Wednesday, March 17, 2010


School photos today. Hooray. Who doesn't love school photos, ey?

So, I've been observing how everyone cares so much about what they look like for photos. It's pretty funny. Everyone did their hair all special (okay, I admit, including me) and one of my friends has been getting all annoyed as people draw on her. (She brings it upon herself, really.) Even yesterday, at our Athletics Day, everyone was worried about getting sunburnt (yes, also me) so that they didn't look funny in their photo today. The forward thinking to a simple photo is pretty funny. But anyway, it's time for photos. So I'm off.

Hope my hair looks okay.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Drama Period 4


What makes a home? Well, to me, it's not particularly a phsyical place, but then, maybe it is, more than I realise.

Because when I'm away, overseas, not here, I feel 'homesick'. I want to be here, and I'm not. I miss it here. Is this home? This physical place of home? I miss my bed, and my pillow and the smell of my room. I miss it. I miss it now, and I'm only at school. I'll be 'home' this afternoon, and I miss it. Sure, I miss people too, but right now, that's not what I'm longing for. I long for my home. My bed, my room, the warm smells, the pleasant light. I don't know what home is. I don't know where it is.


Monday, March 8, 2010


Sometimes I miss the old days. You know, back when homework was like, three pages of Maths and English and Science altogether. Back when ABC was the best thing ever, and boys were just stupid and totally not worth it. (Okay, I admit it, I've never really felt that way about boys...)

But you know, back when you could sit around and watch stuff all day and you wouldn't get in trouble for not doing any housework or homework or... you know, other stuff that you have to do now.

Back when I thought you weren't allowed to kiss till you're married and that 'crap' was a terrible swear word.

Back when life was easy, simple. Easier than this anyway. Before things got hard, confusing, so overloaded... back when I didn't get distracted from going to bed by my blog, just 'cause I feel like I have to express myself.

Back when I wasn't a teenager and I didn't have all these crappy (I know, I said a swear) emotions going on.

Back when a TV show couldn't upset my whole life perspective on a bad day.

Don't you hate it when main characters die? And then everything just sucks for a while? And then like, you wait for it all to turn great, but it takes forever.

Yeah. Me too.

I'm gonna go read Hitch Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy: Mostly Harmless now.

Thursday, March 4, 2010


Love is strange, isn't it?

I mean, the emotion seems so simple, so easy, like, this is how I feel and that's that. But the action. The action is much harder. Because it forms this whole other LEVEL of Love (the emotion) which ends up making things just hurt an awful lot. Because you hurt when they hurt, and sometimes that's a lot, especially if you Love a lot of people that deeply, that carefully. There are so many people in my life that make me hurt when they hurt (not that it's their fault) because I Love them. I really, truly Love them. But I know that that's not always enough... as a human, sometimes I mess up HUGELY. I just really suck sometimes.

So what is Love then?

I'm stumped. Anyone?