well.

let’s not go after that one then…

and breathe

okay so i have had time to calm down. sorry about that >< i was really upset that someone would break into my locker steal my belongings then break it, and lose it. i have every right to be fuming.

today was pretty good. lunch and writing class were the best! I LOVE CHEESECAKE!!!!!!!!  here is a shout out to the amazing girl who makes my day by bringing me cheesecake. ILU  writing class is awesome. this year we have some amazing people that like reading there stuff out loud and i like that. I also like the way you look at me and smile. i like that. i like that a lot. i like eating cheesecake and listening to the sound of your voice, i like that too.

i like coming home and finding out that my best friend, has applied for a residence visa in Canada and is more than likely moving here in August. i like that. i like pretty people, and people that talk lots. i like rain. i really like rain. i like taking pictures and having pictures taken of me. i like loaning out books, and having people tell me about how much they liked it. i like talking about characters and getting into arguments about which character is better and why. i realise that i like a lot of things. and i like that. i like warm showers with clothes on.  i think i like being wet in general

i like that emoticon. it looks cute. i hope all goes well at the vets today! i like my dogs, Sparky and Ruuqo. i also like gazing at my fish tank. okay, here are some pictures. the amazing Sierra Franklin took them. of me. don’t steal these. i will find you and curse your family :P  look on her blog!  http://whatliesbehindgreeneyes.blogspot.com/

what do you think? isn’t Sierra AMAZING at PHOTOGRAPHY

Zoh my god!

i have been meaning to blog for what feels like forever. but i just haven't got around to it, mainly cos time is something i lack.

current mood: fuck, if this year doesn’t end soon it is going to end me. i am so tired of everything going wrong. it may be the way i am thinking, but i haven't been thinking like this all year, only recently after the events that have happened. Seriously. I am tired of it. oh BTW we are taking sparky- my dog down to the vets in a couple of hours because she is sick. someone went into my locker and broke my fountain pen- this fountain means a lot, my dad bought it for me when he went back to England. that kind of means a lot to me- who the fuck goes into peoples lockers anyway? not only that they haven't returned it either. fuck. scratch magazine better arrive soon and word fest better be good, or there will be higher consequences to pay. I'm going to run out of room for butterflies…in other words. FUCK

do you know what, i want to write something happy here. but i can’t think of it. i am on my last straw with you, you are driving me insane!. and you, i cant wait to take pictures of you-i guess that is exciting, and you- i am so excited to see you, you touch you, i haven’t had a hug from you in over 2 years. less than a year now. i love you!

think positive think positive. not working…

change?

that was the original title of my blog, but i got distracted. so i decided not to blog today. here is a picture, or a few. they are all black and white. taken on the same day!

bam. shooting star.

i wish to be free.

from the chains you tied me in,

from the cell you locked me in

i wish to be free

i wish for you

not you, this is a different you,

a you that makes my knee’s weak,

a you with a phenomenal smile.

a you that is not you, because you are no longer a part of my life

but you are.

here you go.

here are a couple of pictures from an epic adventure with a pretty cool new friend i made.

life is good.

i don’t generally rant about how good life is. mainly cos i like basking in the moment. but i will tell you right now (if you have read perks of being a wallflower you will get this.)

I FEEL INFINITE!

Gorgeous

This is the beautiful Elisha.

AAAAAH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

 

[insert really deep reason as to why i am screaming? squeeing? here]

pink day?

|why did i not wear pink on pink day? it’s not because i don’t have any pink clothes, i have a perfectly fine pink t-shirt. no. in my many years of high school i have decided that pink day is just a day where bullies go all out wearing pink as if they are repenting their sin’s.

don’t get me wrong i know not everyone who wears pink is a bully, and some people actually mean it when they wear pink.  I’m just talking about the people who have bullied me.

Since grade three i have been bullied, i was teased, i had my lunch stolen. i was never physically beaten up it was always more of a mental/verbal type thing. so i changed school. i eventually changed country.

still i was bullied. might i add it got considerably worse when i came to Canada, i was introduced to a new word. faggot. grade seven was a hard year. i finally got to the high school and i thought it would be better because of pink day. i thought there was no bullying because of all the people who wore pink. boy was i wrong.

i have tried to repress many of my memories of being bully but one always comes back to haunt me.

it was grade eight gym class, we were playing basket ball. i was sitting on the bench when a bunch of guys, there was about six of them came up to me. it was nearly the end of class, and that net thing was pulled across the gym. the teachers were on the other side. these boys came up to me and surrounded me, my back was against the wall. they shoved their crotches in my face and told me to suck their lollipops. then they kept tormenting me until we were told to get changed. there has been many of these types of incidents but the one thing that struck me the most is that…

These guys were the ones who dressed the most flamboyantly on pink day. they wore their sister’s pink tank tops and pyjama pants and pink cowboy hats. it made me sick. it still does.

i honestly think it is wrong to bully someone then go to school on pink day and pretend it never happened.

something is definitely wrong in this equation, i think all this anti bullying campaigning is wonderful. but it doesn't work. instead of trying to stop the bullying i think we need to be more supportive to the victims.

Bullying will never end. it is everywhere. and it always will be.