I feel so bad all the time lately, I'm not studying and today I remained home to miss 8 lectures just so I can work, I have worked, but not as much as I was hoping for.
I blame Narnia.Good thing about today is I managed to say 'pika' before sneezing. BEST MOMENT EVER!! XD
*ends with a happy dance*
I want to get rid of all the blogs posted below, like cleanse myself of those memories in a way, I know lame, so like I shall blog to push them down and further and further away (:Days are good, couple of arguments here and there but nothing major. I discovered the greatness of skype-ing people, I'm on skype with Jamie right now, poor thing I'm kinda being boringly silent while he waits for me to finish
Being productive in the artistic side of me is really a horrible way of trying to productively study!
Just to inspire myself I placed my prospectus to the University of Aberdeen infront of me and my A-levels time table pinned next to my laptop screen, thoughts behind all this was that they'd be an inspiration for me to actually work!
*sigh*
Ah well (:
I shall now get back to jamie, or sleep really.. I'm not dead but I need rest I realised...
I shall leave you with a song that is stuck and will remain stuck in my head for a while and I give credit to Simon for re-introducing this video into my life (:
Side Note: Also, if you want to laugh sometime, search for Adam Hills - leg or Jeff Dunham - Daughter/Dog. So funny, I promise you pretty people (:
Be blessssssedd x
Well, New Year was 6 days ago, I know I know, but I couldn't not blog about it now, could I? (:2009 was an epic fail in making me happy, but looking back I'm happy at all the things that happened in my life, I mean I love the person I am right now, I've grown and I like how I can actually feel the change, not tangible (maybe the extra added weight from Christmas... but that's not what I'm talking about xD) but I can actually realise from my actions and thoughts.
A'levels are bang infront of me now, not round the corner anymore, I'm excited, they're an important part in a students life, so it's great to be on this roller coaster of constant work and worried sleepless nights of 'Will I manage to get the grades I want?' or 'Will I manage to get enough points to get into Uni?'. Worst question of all that I'm trying soooo hard to avoid is... 'What the hell am I gonna do with my life after A's?' It's a moot spot at the moment. So I'm just gonna work and study as best I can, pray and see what comes out of it, but I refuse to let these exams take over me (:
Twenty-Ten.. Well I'm awaiting many great things to come out of this year but even if many things fail like last year, I know that I will be able to turn them around into epic moments, I don't know I just have this feeling this year is gonna be one I shall remember forever, hopefully. I'm scared about that cause in life when I say something good is about to happen, something bad always comes with it, so I'm petrified at the radical changes I'm gonna go through this year, but again, excited all the same (:
I want to own a zoo. Seriously! Animals are so cute, today was filled with them for me, I met Ellie [Chaplaincy's adorable dwarf rabbit], my 3 beautiful guinea pigs and while I was playing 102 Dalmations, *sigh* [Side note: Yes I know but I just re-found this game and I got nostalgic, I just had to play] ...Getting back to my point... my mom walks in and hands me a calendar of PUPPIES! I'm in love <3>
Blessings my siblings, may your life be filled with awesome every day (:
Wow. I forgot blogs existed. Honestly. How sad. But I'm back (:
Maths is killing me and I think I killed facebook and twitter with me, poor souls. No one but paula put up with me really, so to paula I am grateful (:
And drea miskina (: To the ends of the earth we will go.. Fill us with poweerrr.. (8)
I like tim hughes a lot atm tbh.
So anyway, lately I've had loads of dreams and hopes running around in my head that to be quite honest are making me dizzy and giving me a headache everyday. Now it's always good to dream, but headaches aren't good I'm guessing. I'm not sure really. I'm just having a hormonal stage of happy-sad-stressed-confused-sad-worried-stressed-confused. And that's how I feel like all the time. I might explode I tell you. But no one is gonna read this I bet, I abandoned my poor blog months ago. Only posting emo stories really.
I've learnt how to smile again (: I have tarzan and jonny and bobbie to make me happy.
Persecution isn't fun and tbh it's like people are finding me a target to laugh at lately, I don't like it. Respect my beliefs and shut your faces is what I constantly want to scream. But that wouldn't be to good of me.
My head hurts but I still have 5 topics to get through. The library started to hurt my ass again. My muscles are stiff, but life is still epic. Cause I have friends (: Don't ever take them for granted guys, they're the most like.. awesome element to get mixed into anyones life (:
So I have a challenge for you kids.. Smile even when you're unhappy this week, and make sure to smile at a person you've never even acknowledged in one of your classes. It's always good to smile, you live longer that way (:
Keep Faith
Zoe x
Scribbling down the last sentence to my story, I re-read it and couldn't find it in me to continue. Two parts. I thought about everything that happened to me after and knew that not even a 100 parts would cover it. I now felt as if I was reading someone else is story and not my own. It's like it all happened to someone else. The person I've become and the things I've accomplished, should truly be written down, but when the time is right I will eventually get a flashback good enough to write. But till then my story will remain in my head and mine and for today I will just enjoy the sweet taste of being a year older. More mature (just a tad bit) , smarter (just a tad bit more) and older (365 days older to be exact). I don't like the sound of it, but it's the way things are.
Many things have happened to me, but for now, you'll just know me as the newly aged 17 year old with the name of Zoe and maybe one day I will continue telling you about Aprils story, but for now, it's just me.
So you might know me, but you don't know my story.
Hiding her nose in her books was the best solution to every problem that faced her. She knew that each individual book would hit home in a way and give her bits and pieces to the huge puzzle that needed to be her solution. Though how was she to find a solution to moving? She always loved and respected her parents although having the normal day-to-day quarrels with them, but too much was too much.
Moving her away? To another country?! None the less happening a few days before her lovely-full-of-plans-summer began, the summer where being 16 was the best thing in the world, with no worries but which beach she would visit the next day, or which job she was going to have so as to pay for her summer trip abroad. Oh but no, parents are parents and since she was under age unlike her dear sister, she was forced to go wherever her parents went, alone with only hamsters to keep her company.
“It's all this stupid recessions fault” she thought to herself. She had studied and read up about the recession online keeping up to date with the mess that the Lehman brothers company left behind, never really broadening her research to see who actually discovered the company but always wandered if these brothers wanted to change the world by forming it, as all business men would like to think but never really realising that they will actually one day affect the whole world and hence affect HER.
Her family being broke from this stupid world money crisis as she liked to call it, decided to move to a better place to get a better job, and she still failed to see how Italy was any better. She was so ashamed of being the typical cliché girl after being told the news, stamping her feet while screaming and sobbing that she would not go, although these attempts where futile and all she gained from them was a hoarse voice for a couple of weeks.
“All my dreams, my hopes, the future I wanted is here” she kept pleading till the last hour before their departure. Her parents looked at her as if they didn't understand english anymore.“April, take control, have faith” Is all she could master telling herself now in the car driving off to what her father thought was the best future he could give her but what she saw was a mere blackness of a future with nothing positive insight for her.
She dove into her book once again, having gotten rid of the horrible dizzy feeling you get whilst reading in a traveling vehicle. Harry potter never disappointed her before, never having much of a happy ending himself, she consoled herself in those books, only coming to the end, crying and making it all worse for some odd reason. So now turning on to the next book on this 12 hour drive that lay ahead of them.
Desperate, she clung to her pillow which she just had to take with her and cried into it silently so that her parents wouldn't realise that she was dying inside just as fast as the car was traveling away from her friends... Her home.
