What a beautiful day, the sun isn't shinning and . . . and . . . I want to go back to bed! Yes these were my thoughts exactly when i was waken-up this morning by my sister, who wanted to find an umbrella, even though today was my day off. No school, no Diploma to go to — my Diploma school has an inset day — my day at home, and already I'm woken up early.
I had had so much trouble getting to sleep last night that opening my eyes now was almost painful, I turned over and tried to get more sleep but was woken time and time again by my loud family. I tried to not let it bother me and stared at my ceiling — which has glow in the dark stars and hammer-beads hanging from it — but i began to get a head-ache, I sat and stared at myself in the mirror and realized my hair looked like a hay-stack. I sighed to myself.
But still I decided to get up when everyone left the house, brush my teeth and go put my clothes away. Now that that's done I'm concentrating on my homework and drawing skills — which are really bad by the way — and its still 11:34 AM.
For some reason my mind is crowed with my story — yes I'm writing a story, and need to focus more on it — I cant seem to get the characters out of my head, its like they live there. Never aging, never dieing just helping. and whilst all of this is happening I'm slowly giving up on my book I'm reading, 'Shiver'. I wonder at the moment why am I multi-tasking but I guess this is just how I am, how I have been raised to tackle the world.
Now that I've brought the subject up why are we here? It seems to bother me that were here for a reason that no-body knows what that is, and then in life we suffer and think 'I wish i wasn't here' and then the good points come along and make us want to live forever. But I guess were here for the thing were good at — which I havent found out yet — and for the romance and specialness, as i told my friend yesterday 'Specialness makes the world go round' but then a lot of thing do as well . . . I'll stick to the specialness.
Well I still have lots to do and I think I have wrote enough for my first ever blog, sorry to the people reading if this does happen to bore the hell out of you but this does happen to be my life. And before I leave this world I plan to tell people some parts of it.
Have a great day everyone.
I had had so much trouble getting to sleep last night that opening my eyes now was almost painful, I turned over and tried to get more sleep but was woken time and time again by my loud family. I tried to not let it bother me and stared at my ceiling — which has glow in the dark stars and hammer-beads hanging from it — but i began to get a head-ache, I sat and stared at myself in the mirror and realized my hair looked like a hay-stack. I sighed to myself.
But still I decided to get up when everyone left the house, brush my teeth and go put my clothes away. Now that that's done I'm concentrating on my homework and drawing skills — which are really bad by the way — and its still 11:34 AM.
For some reason my mind is crowed with my story — yes I'm writing a story, and need to focus more on it — I cant seem to get the characters out of my head, its like they live there. Never aging, never dieing just helping. and whilst all of this is happening I'm slowly giving up on my book I'm reading, 'Shiver'. I wonder at the moment why am I multi-tasking but I guess this is just how I am, how I have been raised to tackle the world.
Now that I've brought the subject up why are we here? It seems to bother me that were here for a reason that no-body knows what that is, and then in life we suffer and think 'I wish i wasn't here' and then the good points come along and make us want to live forever. But I guess were here for the thing were good at — which I havent found out yet — and for the romance and specialness, as i told my friend yesterday 'Specialness makes the world go round' but then a lot of thing do as well . . . I'll stick to the specialness.
Well I still have lots to do and I think I have wrote enough for my first ever blog, sorry to the people reading if this does happen to bore the hell out of you but this does happen to be my life. And before I leave this world I plan to tell people some parts of it.
Have a great day everyone.
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