 years its pretty much guaranteed that everyone reading this article will be dead regardless.

The moral of the story is when you look at the face of evil, evils gonna look right back at you.

Evil will do that to you, it will do it every time

The moral of the story is also why nay when you can neigh!

Sassy pony

xoxo
Queen G

(disclaimer: I wrote this for the lols, don't know how to write about anything serious, I cant read)

Is Ed OK?

Okay so if you know me at all then you'll know that I love Ed Westwick so much!  But what used to be feelings of admiration and oh-my-god-I-want-to-marry-you have now turned to feelings of concern and they aren't too far from those of a concerned mother.  You see Ed used to be one of the greats, he was the Jack Dawson, king of the world standing Titanic's bow, of teen dramas.  Ed portrayed Chuck Bass in the CW's Gossip Girl.  Chuck was a boy billionaire who thought of nothing other than himself, sex and money and throughout the 6 years that Gossip Girl reined the small screen Chuck grew and developed as a character (Fun Fact: during this time he undoubtedly fell in love with Leighton Meester but it was an unrequited love, how tragic) .  Chuck was one of the most popular characters from the show and he initiated many young teens sexual awakenings and to this day, largely thanks to Netflix, he continues to be on many youngsters I-would-bang lists.  

So how does the actor who brought thee Chuck Bass to life, a star of such a successful teen drama end up having to send out a change of address card because he's moving away from cloud 9!?  On the surface Ed seems to be doing just fine but let me tell you this he is not.  He is the Ross Geller of fine, and to all you poor unfortunate souls who for whatever godawful reason haven't seen Friends 'Ross Geller fine' is not fine at all!  

Item Number 1

Who posts this type of picture of themselves?

So like Gossip Girl is over, the movie role offers aren't exactly rolling in and you're starting to get a bit nervous about that fact that you perhaps shouldn't have bought Jessica Szoewhogivesacrap that expensive book about how not to cheat on your boyfriend because you're going broke.  I mean I could see how that could do things to a guy but I wouldn't say that setting up an international T-shirt business is the normal, natural response.   And sure the tshirts are for charity and sure it's all fun and games but like the way that Ed promotes them seems a little desperate and a bit like a cry for help.  Almost as if he truly believes that he is Chuck Bass and there is only the one of him swimming around in the sea, desperately looking for Blair Waldorf and wondering why she doesn't call, doesn't write... why she's living with that guy from that show, you know the one, the less extreme Gossip Girl of California.

Item Number 2

"Gotta look where you going" -
Ed Westwick 12 May 2015

So again I would say that really there are two options of what happened here.  Either A) Ed sat on  his phone and made this fun edit of himself or B) He google image searched himself and saved this picture off of the internet.  Next he decided to upload this picture to his Facebook, twitter and instagram pages with the caption which is below.  I mean I don't know if it's meant to be an inspirational quote or some legit life advice.  Personally I think it's a shout out to Adam Brody like either he is saying "yo man I'm coming for you, get away from my girl" or he is saying "one minute you're happily married, living on the upper east side with a child and the next thing you know some punk steals your girl".  I don't even know but it just doesn't seem like the kind of thing you upload of yourself.  Ed, oh ed.

Item Number 3

Are you guys on Twitter?
Find me there @EdWestwick or link in bio

So then Ed uploads this fun selfie because that's what everyone on the brink of a breakdown does.  Oh my life is falling apart, but first let me take a selfie!  Honestly when a screen legend, THE STAR OF CHALET GIRL, needs to beg for followers that's when you know!  I can't even say anything else.  Except at least this proves that, even if only every now and then, Ed knows that he is Ed Westwick and not Chuck Bass.  Because L and I are genuinely concerned that sometimes he struggles to tell what is real and who he really is.





Item Number 4

Thinking...

And finally there is this picture, captioned "Thinking".  And honestly I think this is sort of #relatable because honestly Ed, you got me thinking too.  You got me wondering about what you're thinking, and what you make of what's happening to you.  Are you ok?  

Please call me when you have found yourself, I understand we can't be together just now.  You can't love others until you love yourself.  



I cant help but wonder:  Are Ed's social media accounts being run by 14 year old fan girls?  



The moral of the story is somewhere beyond the sea I'll be waiting for Ed once he is ready to say goodbye to the Bass, the only Bass in the sea according to his Tshirts.

Yes of course I own a tshirt

XOXO
Queen G

10 Reason Why Spirit Is #Relatable

Boom bitches, I'm back.  So lately B and I have been making our way through our long list of starbuck lovers no I mean ex-lovers ugh third time lucky, our long list of movies we need to watch together.  The last film we watched was Spirit - which for those who haven't seen it I'll just let you know that it really is an emotional roller coaster.  Before watching this film we worried it would fail to meet our high expectations because before Spirit we had watched Shrek 1 and Shrek 2 and lets be real those films really are hard acts to follow!! 

I soon realised that where Spirit is lacking in humour it makes up in relatablitiy and I'll explain why below.

1.  Spirit was born.  I was born (not in a field surrounded by my mothers closest friends but I was born nonetheless)
2. He is the definition of #HairGoals

Because you're worth it

3. Anddddd #eyebrowgoals

Cara DelaNeigh

4. Like any other youngun he has hormonal urges, I mean one look into Rain's eyes and he knew that he wanted her, he wanted all of her, forever, him and Rain, every day.

An apple for the lady

5. He looked longingly out of the train window imagining a sad movie scene playing out on front of him.  Who hasn't done that when a sad song came on while they were travelling.
6. When he thought he saw his eagle friend but it was just a random eagle.  Like we have ALL been there!  Thinking you see someone you know and you wave or say hi or tap on their shoulder... spoiler alert: it's not them!

Okay this eagle was actually his friend but...

7. He appreciated the genious of Bryan Adams, and he protested to his kidnapping whilst listening to the song 'You Cant Take Me I'm Free'.  I think we can all agree that when we were growing up we had (or still have) that song that we feel just gets us, on a spiritual level.
8. He is such a sass monster, a real #lad.  If Spirit was a human he would be a chino wearing, cheeky Nandos eating, T In The Park attending, honda civic driving after 10 Jaegar Bombs (because drink driving just adds to the fun) kind of guy.  I can't say we would get along but I think he would be very attractive and, well I'll move on.

Look Shrek, I'm trottttting

8. He couldn't handle the chain.  His was an actual chain but we all know that one person who tries to be a mad rapper, 2 chainz style.  Man, whatchu gon do? Get out ma grille dawg, you gon call the po po? (I have no idea if that is how they talk, I'm too basic)
9. Also we have all felt at one time or another that everyone expects too much from us, I think Spirit felt like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders and I've been there too my friends, I've been there too!
10. Finally, Spirit had to go through some though ass punishment! 3 days tied to the pole with not food or water, poor thing poor thing! I myself have never been starved by my parents but now that I live on my own on days when the old bank funds are running low and I cant afford to eat I have been able to imagine how Spirit must have felt.

When you try you're best but you don't succeed.

The moral of the story is that life never give's you lemons.  It never gives you anything.  You have to earn things in life, you aren't entitled to no goddamn lemons!!

XOXO
Queen G

Types of Friends: Part 2 C and N

I don't even know why this post is called types of friends anymore because essentially I am just telling you stories about my friends but yolo.  

So now I'll tell you about C and N.

3. C

Name: C
Age: 19
Height: Perfect hugging height
Favourite film: "IDK... Harry Potter?" - C
Spirit animal: Simba
We met: June 2014

So one day at the end of my second year of university, just before the summer when I was going to work in a summer camp, N came through to my room for  a lazy day watching Gossip Girl (we were trying to finish it before I went away for the summer.)  I suddenly got a Facebook notification saying I had a friend request and it was from C, I had no idea who it was and I assumed from her surname she was Irish (fun fact she was from New Zealand)... I accepted her when I saw she had messaged me saying we would be working at camp together.  We had some general Facebook chat and I had to delete the Facebook app off of my iPad because all the messages were really disturbing the flow of the Blair Waldorf show.  Basically a few weeks and flights later I arrived in good ole Iowa and I was first to arrive to camp which was hella unusual because I tend to live like the little white rabbit from Alice And Wonderland, always late.  I awoke from my slumber in the middle of the night to see C and the other Australasian's in the cabin which was a little awks but yolo.  The next day C and I were left at camp alone and I'll admit I chose to stay at camp rather than going into town because I wanted to hang with C - I had already chosen her to be my camp BFF (Although I hadn't predicted she would graduate up into full on BFF also!)  We explored, we bonded, we connected on an emotional level! We watched Broadchurch together, she taught me the Kiwi way and I taught her the ways of the Scots.  Throughout the whole couple of month we were in America we got closer and closer - closer than even I could have thought possible and I live for closeness!  We adopted the personas of Thing 1 and Thing 2 and although we hadn't known each other for very long I knew that I was taking this friendship to the grave, if C jumped I jumped!  If C was Harry Potter then I wanted to be her invisibility cloak so that I could shelter her from all of the evils of the world!  If she was a Pegasus then I wanted to be her wings so I could lift her up into the sky.  If I was Blair Waldorf then she was my headband, I'd be nothing without her.  Then C came to Edinburgh not once but twice and in those visits we explored the city, we drank more than our fair share of alcohol and we frolicked like I'd never frolicked before.  

3 words to describe our friendship: growsera, waffles, llama. 

4: N

Name: N
Age: 20
Height: Fun sized
Favourite Film: Probs Frozen
Spirit Animal: Olaf
We Met: Many moons ago on a planet far far
away

So you may be surprised to find that I wasn't always allowed to roam freely, turning tricks and fucking shit up.  Once I was confined to a child minder's and I did not appreciate being held like an animal in a zoo, locked behind bars for all to point at and take pictures of and so I spent a lot of time on da streets.  It was on the streets that I met N and I just thought she was the coolest girl in school, like 10/10 on a coolness scale - maybe even 11/10!  But one day I nearly messed the whole thing up when I was cycling behind her and ,classic G, i was in a world of my own so when she hit her brakes I did not notice and I cycled right into the back of her, she got mad, real mad but then the next day we were best friends so I think we can all learn a lesson here!  We spent our childhoods together, spying on the neighbours, rocking the house down in our band - the Sk8er Girls and doing all kinds of cool shit.  I thought N had the coolest bed room ever because she had many leather bound books and her room smelled or rich mahogany.  As we aged we kind of fell out of touch yet I still considered her my best friend and I dont know if that was a testament to our friendship or if it shows that I was a bit lame and didn't really have any other friends... Anyhow, when I was in 6th year I moved to N's school and we picked up right where we left off studying Mandarin together,  slaying dragons and saving damsels in distress.  Then plot twists: we went to university together and we lived together and we got drunk together, because we gotta stay high drunk all the timeee.  In second year we traveled to a dark, dank land ruled over by the underlord Jabba the Hutt and honestly I didn't think we would survive it... but we did because we are survivors, I mean there were only 6 survivors, ourselves included.  6, out of 1500!!  Anyways now all is well and although we no longer live together our friendship is as strong as ever because it's going to be forever or it's going to go down in flames - and by that I mean that our friendship will last a life time or I'm going to destroy everyone and everything.  This friendship is like oxygen, it is a many splendid thing, it lifts us up where we belong all you need is love friendship!  We even met Queen Elsa of Arandelle together!!! I mean you can't go through that and not share a special bond!

Our friendship in 3 words: pizza, eternity and snuggles.

N and I with Elsa

The 3 of us on Halloween

C and I in
Chicago

The moral for part 2 of the story is here comes a lion, Father.  Oh yes it's a lion!  And there are no ogres in Pretty Woman... 

That's all folks (but remember it's not ogre, it's never ogre!)

xoxo

Queen G

Types of Friends: Part 1 B and L

So this week my timehop app informed me that exactly a year ago I became facebook friends with one of my now best friends C.  This got me thinking about our friendship, and then about my other friends and friendship in general... 

I have 4 best friends: B, C , L and N (in alphabetical order so as to avoid any fighting over who is my number 1 - I'm in very high demand.)  Here is a little about each of them and the different type of friendship each of us have!  I 'll write about B and L in this one and then C and N in the other because it's going to be wayyyyyyy too long for one post.

1: B

Name: B
Age: 19 20
Height: Slightly smaller than me
Spirit Animal: Cougar
Favourite Film: Shrek
We Met: September 2012

Okay, the story starts like in what I'll estimate to be September 2012.  I have this god awful new class at uni which started with a lecture theater full of dead eyed students fresh into their first year of university and already having major regrets.  I sat somewhere in the middle of the lecture hall resisting the urge to assert my dominance by taking over the top steps of the Met row of seats. 2 hours later we are split into small classes of about 40.  I make my way to the class room where my new class will be, once I get there we were once again split into smaller groups.  The firsts activity of the day was to get to know your group by going round the table and telling the group something about yourself... So I began: Hi I'm G and I am a shark not a mindless eating machine (and don't quote me on this because I legit cannot remember if this was the fun fact I threw in about myself) I went to America during the summer before uni started.  B was next and as it would turn out she was from America!  instantly it was all like "OMG WE HAVE THE SAME SHOES WERE IN THE SAAAAME COUNTRY, WE WERE MEANT TO BE BFFL!."  I began to look forward to this class because I got to hang with B, she turned up to class drunk one time and that was when I knew for sure that she was a fun loving kind of gal.  We met up a few time outside of class with our other friends but unfortunately I was not 18 and couldn't go out clubbing with them (well actually wait for the story about L...)  In second year our worlds imploded and we didn't really see each other at all.  Then one day I heard the song Moonriver playing vaguely in the back of my mind as I was walking down the street, it got louder and louder and when I checked my phone I found out why... It was Audrey singing me home because B and L were asking me to move in with them for third year! 

Third year with B has been the best of the best, we got closer than ever and I guess the kind of friendship we have is one that we just clicked instantly and now she is the friend that I know is up for anything.  If its guaranteed to be fun, crazy and a good story to tell then B will be there.  I mean for example:  we went go on fun adventures to the duck pond, past that bush that looks like Shirley Bassey, we attended Lorde's birthday party, we got stuck up chocolate creek without a popsicle stick... the list goes on but I shall not.

3 words to describe our friendship: Silly, popcorn and (potentially) catastrophic .

2: L 

Name: L
Age: 20
Height: Like Tilda Swinton tall
Spirit animal: Badger (Hufflepuff yo)
Favourite Movie: Titanic
We met: Slightly later in September 2012

  

So shortly after meeting B my flatmates and I decided to throw a party and I wanted to invite B but she was going home that weekend ( dammit Janet!) But my flatmates knew some of her flatmates and ultimately we invited her whole flat.  Some people I don't associate myself with had told me all these storied about this horrible girl called L who they thought was rude, uncouth and presumptuous (actually they thought she was a real cold heart breaker).  So then a few vodka lemonades into the night L makes an appearance and instantly we hit it off (okay so maybe I don't have that many different ways of making friends, I'm pretty predictable actually I mean we either hit it off instantly and start a 'go hard or go home' intense as fuck friendship or there's like nothing...)  So then I said what about Breakfast At Tiffany's? She said I think I remember the film and as I recall I think we both kind of liked it I've never seen it.  I'll admit, at first I was slightly deterred by this but before long that was all forgotten and we were ready to partyyyyy (for roughly 15 mins before L passed out on my kitchen floor.) Then there was the times I referred to above when we hung out with B and others (spoiler alert: the 'others' was really just 1 other and it was N).  Then one night they were going to go out but I was only 17 (ugh sigh, sigh sigh sigh) then we came up with the genius idea: I would go out with them using L's ID... I got into club number 1 because it had literally 4 other people in it and they were desperate, then we got cocky and headed somewhere more lively and fun... I was rejected instantly because I look nothing like L.  Anyway fast forward to 3rd year because you can fill in the rest of the blanks between 1st and 3rd year with the B stories.  So L and I have a friendship where we can finish each others sandwiches.  We bonded over many a splendid thing such as our shared h2o intolerance, our super obsession with Gossip Girl and the fact that we were both going to write strongly worded letters to White Star Line.  We love nothing more than to watch titanic drunk at 4am and nobody does a pub crawl like and B and S (AKA a G and L) pub crawl. 

3 words to describe our friendship:  Presh, sleepovers and passionate. 

This one time in first year we were cheerleaders together:

  

Our cheer leading
song was I Dont Care
I Love It.

Send out the change of
address cards
because I'm moving
to cloud 9

It was St Patrick's Day

The moral of part 1 of this story is that when you get friendship right it just gets you going and it hits all the right spots!

tbc...

Band-Aids Don't Fix Bullet Holes

With the next Taylor Swift music video ready to drop at any minute I am eagerly waiting, snacks in hand and expectations through the roof, to watch Tay slay in what is undoubtedly the most highly anticipated music video of the 21st century.  

flawless

As an avid Swifty since 2K9 (#represent) I am always keen to marinate all 5 of my senses in all of Taylor's projects - each one a masterpiece in it's own right.  However, this video more than ever has left me impatiently counting down the days until its release.  I think one of the main questions this video has managed to answer for people everywhere is: just how many 10/10 fun-loving stars can you fit into one music video?  Every single day as I refreshed my Instagram account while on my lunch break at work, or you know in one of the back rooms at work when we hit a 'quiet period' I would discover a new character had joined the bad blood crew.  I couldn't help but ponder who would be next?  I had expectations of course, these included Karli Kloss, Selena Gomez and Lorde.  And to this day I can't help but be a little disheartened about the fact that Lorde never did make it into this video.  Anyway, as the list of characters continued to grow I began to question everything from how many people this video could take, and who else might make an appearance?  Would everyone be in this video?  Would I be in this video?  It was sheer madness and I would loving every second of it!

#squadgoals

I think another thing that made this video's release so exciting was the fact that I couldn't help but speculate what my character name would be if I were to make the cut.  I mean with the way that list of characters was growing I knew that I needed to be prepared for that phone call from Tay asking me if I was free to star.  I needed to have a fun pose and character name at hand.  Luckily there was a Buzzfeed quiz available to quickly sort out one of those requirements.  A few fun questions later I discovered that my name should be Casper The Not So Friendly Ghost.  While I'll admit it doesn't exactly role of the tongue, its creative, funky fresh and unpredictable just like me so I decided it would do.  As for a fun pose, I have an endless supply of them up my sleeve.  And just like that I was ready, ready to live, ready to die, ready to receive that call from Tay, ready for an absolution that would never come.  

All I can say now is that on a scale from 0 to Scar from The Lion King I am Scar level prepared for this music video.  I can't wait to see Ellen Pompeo being #ClassicMer, I can't wait to see not 1, not 2 but 3 Hailee Steinfeld's killing it, I can't wait to see Selena back on my screen for the first time in forever, I can't wait to be mildly disappointed at the lack of Lorde... I could go on and

There she is, in the flesh.

on but I think I've made my point.  

Mainly I can't wait to see TayBae do her thing.  This video will help tide the gap between now and June when I go to see her live in concert, the last time I saw her live it was in Belfast in 2011 and I touched her shoulder (Fun fact: her skin was silky smooth, it sparkled like a thousand diamonds and she smelled of faith, trust and pixie dust).

The moral of the story is that, as the title suggests , band-aids don't fix bullet holes.  They really don't.  Trust me, if you try to fix a bullet holes with a band-aid you'll bleed out, every time.

Taylor knows...

xoxo

Queen G

(Oh and here is a completely irrelevant piece of life advice: watch Ariana Grande and Miley Cyrus's performance of Don't Dream It's Over on youtube, it's the best)

Signs That You Are Crazy Tired

Hi guys, so lately I have been thinking a lot about tiredness and the effects that it has on your physical and mental state.  Sometimes there are clear sign that you are exhausted that go beyond that "oh hey I'm kind of tired" feeling that every one of us knows all too well (shout out to Taylor Swift who wrote a 10/10 hit song named All Too Well.)

Anyway, as an advocate of the people I think it's necessary for me to write this post highlighting some of the main signs and symptoms, or you know just some crazy things that you do, when you are well and truly in need of climbing into bed with your teddy.

Everyone's fave Vampire Diaries character

Emotional turmoil
You know those days when you stay up until like 4am to watch "just one more episode" of Grey's Anatomy or Pretty Little Liars or whatever the cool kids are watching these days.  Then you close your eyes, snuggle in and before you know it your 7am alarm goes off alerting you it's time to start the day.  You are drowning in a deep ocean of regret and you can't help but hear Hermione Granger's voice in your head declaring "what an idiot".

I'm so sorry H.

 Anyway the tiredness you feel at that very moment has absolutely nothing on what lies ahead of you.  What this day has in store for you is tears.  Tears when you watch a video of puppies because "they are just so cute!".  Tears when you can't decide what fun snacks to buy at the supermarket (this is how the great cheese and onion vs salt and vingegar debate of 2015 came to be).  Tears when Shadow and Peter get reunited at the end of Homeward Bound (although you can't help but feel like that would send you into a breakdown even after the recommended 8 hours).  Everything anyone says to you is a personal attack, everyone is conspiring against you, you just feel so down... Girl, you tired!

You are legally blind

I cannot see.

Now I cannot speak for people who have impaired vision to start with because I myself have perfect 20/20 vision (#blessed) but when I'm tired my eyes do all sorts of crazy stuff.  Reading the numbers on the bus is virtually impossible, this has caused my poor sleepy self to have almost missed the bus home on more occasions than I'd like to admit to.  There is also a lot of staring.  Because I can no longer see the length of a corridor or hall HD style as I am used to I can no longer make out peoples faces.  Because I know I can normally see their faces perfectly, and because I have sleepy brain working full time, I tend to think that if I just stare at them long enough then my eyes will focus and I'll see them clear as day.  Then there is teary eyes.  This is when everyone thinks that you are currently sailing around in tear town from the stage above when in reality your eyes are just so heavy and fatigued they keep making it rain, except it's acid rain because it burns. 

Apathy

I feel you

I learned this word in my 3rd year neurology class but I'll give you the definition for free.  Apathy is basically a lack of feeling, interest, motivation etc... Found often in people with frontal lobe damage or in people who are regularly receiving less than their recommended 8 hours/not receiving a good dose of that all important REM sleep.  You know when you just want to lie in bed but you want to watch a film but you can't be bothered but you're hungry but getting food required effort.  You reach for your laptop eventually and open netflix but you cant be bothered to watch that show that you love so much (fun fact: that show for me is Gossip Girl, every time.  If I can't be bothered to watch Gossip Girl I either need some major shut eye or a neurological assessment).  Maybe you'll just go back to sleep, but you can't be bothered to sleep.  You'll go get food, but will you eat cheese and onion crisps or salt and vinegar?  Oh no here comes the tears.  Actually nah, you don't even care about food anymore, you'll just lie here and stare at the wall for a bit.

Making stupid mistakes

Remember even Serena VD Woodsen
Has made mistakes

Okay so let me tell you a story about a dark time in my life.  I was tired for getting up at 4.45 for my 4th 13 hour shift at work.  I shuffled through to the kitchen and took my loaf of Warburtons white bread out of the freezer and removed the heal of the bread.  I walked over the the bin and dumped the loaf in the bin then took the heal to the toaster and put it in to toast.  Then I realised what I had done.  I went back to the bin to confirm that yes I had just thrown out a whole loaf of perfectly good bread.  I stood there staring at it for a while considering putting myself out of my misery and just ending it all then 
and there.  But rather than ending it I grew from it and I learned, like Tyra taught me to.

She was rooting for me.  They were all rooting for me

So there you have it, a lot of useful information for people everywhere.  Blair Waldorf said that sleep was for the weak and while I agree with everything that girl says I do think that there is a time and a place for resisting sleep (such as for a dare, for a Taylor Momsen youtube video binge, as part of a sleepless cult or just for the hell of it to see what would happen).  When you are in school or university, or when you're a working gal bringing in the dolla don't deny yourself a chance for some skin to fur contact with your teddy bear or whatever it is that your'e into (whatever helps you sleep at night, no shade)

The moral of the story is I feel terrible for Edward Cullen 

Ah no I don't, I don't sleep.