Dribs and drabs of my rambling thoughts!

I haven't blogged in a while due to lack of ideas to actually blog about. But now, as it is break-up day, I'm hoping that over these next few days of freedom I'm going to be able to release some inner creativity!

These holidays, I probably should get some studying achieved, as exams are fairly soonish. And there's been a few, ehrm, lapses in my marks. My mom wasn't very impressed. However, I do need to catch up on a bit of a tan this week! Beginning to look a bit pale!

I remember when I first started blogging and my brain just had an abundance of ideas as to what to write about, and I miss that.

I think that I may possibly summarise subjects like I did for the June exam, because it really helps me learn to have to note what's important etc.

Random fact of the day: According to Freudian psychology, when a person lists something, the third thing on the list is always most important!

Okay byeee!
xx

So I was thinking...do we really have to grow up?
Can't we just be teenagers forever? And write songs for a band that we'll probably never get off the ground? Race wheely chairs around the school corridors?
Why are adults so cynical about life, and just so god-damn cautious all the time?
They won't dream. They spend their time stressing about the stupidest things!
Then again, so do we as teenagers. And I'd be lying if I said I never wanted to grow up. I want to be an adult and wear heels to work and have a fairytale wedding and have kids that have to be at ballet classes and  football games. I do want that. But I don't want to rush this time away either, I don't want to spend it trying to act older than I am. I'm 15 years old, and I'm gonna act it.

Beach photo sesh

So I haven't posted forever due to:
a. School work and projects
b. Laziness
c. Nothing particularly interesting to blog about

But today, we haven't got any homework. So I've sorted out my room, had a bath, and shall soon be eating custard.
Because I can.
And I like this lavender smell of my room!

Amazing Pics

a fork in the road

A few more cute pics before I do other random stuff on the internet

Saskia

So. I'm sitting in my computers lesson and Saskia asked me to blog about her. I don't know what to say about Sassels. Except she's clever. Saskia's very clever.
I roomed with Sas in Zanzibar. She's really kiff.
But she's a loser at heart. :D

Some more poetry

One day, when I die, I want someone to read this poem at my funeral.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

-Mary Frye

Reminisce of the past

Today at break, we (well mainly me) were discussing about what we missed from our childhoods. I was talking about how much I enjoyed that exhilarating feeling of being scared, of well, anything.

I miss being scared of the dark, and being so gullible that if my friend said there was a ghost in the room, hell, we'd not sleep there!

And then came the feeling when you were a little bit older, and you were sceptical about all these things, but the ghosts or whatever still bothered you, but there was a feeling of disbelief, and you knew it wasn't real, but it still worried you, and you were so excited and nervous at once that you couldn't help but giggle?

I miss these feelings. It was exhilarating and all we ever wanted to do was to grow up.

Me when I was young and innocent