Ruby: "Spend a Sunday with me...because I love Sundays."
Ruby: (Shows a day that's completely indistinguishable from every other day of the week for her.)
Mmkay.
Ruby does all the same shit she does every day - pretends she's always VARRY BUSY with lots of WROYTING and ADDITTING and ill-defined "ADMIN WAHHRK", eats nothing, goes on a RON around the garden, and changes outfits multiple times in what is JANUINELY A SINGLE DAY, HONNASTLEEE.
She hits all the usual predictable beats and this may as well just be one of her previous vlogs with the name changed.
She rattles off the exact same spiel about Nord V.P.ANNE and VPN ADDRASSES that she does every time she does a sponsored video for them, rehashing year-old footage of herself "STODDYING/WAHHHKRING" in public because it's something she never does unless she's being paid for it and she's too lazy, stupid and disorganised in real life to plan and film new footage.
Hilariously, the footage she reuses as an example of studying in a library is from the only time she ever showed herself studying in the university library while she was at AXATAR, because despite all her fake DARK MACADAMIA ASSTATTICKS and claims of loving BOHKS AND LOIBRARRIES AND LAHHRNING, she avoided that place like it was full of tax collectors looking for her dad.
She does her usual "YEU MAY HAVE HAHRRD ME MANSION NORD VP ANNE BAFWORE!" thing she does with every repeat sponsor to give the illusion that they're a brand she YEESES AWWL THE TOIYME, neglecting to point out that she only ever mentions them when she's being paid to.
Remember the completely unhinged, ALL-CAPS "motivational" Notion rant she wrote to herself from months back about how she MUST MAKE WROYTING HAHHR NEU FAKE OIYDANTITEEE?
"AFFIRMATIONS: I AM A WRITER. MY MAIN GOAL IS TO BE A WRITER. EVERYTHING ELSE COMES SECOND (including YouTube, which I cannot and will not rely on for book sales; I just can't let myself do this) WRITE AS MUCH AS I CAN AND AS WIDELY AS I CAN AND JUST DON'T GIVE UP. SUBMIT TO COMPETITIONS AND JUST GET EXPERIENCE. AND THIS SHOULD BE THE WHOLE FOCUS OF YOUR GAP YEAR. BECOME A WRITER. MAKE THAT YOUR IDENTITY. THAT IS MY IDENTITY."
Well she ditched that madness the second she had writing to sell.
And good for her for realising that if you have a platform with a substantial userbase, then that's a common sense marketing tool for your own products. But she also doesn't explain why she's selling her first-draft, unedited poems or who she thinks would have any interest in this shit. If her goal is to share writing, she has a platform from which she can do that for free without charging them money.
She rambles about how this is a way for her to overcome a barrier she has where she's terrified to share her writing online. But she shares her terrible writing all the time. It's always the same incoherent shit about birds and garden foliage and the joy of childhood, full of the same mixed metaphors, bad alliteration and imaginary colours every single time. She has no problem sharing her writing.
She also claims she's "SYO NARRVOS" to share her writing on a "NEU WABBSOYT"...even though it's a website called "rubygranger.com" which is being advertised by Ruby on her Ruby Granger YouTube channel and Ruby Granger Instagram, so...it's not a new website at all, it's just an extension of her existing platform which all the same people will see. She's not really challenging herself in any way, writing anything new, sharing anything new or testing the waters by self-publishing or sharing her writing without using her childish, fake Hermione cosplay name.
There's nothing here that does anything to convince that she doesn't just want an outlet for more cash and this is her first step before she ramps up the price.
She's had these professionally assembled by a print-on-demand service and is selling them for £2.50 each (+£1.50 postage), so she can't be making any money on them. But while she might not be making a profit on this initial outing, she's still asking people to part with £4 each for what could easily be a free blog entry if her goal is just to share her writing.
Why not post the poems for free digitally and have the limited run 'zine available for people who want a signed physical copy? Instead, her goal is allowing a select handful of people to read her writing, just as long as they pay money for it, and there'll likely be much worse poetry to come at a higher price point (she's teasing the impending release of her NAYCHA JARRNAL, which she predictably claims has been HOIGHLY REQUASSTED. Sure, Jan).
Wearing her PETA-branded "CHEESE KOINDNASS" t-shirt (even though she would NAVVER ADVERSTOISE OR ANDORSE PETA, HOW DAEHR YOO!), Ruby smugly announces that she was "JOSST ON AHHR BEE AND BEE" planning yet another holiday, because even though she's VARRY POOR and JANUINELY STROGGLES TO AFFWORD A £20 BOHK and she's SYO COMMITTED TO THE ENVOIROMMANT AND SOSSTAINABILITEEE, a dozen holidays a year just isn't enough and she needs to bump up the numbers before pre-Autumn is over.
She makes another predictably half-assed attempt at trying to convince people she does housework and is SOCH A NEAT FREAK.
After lazily swabbing at a few dishes in the usual time-lapse footage (to give the illusion that she's VARRY BUSY), she holds up her cup to congratulate herself on a job well done. Only the whole place is
disgusting. There's huge food crumbs, dirt and random filth absolutely covering all the surfaces of the kitchen. There's rubbish on the floor. And this is the kitchen when it's
"clean". It's utterly repugnant.
She does her usual, equally unconvincing job of showing that she AWWWHLWHEYS CLEEANS HAHHRR RYOOM, TYOO. She spritzes her desk with cleaner, moves things around randomly, hoovers a couple of random patches of floor and that's it, but she uses time-lapse again, like that'll fool people into thinking she rushed around cleaning everything. Her bedding remains unchanged, and the same sheets/covers have been on there for weeks now.
She crams in an undeclared ad for MISPAA TEENAAA and is then tired from all the lies and decides to finish this "day" by enjoying the "AUTOMMINUL" atmosphere of...umm...the peak of summer? So she lights a candle and watches
the first 15 minutes of Atonement, then presumably marks the book as 'read' again, since that's the closest she'll get to ever actually reading it.
. What a slob 
