You don't understand..you never will. And neither will I.
It's just one of those things..that no one understands.

What Excitement 2012 Will Bring To Me!

January new year, laurens birthday

February valentines day :*, RYANS BIRTHDAY!!!<3

March paiges birthday, katies birthday, danielles birthday, MY BIRTHDAY!!!, xfactor tour

April hannahs birthday, april fools

May cynthias birthday, georgies birthday

June tashas birthday, regatta, ellington gala, study leave!

July exams-.-, summer!

August festival, gilly hicks day

September taylors birthday, start of college

October aarons birthday, halloween

November fireworks night, mummys birthday

December CHRISTMAS!!, new year

i want to be a princess when i grow up!

it's wierd to think it's finally here..that moment we've all been waiting for since we were little; choosing our future.
i always dreamt of how it would go.. i would become a princess and live happily ever after:)
but, it's not exactly like that.. it's not as simple as the sims makes it seem; there are no cheat codes you can programme in. it's not easy..
you have difficult decisions to make, there's a lot of pressure, oh and don't forget to get straight A*s in your GCSE's!
then you have to think..what do i actually want to be when i grow up? well naturally i'd definitely rather be a princess but i don't think they do an a-level in that:/
i was thinking of going for the 'legally blonde' type thing, and becoming a lawyer..but really when i looked at the sixth form courses, i didn't really like any of them..
so as much as i'd love to go to sixth form, get my a-levels, and go to university.. i'm going to college to be creative:3

shit i ran out of unlimited texts

one step forward..two steps back..
'just be true to who you are'
three steps forward.. four steps back..

i'm on the brink of discovering myself. so close to releasing my full potential in everything i do. it's risky though..being a nanometre away from doing everything you only ever dreamt of doing.. even those silly things, like tell a random guy they're hot, or telling that bitch to sit the fuck down..
i've always wanted to be that person..that person who goes that extra mile..that person who doesn't care what people think.
and finally i'm so nearly there.
but it's a scary thought..it's so out of my comfort zone; out of everything i'm used to.
but hey.. who wants to grow up with no interesting stories to tell their grandkids?
'there was this one time i danced on my maths table in front of the whole class because i could' - not a very good example to set, but it's interesting..it's something to remember for a lifetime..one more picture for your scrapbook.
i feel like i'm on the edge of a cliff. all i need to do is jump.

i'll get there someday

Grace at 3 years old says "I want these ones mummy!" pointing at the brand new pointe shoes sitting in the ballet shop. The shopkeeper laughs and says "Oh you'll be buying them someday!". Unfortunately, that small but faithful ballet shop young Grace visited a lot to get new ballet shoes or a new tutu closed down. Along with it went Grace's motivation to someday wear those shiny new pointe shoes..

We all do silly things when we're young. We eat insects, mud, we fall over, we run in the road.. And that's because we just don't care. We don't have the knowledge of the big bad world to care about the consequences of our actions. So, when i gave up ballet, I didn't care that maybe later in life it would be the one thing I regret more than anything. It genuinely breaks my heart to look at my best friend and think 'I could be like her right now..', doing leaps, wearing amazing outfits, tiptoeing around, light as a feather, on my brand new shiny pointe shoes. I can't really blame my tiny little self for giving it up; my mum tells me I was like a fairy elephant! But now I have to start right back from the beginning again..build the technique, cascade through the levels until I've relived my entire childhood. It will take a long time, it will take dedication, but what else can one do? I'll get there someday, no doubt about it..I just wish that 'someday' was today.

live for now, forget forever

to be carefree..is it asking too much?
where did people get this whole idea of 'pretty' 'ugly' 'fat' 'skinny'? why are we all categorized? we're human beings not toys!
it's very cliche but we were all made individually and perfect in our own way.
so fuck the haterz and do what the hell you like.
smoke, wear tutu's, read books and speak your mind.
because..at the end of the day..anyone who leaves your side for being you..isn't worth a nanomillimicrosecond of your precious time.
life can be good so throw those troubles away and see the brighter patch of the cake mother penguins!