Sing A Rainbow!

Yep, new colour scheme guys, how cool am I? Not very is the answer, seeing as I'm posting a blog about the fact that I changed the colours of my blog... Although you should be proud about how I've broken away from pinks & purples! I'm an addict, seriously.

I have to help with dinner but I suddenly have the urge to write a blog, so it'll be short, sweet and rushed! And I've just been told to get off, so this may just go as a draft or an edit...

BIRTHDAY!
Was amazing. Just amazing. Thank you to everyone who made it great; I loved ALL my presents and cards and all the thoughtful things that people did for me that made me feel so loved :)

LASER BRIDGE!
A fantastic night, whatever all the killjoys say. Will probably edit this with a couple of photos (from birthday too) just to commemorate the occasion :) Lovely people, beautiful views... I sound so wet, but it was just nice. However much I hate that word.

COLLEGE
Haven't really said much about it, but I'm loving it so utterly and completely; such a change from high school (best days of our lives? whatever.). I'm meeting the most brilliant people and learning about interesting things (for once!) and apparently, it generally gets better after the first term! Bring it on!

ME
I'm on the way to loving myself and not feeling so hateful towards the way I look, how I dress or who I am basically. I like me and that's all that counts, to be perfectly honest. I'm taking control and becoming who I want to be and just step by step improving the things that I want to be improved and detoxing. I love being me and I love life!

As you can tell, I feel CHIPPER! Which is a nice change. Hope you guys like this hurried blog, and I'll be back soon.....

Adieu!

Happy Birthday To Me...

Well, I'm 17 today! Doesn't feel much different, but I like the difference between being 16 and 17; I feel more like an adult (ignore that I just contradicted myself!).

I could write a whole speech on growing up and memories and whatever, but I honestly can't be bothered and want to go enjoy my birthday!

Bye! hahahahahaaa

By the way, thank you to everyone who made my day so great!

Purple Predicament

"If you pass by the color purple in a field and don't notice it, God gets real pissed off." ~ Alice Walker

I love purple. You don't have to know me well to know that; you can tell by my clothes, pencil case, pens, scarves, accessories... I've always loved it.

I don't have a topic in mind for this entry, I just felt that I needed to write stuff down (well type, if I'm going to be pedantic) although I'm not sure about what. I do however, have a feeling that it's going to be some sort of rant, seeing as that's the easiest thing to write as the words just flow because if you're angry, you always have something to say! That's not to say that I'm angry; I'm actually quite calm at the moment, although a little aggravated because of Primark. Well, just clothes in general and how they don't fit me. I'm now thinking do I really want to carry on with this post? Will I regret posting it if I do? I'm in the kind of mood where I want to post it because I've spent time writing this and there seems to point to letting it go to waste... What a predicament.

Well you've all been saved by the bell - I have to go take the washing in from the line, have dinner and go to Links, so I don't have the time to waste my time ranting... Shall I hit publish? I probably will, but I don't think you people will mind reading this, because if you are reading this, you probably know me well enough and don't mind....... Ah, I'm driving myself crazy!

Goodbye, friends! Just wait for the next post where I'll be groaning about this post.....!

Bookworms Of The World, Unite!

"A rose shook in her blood, and shadowed her cheeks. Quick breath parted the petals of her lips. They trembled. Some southern wind of passion swept over her, and stirred the dainty folds of her dress. "I love him, " she said, simply. The girl laughed again. The joy of a caged bird was in her voice. Her eyes caught the melody, and echoed it in radiance; then closed for a moment, as though to hide their secret. When they opened, the mist of a dream had passed across them."

~ Oscar Wilde

I was recommended 'A Picture of Dorian Gray', but was apprehensive about reading it, because of all the classics I'd tried to read but had found too horrible because of the way it's written. Buuuut I found it just fantastic (I still have 20 or so pages left, so no one spoil it for me!) and the way it is written is just beautiful, like the example above, which made me stop and read it again, because it was so wonderful. I highly recommend it to anyone wanting to be adventurous and branch out from the easy-sleazy trash that is so safe to read!

I've come to the conclusion that I have far too many books for the time and space that I have... My shelf is overflowing; I'm going to have to stack stuff up to the ceiling soon and I haven't read about a quarter of the books that I have! The reason for this is the amazing new charity shop near my house called ARC, which also has too many books, so sells fully decent books for £1, or if you're lucky, 25p! Today I bought Enduring Love by Ian McEwan for 75p, Orlando by Virginia Woolf for 25p and Friends, Lovers and Chocolate by Alexander McCall for 75p! Who knows when I'll read them, but it makes me happy buying them and there's no need to feel guilty because it's a charity and they don't put me much out of pocket.

However, there is such a thing as over-indulgence and waste; so where should one draw the line?

"In a consumerist age we would do well to pause and reflect on the extent to which our indulgence in pleasures and pastimes has lost its innocence and humility. Our hobbies should be a means of losing ourselves in sheer delight in those things that appeal on account of the divine image we bear. Have they now become proud demonstrations of calculating self-centred attempts to remake ourselves in an image that we imagine carries greater cultural kudos? Has the acquisition of things, and the status that their ownership brings, become more important to us than any actual pleasure they impart?"

This from an article that I read about a man who has collected over 2 million pieces of Lego and it made me think about all these books that I've accumulated over the years. What is the likelihood that I will read all these books and when (or if) I do, will it be worth it? I'd like to think so, after all, as a letter from the English department at school said, "reading is the greatest journey of all" and I believe that there is no such thing as a wasted read, because you learn something from everything you read, be it a new word, an insight to a new way of writing or that you don't like that author!

I love reading; it's an escape for me and a deep pleasure that thrills me. Getting a new book, from a charity shop, book shop or library, is something I'll never become tired of. I think it's in my genes to be a bookworm, as my parents are avid readers and will go through two books a week gladly. I actually feel sad and disappointed that I haven't had the time to read my book in the past few weeks, although I can happily while away the time on Facebook, which irritates me. Getting back to books (Facebook is a worthy of a whole other entry by itself!), I do feel reluctant to buy several books at a time, because it takes away from the enjoyment of a new book to read straightaway. This is me being incredibly anal and odd, but I'm allowed to feel that way and allowed to write this!

I should probably wrap up now, as I've written more than enough and I know how length can put people off reading something... I just hope that from reading this, people can take away my passion for reading. I hope this has inspired someone to try reading again or get a good book out the library!

The Next Chapter

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end" ~ Seneca

I don't know how I'm going to write this without sounding so cliché. It's happening to everyone, so it's not as if I'm the only one experiencing it, but it does feel like something very important and exciting is happening to me at the moment. I'm moving on and starting the next phase of my life, which fills me with so much excitement and jubilation that I can barely contain it, which would explain why I'm writing this blog entry...


Having the opportunity to start afresh is so appealing and I can't wait.

~

I wrote that a few weeks ago before I started college (as you can see, the entry says Monday 1st September!), but then didn't want to write anymore; I can't remember the reason! Anyway, I've decided that I liked it enough to post, but wanted to add some sort of explanation and possibly more for the sake of it being a decent length entry. I think that I think too much into all this stuff, wanting it to sound eloquent, wordy, cool and somehow be better than the whiny blogs out there, but actually, that's not being me or who I am, so should just write what I want to write and be who I want to be; not who I think I should be. I now feel able to write about what I've done, post photos and talk about being ME and give people an insight into my life, instead of trying to write a masterpiece, every time I click 'new post'. Also, it can allow old friends to keep track of me and what I'm up to; I'd hate to lose contact with them.

So, consider this a new start and a new blog!

L'Avenir

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams" ~ Eleanor Roosevelt

One day I'd like to live on the shore-front in Greece, in a white washed house with multicoloured doors and windows. I'd like to be married and have a couple half-Greek children to home for when they come home from school and they can teach me what was unveiled to them.

One day I'd like to be a free-living, bohemian traveller, with messy hair and crazy clothes. I'd live with what was in my bag and spend my time in picturesque fields, watching sunrises and sunsets with my closest friends and feeling completely at peace with the world.

One day I'd like to be an artist, living in a small apartment Montmartre in Paris, with a view from my bedroom window of the square where life goes on at a steady pace. I could watch the old, crinkled men with their berets and paintbrushes, and sometimes join them for a chat on the dastardly current affairs of the world.

One day I'd like to live as a count'y bumpkin in a hidden-away cottage that has delicate flowers covering the brickwork. I would have a horse or two, who I could ride most days and teach my children to ride, once big enough. The cottage would have captivating views from every window of the enchanting countryside and I would have days free to just ramble and take the most beautiful photos. Most days, you would be able to smell the gorgeous smells of home baking and on Sundays, the exciting scent of a chicken in the oven and the parsnips and potatoes (that we've grown ourselves!) roasting. Even though the nearest village would be a fifteen minute drive away, it would be worth it, because it meant that we could live in this place close to heaven.

I want a happy future, wherever I end up.

An Introduction

"Laughter is a tranquilizer with no side effects" ~ Arnold H. Glasgow

Laughter is indeed the greatest medicine and the best that I could prescribe. I am told that I have many laughs, and I am still trying to figure out what this means; obviously the literal meaning is that I can laugh in many ways, depending on a situation, say, but what does it mean? Does it mean that I have no individual laugh that sets me apart? Is it a chink in my armour of identity? Who knows; it is not something I wish to dwell upon for too long.

So this is my very first blog! I expect all those reading this to be wondering why on earth I chose to do such a thing and no longer be a stranger or a virgin to the global sensation of blogging. I have always thought that bloggers were a new form of attention seekers, divulging their secrets to the world or just being plain annoying and moaning to the world about being grounded for the weekend. But I have discovered that it is not so! One can make their blog whatever they want it to be, be it a place to exhibit photos, poems, stories, recipes, opinions or to create an online community of people who hold similar interests. I have to say that I still don't like or enjoy reading the ones full of drivel about their day at work, or those full of complaints about things that they can never be bothered to change, but if I don't like them, I don't have to read them; it's all up to the author.
I do not yet have a full idea of what I intend my blog to be about, but that is something that I don't need to worry about; I'm just going to let it become what it is to become, be it posting photos or pieces of art to which I am inclined to or poems that I enjoy, opinions on people and programmes, or maybe just my ramblings and thoughts on the world. Let's wait and see, shall we?

So there you have it, my first ever blog, however short it is. Do I feel any pride or satisfaction towards it? Not particularly, although I have to admit that I am probably going to go and tell friends and acquaintances about it, which makes me feel rather excited...