Afterthought
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After splashing water on her face to wake herself up at 6am (her phone says 8), she likes to get the dishes done first thing (at almost 11pm).
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StatusWoe
VIP Member
Nominating this as thread title.
It's too accurate.Ruby Granger #46 Actively making time for boredom
WeepingCassandra
VIP Member
Today's vlog is very edgy 2005 year 11 drama assignment isn't it...
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OK I finished the video
She's fucking cracked mate.
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OK I finished the video
She's fucking cracked mate.
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duchess_wallis
Active member
Well, that will teach me to wish for a new video.
gossip_guy
VIP Member
"AcKsHuALLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY...blahblahblah...IDIDN'TREALISEYOUWERETOOSTUPIDTOUNDERSTAND."
You heard it here first, folks: Flowers don't have a use for humans if you can't eat them. Update your textbooks accordingly.
For someone who will never do a day's manual labour in her life, she sure is a big fan of digging herself deeper.
She just posted and it is indeed an almond cake
poor Marfa!Attachments
gossip_guy
VIP Member
Oh, goodie, another routine video full of performative fakery, with Ruby lie-squinting her way through pretentious lies and pretending to do shit she never does because she needed to shoehorn in the sponsor (which she also never uses).
Another bad AMMILEEE DICKINSON rip-off poem about random backyard foliage.
Another video of Ruby rambling yet again about the EPHAMMERAL NATURE OF THINGS because she desperately wants to be TWALVE AGANN.
Another video of Ruby dressing like a child and twirling AVVER-SYO-WHIMSICALLEEEEEEEEY in her desolate garden wasteland.
Another "routine" video full of wonky timescales.
Another video featuring undeclared ads and ED habits.
Another video of the wind mercilessly assaulting the mic and making her yammering inaudible.
Another video of Ruby trying to dislocate her spine with uncoordinated gymnastics to get out of going back to uni.
Another video of Ruby moaning about how, as a society, "WE" keep doing things that only happen in Ruby's withered mind.
"'RYEETEEN' syeems loike the wrong waahrd to yeeze for this videeeyow."
Newsflash, Ruby: Most of those words sound pretty wrong with that fake accent.
"Flowers don't have a yeese."
Someone get science on the phone: The numerous medicinal properties of flowers and plants no longer apply; Ruby has decided that flowers don't have any use other than decorative.
"With something like potatoes...even if you only harvest them once...they're available all year round because we can get them from supermarkets. But with flowers, you can only GAT THAM and only access them and only smell them ONCE A YEAR."
Another bad AMMILEEE DICKINSON rip-off poem about random backyard foliage.
Another video of Ruby rambling yet again about the EPHAMMERAL NATURE OF THINGS because she desperately wants to be TWALVE AGANN.
Another video of Ruby dressing like a child and twirling AVVER-SYO-WHIMSICALLEEEEEEEEY in her desolate garden wasteland.
Another "routine" video full of wonky timescales.
Another video featuring undeclared ads and ED habits.
Another video of the wind mercilessly assaulting the mic and making her yammering inaudible.
Another video of Ruby trying to dislocate her spine with uncoordinated gymnastics to get out of going back to uni.
Another video of Ruby moaning about how, as a society, "WE" keep doing things that only happen in Ruby's withered mind.
"'RYEETEEN' syeems loike the wrong waahrd to yeeze for this videeeyow."
Newsflash, Ruby: Most of those words sound pretty wrong with that fake accent.
"Flowers don't have a yeese."
Someone get science on the phone: The numerous medicinal properties of flowers and plants no longer apply; Ruby has decided that flowers don't have any use other than decorative.
"With something like potatoes...even if you only harvest them once...they're available all year round because we can get them from supermarkets. But with flowers, you can only GAT THAM and only access them and only smell them ONCE A YEAR."
noodlehead1
Active member
I’m still stuck on her saying flowers don’t have a use
yeya
Active member
Could it be the Ruby and Blakeney are just hanging out to enjoy each othercompany for once?
looking good so far….
… and there it is. Of course not. I think it’s undeniable now that they *only* hang out when there’s a sponsor involved.
Also it’s so sneaky how Ruby snuck in the gifted meal right after the unsponsored meals that she GANUINELY HONASTLEE paid for. Also what is her obsession with putting the tag and ‘ad disclosure’ (if you can even call it that) in the tiniest white font? And why did truffle hound get a massive tag and sacred grounds got a tiny one??
looking good so far….
… and there it is. Of course not. I think it’s undeniable now that they *only* hang out when there’s a sponsor involved.
Also it’s so sneaky how Ruby snuck in the gifted meal right after the unsponsored meals that she GANUINELY HONASTLEE paid for. Also what is her obsession with putting the tag and ‘ad disclosure’ (if you can even call it that) in the tiniest white font? And why did truffle hound get a massive tag and sacred grounds got a tiny one??
So when she talks about the weather she's being profound and poetic but when others talk about the weather it's boring and shallow small talk?View attachment 2914087View attachment 2914088
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0 brain cells
Anyone seen this TikTok where she claims she’s never liked talking about the weather () but discovered yesterday that people use it as small talk?
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Also, another comment points out that this week’s Oxford magazine has an article on this very thing. This girl has never had an original thought it her life.
Thehogonthelog
Member
I can't with this beret. It looks like a sack. What is she hiding there??
I dont think individuals have a responsibility diversify their personal pinterest. Racism is a bold accusation based on her pinterest
thegossboss92
Well-known member
Her breakfast. I don't even care if it's blue. The teacup:
Her porridge in the teacup:
Good lord, with the pen cap next to it for size comparison and the fact that the teacup is also not filled to the brim, how big a portion was that exactly??
Thankfully she added 6 slices of banana and about 8 blueberries.
That's a hearty meal right there
Ridiculous ed bating packaged as 'whimsical'.
Her porridge in the teacup:
Good lord, with the pen cap next to it for size comparison and the fact that the teacup is also not filled to the brim, how big a portion was that exactly??
Thankfully she added 6 slices of banana and about 8 blueberries.
That's a hearty meal right there
Ridiculous ed bating packaged as 'whimsical'.
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KittyScherbatsky
Chatty Member
Blue porridge with roasted carrots wtf
The folk-horror-esque countryside
Birds are prolific letter writers
Birds like tea parties
A single cucumber sandwich for lunch with somebody dying of consumption in the background while she was butchering it
Her flapping up into the treehouse like Baba Yaga
I can't even think of anything witty to say about any of it. I'm done.
The folk-horror-esque countryside
Birds are prolific letter writers
Birds like tea parties
A single cucumber sandwich for lunch with somebody dying of consumption in the background while she was butchering it
Her flapping up into the treehouse like Baba Yaga
I can't even think of anything witty to say about any of it. I'm done.
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What I never understood was why she didn't do a 'study with me' at all at Oxford. I remember she used to always do those videos where she props up the camera for an extended amount of time and would get tons of views just by posting them. I don't get why she wouldn't just sit there and prop the camera up and study (or at least pretend to). It's literally the easiest, most low-effort content possible.
SharyBobbins
Active member
The confident assertion that flowers don't have a use was a bit jaw dropping. It seems that, for Ruby, things only have a use if they're useful to her. Flowers are living organisms, their use is for themselves to grow, reproduce and continue. Outside of themselves they're also useful to insects and the food chain, humans have also used flowers in medicine for centuries. Surely she covered this at school?
I really hope her younger viewers don't take what she says as gospel.
Edit- Apologies to gossip_guy, I posted before I'd seen you had picked up on that particular piece of nonsense too!
I really hope her younger viewers don't take what she says as gospel.
Edit- Apologies to gossip_guy, I posted before I'd seen you had picked up on that particular piece of nonsense too!
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gossip_guy
VIP Member
Ruby's back for that sponsor cash!
As a hint of what kind of grade she'll get for her dissertation, Ruby includes this on-screen note:
She uses the plural noun form of "midst" incorrectly along with redundantly noting that she's "CORRANTLEEE" in the middle of it. Expect many a "BAD MANTLE HALTH" vague-post around grading time - she's not leaving with more than a pass when she struggles so much, so often with basic English.
Ruby starts the day by abandoning her study plans to take up space in a coffee shop and scribble some pointless, performative musings about the weather. She then flees the coffee shop because the notebook she was scrawling gibberish about seagulls and daffodils in wasn't small enough and she had to retrieve a smaller one from her room. Remember all those times Ruby tried shilling her scam planner by assuring everyone that it was JANUINELY designed from the ground up to suit all her needs?
Anyone else would call this morning a pointless waste of time, but Ruby assures herself and any gullible child watching that she's actually being VARRY PRODOCKTIVE as she rambles incoherently about the importance of commonplace books and "staying grounded". She's pretty preoccupied with staying grounded for someone who can't sit still.
Ruby's apparently been on Tattle again since she finally reveals what her dissertation is about. "Moiy dissertation is aboutttt...CHRAAHLDHUD. The constrockshons of TCHRAWWLDHUD in Aaarly Modern England." Ruby chooses not to learn how to pronounce "childhood" in her fake Emma Watson accent and instead congratulates herself on treading brave new ground with her not-yet-graded work and assures everyone that this is a "faaairly new and DAFFINITELEEEY ACKSOYTING area of the scholarship".
She then seemingly changes directions at the final hurdle and announces that her dissertation it's now about "TRWOYLD WROYTINGS - things that waahr written boiy actual chrirldren?" To the surprise of nobody, Ruby clarifies that she is only really interested in the writings of YONGG FEMALE tCtHRoILDRONS - NO BOYS ALLOWED! As always, Ruby appears to have tossed multiple disconnected thesis topics into one murky, undercooked pot of academic spaghetti.
Ruby goes on a rambling diatribe about how she didn't want to talk about her dissertation because she's aware that she'd be influenced by other people online and would instantly just abandon all the ideas that she's JANUINELY VARRY CONFIDENT ABOUT. Didn't she "ummm" her way through a debate wherein she argued that being influenced online isn't an issue at all and people have no right to blame influencers? The irony is off the charts, especially when Ruby's also never had an original thought in her life and only made it through undergrad by using other people's work, ideas and suggestions.
She goes on an aimless wander around the campus buildings, filming random rooms.
"That's the common room, where you're allowed to eat and talk," she says, eating nothing and whispering as though she might get bludgeoned to death for talking. I'm getting some mixed messages.
Ruby goes book shopping with FRANDS and also grabs a book from the library - 'Mental Health, Spirituality, and Religion in the Middle Ages and Early Modern Age.' She mentions that she has no idea what it's about, has not read any of it or heard of it before, but she still hopes to use parts of it for her dissertation. She's supposedly in the final stages when this was shot and is still just grabbing anything that has 'Early Modern' in the title and cannibalising it for random filler quotes.
She says that - in her dissertation about things that were written by children - she's including a whole paragraph to talk about Jane Lumley, whose notable writing achievements happened in her twenties. Again, expect Ruby to be moaning about her disappointing grades soon and how she was PONNISHED FWORE TAKING CHAAAAHNCES AGANN; this thing appears to be a complete mess of disjointed ideas and irrelevant padding and she won't have Exeter's extremely generous grade inflation as a parachute.
But Ruby's only making a video because there's sponsor cash on the table. This time it's "Milanote" - yet another pointless app that Ruby never uses, but is suddenly claiming she AWLWHEYS YEEZES it and has YEEZED FWORE YEAHHRS now that she's been given money to advertise it.
She lie-squints her way through a thoroughly unconvincing testimonial, assuring us that this is a fantastic alternative to "MOIND-MAPPING". Ruby interrupts herself to assure us that she would NAVVER YEEZE A MOIND MAP FWORE WROYTING. This after Ruby has spent the last decade using and recommending mind-mapping for absolutely every writing or academic task, regardless of how ill-suited it is, purely because it's something people learn as children and it reminds her of being TWALVE AGANN.
This is also around the 5,927th app that she's endorsed for money that does the exact same things as all the others. She'll never use this again unless they pay her.
Beaming with fake enthusiasm, Ruby offers up a tour of the app and her ongoing dissertation work. She's wasted time putting together countless family trees and links to maps to the family homes of dead scholars. None of this seems relevant to her dissertation or to anything else ever. She may as well have tossed together photos of the world's largest poops in history and attached a map and size graphs, it'd be about as useful to her degree as this crap she's assembled.
Because she just can't help herself, she sneaks a gifted (and naturally undeclared) RAMADEEEE KYOMBYOOOOOCHAAAAAA on-screen for most of this sponsor section.
Ruby "accidentally" dumps a load of pumpkin puree all over her carpet. She assures us that she cleaned it off-screen but refuses to show it (translation: that pumpkin part of the carpet now and Ruby's waved goodbye to her deposit).
She blurs out most of her work, but shows part of a presentation she has to give on her dissertation.
'"Youth is donne"
Transience of spring and childhood....'
"chronophobia and chronophilia"
Ruby appears to have centred some or all of her degree on her obsession with young girls and her crippling fear of growing up and not being TWALVE FORAVVER. This seems like something she should just talk to a therapist about rather than waste £40,000 on a degree just to write a bad dissertation about it, but hey.
It wouldn't be a Ruby video if she weren't fleeing uni at every opportunity, so naturally she runs home during peak essay season. Along the way, she stops with Martha to get a (non-vegan) Five Guys. She hilariously mentions that it feels like forever since she's seen Martha, what with Ruby being away from home and all. Reminder: Ruby has run home every week and Martha lives in said home.
Martha can drive now, though, so this means Ruby will remember that she has a sister a lot more often, since she can act as chauffeur whenever mummy's too plastered on Waitrose vino.
After moaning earlier that she can't tell people her ideas because the whole world only (accurately) points out that her ideas are bad, she announces that she's told her mummy all about her dissertation. Presumably Clare just nodded along in an absent-minded, day-drunk haze and offered some slurred words of encouragement to her favourite daughter before reaching for another bottle of wine.
Meanwhile, Ruby's waving more undeclared gifted products around on-screen. She's also wearning her PETA t-shirt even though she would NAVVER AVVER ENDORSE OR PROMYOTE THAM, HOW DAEEHR YEUUU.
Ruby spends a performative section rejoicing that she can finally walk outside again, as though she's just escaped from Shawshank rather than having simply fled home from her supposed dream university. She gorps and grimaces at the sky, then goes back inside, where she reveals that she's researching marigolds and "botany in the SAVANTEENTH SANCHURY". For funzies? Nope. For her dissertation. She apparently included "an entire section" in her dissertation about marigolds.
So it's a dissertation for her Early Modern Lit degree and she's written about child writers, being terrified of growing up, springtime, "constructs of childhood", twenty-something female translators and backyard foliage. She was right not to tell anyone about this. What a disaster.
With triumphant music playing, Ruby sits hunched over her desk, sneering at the screen. She's JANUINELY confident in her dissertation and AWHLWHEYS LOVES STODDYING.
To overcompensate for her clearly being well aware that she's floundering, she resorts to her usual tricks. ACKSUALLY, she wasn't JOSST writing her dissertation, but also doing vague, nonexistent ADMIN WAHHHRK and also doing group work for the presentation that she earlier claimed was a solo exercise. Anything to give the illusion of being a highly organised, always-multitasking, super-productive child prodigy.
The family go "fyeed shopping" in Martha's car. Mummy Bones complains that the hanging dice make her carsick. Martha keeps them up.
Ruby says she made "tomato syeep" but the oven was broken so she had to air-fry it somehow. She offers no further explanation.
And then Ruby can't summon the energy to even bullshit about being productive any more so the video ends unceremoniously.
As a hint of what kind of grade she'll get for her dissertation, Ruby includes this on-screen note:
She uses the plural noun form of "midst" incorrectly along with redundantly noting that she's "CORRANTLEEE" in the middle of it. Expect many a "BAD MANTLE HALTH" vague-post around grading time - she's not leaving with more than a pass when she struggles so much, so often with basic English.
Ruby starts the day by abandoning her study plans to take up space in a coffee shop and scribble some pointless, performative musings about the weather. She then flees the coffee shop because the notebook she was scrawling gibberish about seagulls and daffodils in wasn't small enough and she had to retrieve a smaller one from her room. Remember all those times Ruby tried shilling her scam planner by assuring everyone that it was JANUINELY designed from the ground up to suit all her needs?
Anyone else would call this morning a pointless waste of time, but Ruby assures herself and any gullible child watching that she's actually being VARRY PRODOCKTIVE as she rambles incoherently about the importance of commonplace books and "staying grounded". She's pretty preoccupied with staying grounded for someone who can't sit still.
Ruby's apparently been on Tattle again since she finally reveals what her dissertation is about. "Moiy dissertation is aboutttt...CHRAAHLDHUD. The constrockshons of TCHRAWWLDHUD in Aaarly Modern England." Ruby chooses not to learn how to pronounce "childhood" in her fake Emma Watson accent and instead congratulates herself on treading brave new ground with her not-yet-graded work and assures everyone that this is a "faaairly new and DAFFINITELEEEY ACKSOYTING area of the scholarship".
She then seemingly changes directions at the final hurdle and announces that her dissertation it's now about "TRWOYLD WROYTINGS - things that waahr written boiy actual chrirldren?" To the surprise of nobody, Ruby clarifies that she is only really interested in the writings of YONGG FEMALE tCtHRoILDRONS - NO BOYS ALLOWED! As always, Ruby appears to have tossed multiple disconnected thesis topics into one murky, undercooked pot of academic spaghetti.
Ruby goes on a rambling diatribe about how she didn't want to talk about her dissertation because she's aware that she'd be influenced by other people online and would instantly just abandon all the ideas that she's JANUINELY VARRY CONFIDENT ABOUT. Didn't she "ummm" her way through a debate wherein she argued that being influenced online isn't an issue at all and people have no right to blame influencers? The irony is off the charts, especially when Ruby's also never had an original thought in her life and only made it through undergrad by using other people's work, ideas and suggestions.
She goes on an aimless wander around the campus buildings, filming random rooms.
"That's the common room, where you're allowed to eat and talk," she says, eating nothing and whispering as though she might get bludgeoned to death for talking. I'm getting some mixed messages.
Ruby goes book shopping with FRANDS and also grabs a book from the library - 'Mental Health, Spirituality, and Religion in the Middle Ages and Early Modern Age.' She mentions that she has no idea what it's about, has not read any of it or heard of it before, but she still hopes to use parts of it for her dissertation. She's supposedly in the final stages when this was shot and is still just grabbing anything that has 'Early Modern' in the title and cannibalising it for random filler quotes.
She says that - in her dissertation about things that were written by children - she's including a whole paragraph to talk about Jane Lumley, whose notable writing achievements happened in her twenties. Again, expect Ruby to be moaning about her disappointing grades soon and how she was PONNISHED FWORE TAKING CHAAAAHNCES AGANN; this thing appears to be a complete mess of disjointed ideas and irrelevant padding and she won't have Exeter's extremely generous grade inflation as a parachute.
But Ruby's only making a video because there's sponsor cash on the table. This time it's "Milanote" - yet another pointless app that Ruby never uses, but is suddenly claiming she AWLWHEYS YEEZES it and has YEEZED FWORE YEAHHRS now that she's been given money to advertise it.
She lie-squints her way through a thoroughly unconvincing testimonial, assuring us that this is a fantastic alternative to "MOIND-MAPPING". Ruby interrupts herself to assure us that she would NAVVER YEEZE A MOIND MAP FWORE WROYTING. This after Ruby has spent the last decade using and recommending mind-mapping for absolutely every writing or academic task, regardless of how ill-suited it is, purely because it's something people learn as children and it reminds her of being TWALVE AGANN.
This is also around the 5,927th app that she's endorsed for money that does the exact same things as all the others. She'll never use this again unless they pay her.
Beaming with fake enthusiasm, Ruby offers up a tour of the app and her ongoing dissertation work. She's wasted time putting together countless family trees and links to maps to the family homes of dead scholars. None of this seems relevant to her dissertation or to anything else ever. She may as well have tossed together photos of the world's largest poops in history and attached a map and size graphs, it'd be about as useful to her degree as this crap she's assembled.
Because she just can't help herself, she sneaks a gifted (and naturally undeclared) RAMADEEEE KYOMBYOOOOOCHAAAAAA on-screen for most of this sponsor section.
Ruby "accidentally" dumps a load of pumpkin puree all over her carpet. She assures us that she cleaned it off-screen but refuses to show it (translation: that pumpkin part of the carpet now and Ruby's waved goodbye to her deposit).
She blurs out most of her work, but shows part of a presentation she has to give on her dissertation.
'"Youth is donne"
Transience of spring and childhood....'
"chronophobia and chronophilia"
Ruby appears to have centred some or all of her degree on her obsession with young girls and her crippling fear of growing up and not being TWALVE FORAVVER. This seems like something she should just talk to a therapist about rather than waste £40,000 on a degree just to write a bad dissertation about it, but hey.
It wouldn't be a Ruby video if she weren't fleeing uni at every opportunity, so naturally she runs home during peak essay season. Along the way, she stops with Martha to get a (non-vegan) Five Guys. She hilariously mentions that it feels like forever since she's seen Martha, what with Ruby being away from home and all. Reminder: Ruby has run home every week and Martha lives in said home.
Martha can drive now, though, so this means Ruby will remember that she has a sister a lot more often, since she can act as chauffeur whenever mummy's too plastered on Waitrose vino.
After moaning earlier that she can't tell people her ideas because the whole world only (accurately) points out that her ideas are bad, she announces that she's told her mummy all about her dissertation. Presumably Clare just nodded along in an absent-minded, day-drunk haze and offered some slurred words of encouragement to her favourite daughter before reaching for another bottle of wine.
Meanwhile, Ruby's waving more undeclared gifted products around on-screen. She's also wearning her PETA t-shirt even though she would NAVVER AVVER ENDORSE OR PROMYOTE THAM, HOW DAEEHR YEUUU.
Ruby spends a performative section rejoicing that she can finally walk outside again, as though she's just escaped from Shawshank rather than having simply fled home from her supposed dream university. She gorps and grimaces at the sky, then goes back inside, where she reveals that she's researching marigolds and "botany in the SAVANTEENTH SANCHURY". For funzies? Nope. For her dissertation. She apparently included "an entire section" in her dissertation about marigolds.
So it's a dissertation for her Early Modern Lit degree and she's written about child writers, being terrified of growing up, springtime, "constructs of childhood", twenty-something female translators and backyard foliage. She was right not to tell anyone about this. What a disaster.
With triumphant music playing, Ruby sits hunched over her desk, sneering at the screen. She's JANUINELY confident in her dissertation and AWHLWHEYS LOVES STODDYING.
To overcompensate for her clearly being well aware that she's floundering, she resorts to her usual tricks. ACKSUALLY, she wasn't JOSST writing her dissertation, but also doing vague, nonexistent ADMIN WAHHHRK and also doing group work for the presentation that she earlier claimed was a solo exercise. Anything to give the illusion of being a highly organised, always-multitasking, super-productive child prodigy.
The family go "fyeed shopping" in Martha's car. Mummy Bones complains that the hanging dice make her carsick. Martha keeps them up.
Ruby says she made "tomato syeep" but the oven was broken so she had to air-fry it somehow. She offers no further explanation.
And then Ruby can't summon the energy to even bullshit about being productive any more so the video ends unceremoniously.