I'm going North

I wanna dance the tango with chance,
I wanna ride on the wire
Cos nothing gets done with dust in your gun,
And nobody respects a liar
So goodbye for a while, I'm off to explore
Every boundary and every door
Yeah I'm going north

I wanna know where children would go,
If they never learnt to be cool
Cos nothing's achieved when pushed up a sleeve,
Till nobody thinks you're a fool
So goodbye for a while, I'm out to learn more
About who I really was before
Yeah I'm going North

Up where the hunted hide with ease,
Under the arms of eye-less trees,
Up where the answers fall like leaves,
Oh and your love is all I need...
Yeah I'm going North.

I'm leaving this town in less than a month. I'll be back, of course; I'm just spending the summer, like always, in a warmer climate. It shall be awesome.

Though this summer, more than ever, I almost find myself wishing I could stick around in this cold little city. Maybe it's because I'm closer to my friends ever before, or because I have a boyfriend who I will also be leaving behind. Or maybe it's because I'll be spending my eighteenth birthday up North. Which strikes me as a little strange... I won't be drinking around all my little cousins, or they'll decide they want to have some and all turn into alcoholic, spoilt little westies. This whole 'being the oldest' thing isn't the greatest at times.

Still, it'll be a great 3 weeks. I cannot wait to be out of the rain; to be able to swim, and to tan, and to act like a 10 year old and not care. And to eat a hell of a lot of Christmas food. Om nom nom, I'll regret it later, I can tell.

I'll end this post with a picture of my lovely little dog,

who just today confused a bowl of cherries with a lot of bouncy balls (her current obsession). Between balls, balloons, and food, this is one wreck of a dog. She's a bit cute though. :P

xx

You goddamn hypocrites

Some people are so very stupid.

They're perfect examples of that word that I don't say,

unless it's to Ange's little brother, who acts like his birthday and Christmas have come at once.

"You all need to go away, you motherfuckers.

I can't say that character would be one of your strongest assets...

Go fuck yourselves, leave us alone."

Sorry for the language guys.

They're lines from a song, it's not the kind of thing I usually say... LOL jk, I kinda talk like this. A little inappropriate for a girl like me (or the girl people stereotype me as), but since when did I play by the rules? :P

xx

I survived!

Year 12 is officially over for me.

Excuse me while I jump around and wish I was legal.

Damn you, December 21 birthday.

Now, back to the Tomorrow series. Mum bought me the last 5 books as an end-of-exams present. THANKYOU!

xx

Lo siento.

I've spent a fair bit of time thinking about my friends lately. I love them to death, and they've saved me on countless occasions. But some times over the years I've been unfair to them. Actually, I've been horrible. Not really purposely, either. Which makes me wonder if I'm the wonderful person I'm told I am.

So, let's do some apologizing.

Jasmine, I'm sorry I never replied to your letter. I guess I could just say I was young and stupid, but it wasn't really that... I don't even know why I didn't. And now I have one less friend... Sorry.

Al, I'm sorry for some of the things I've said over the years. I don't mean to upset you, I really don't. I'm just really easily distracted, and say things I don't mean, or say what I think in the worst possible way. I'm sorry, I love you.

S... You are amazing. I don't really know what happened between us, but I wish things could go back to the way it used to be. I miss it.

I know none of them are going to read this, but I needed to put it out there. I put on a record, shall we say.

And to the friends I have now...

Thankyou for putting up with me.

xx

Yet another pointless post, just like the others

Why is it that I have nothing worthwhile to say these days?

School is over, and I should be having the time of my life.

Correction, school is almost over. I still have two exams left, my best subject, closely followed by my worst.

But no matter how I do, I'm still not going to make her proud.

Such a great feeling, knowing those who should support you no matter what, will be ashamed of your marks.

I know, I know, I deserve it.

But I just don't want to study. I don't care, I just want it to be over!

Then, I can finally... breathe.