It's Crap Anyway.

Just for once, I wanted to wake up in a good mood and then paint something great for art. What happened? I woke up with an incredibly painful wrist and then once it was better, I had a huge argument with the acrylic paint. Why? Because I needed blue, white and navy to paint a china cup. When I put the tiniest dot of black in with the blue, it turned green. GREEN! What the hell? All I wanted to do was paint a tea cup and then present it to my teacher to say, "Look Miss, I really do try and I really do care. I actually did this on my own." Of course I can't though, because I am so crap at art, I don't even know the first thing about the different kind of paints. I am officially one of the crapest people in my art class and t be completely and totally honest, I've stopped caring because it's my own fault for taking such a stupid subject and it's a pointless GCSE anyway.

Kindest Regards,
A Disappointed,

Stripes xy

Snowy Balls

I'm eating Marks and Spencer's Snowy Balls! They're milk chocolate balls (71%) in a crisp candy shell, rolled in icing sugar. To make it better, it's Made in the UK with Belgian Chocolate. The best chocolate is all Belgian of course... Kasabian just came on Tv, yay!

Anyway, lately I've been seeing multiple people with the intent of fixing my body up. I have benign hyper mobility and it causes a lot of pain sometimes, I also have co-ordination and balance problems, just because I'm special! I was loning in school today as all the Welshies were on a trip to North Wales (and all of my friends, as you've probably guessed, are Welshies). So I left school at dinner time in order to see a physio lady. We had a long talk about multiple things, what the main concerns are, medical history, that kind of thing...

OH LORD! Cobra Starship's new song was just on Kerrang! They're finally getting somewhere over here! Yay! I MAKE THE GOOD GIRLS GO BAD!!! I MAKE THE... sorry.

long story short, she advised I take up yoga, so we bought a yoga set and Mother just bought a yoga dvd from Amazon.com! I'm going to be physically active everyone! How dandy is that?! Oh yeah, and I got full marks again in English, so I had a talk with him as he insulted me by hinting at plagiarism. he told me it was so good, as opposed to I'm too bad to get full marks... Woop.

Kindest Regards,

An Enthusiastic,

Stripes xy

The Dream Stealer

There's something about school that is breaking my bruised heart; I don't expect you to know what it is, because it is a recent (or at least has only been noticed as of late) thing. Here, let me explain:

I have a book, a very expensive notebook to be exact, and I love it with all my mind. Everything from the powder pink background to the bright green bird as the main feature. It appeals to all my senses... I was too scared to use it because I was scared that I would simply waste it. However, after using my Dream Dictionary for months, dreams have become very important to me, so I decided that using it as a Dream Book, where I jot all of my dreams down, wouldn't be considered as a waste by myself in a few months time.

This is the background of my tragic tale...

Ever since school started back, dreams have been escaping my memory box as soon as my mind awakens. This is very upsetting because not only do I now have next to no idea what is playing on my sub-conscious, but I also have nothing to write down in my favourite, very expensive notebook. I'll have a huge gap in it and that, quite simply, will not do!

Mother says that this is a good thing as it shows that there is nothing stressful or important enough playing on my mind for me to actually remember the oh so important dreams, however, I disagree and think that the lack of memory as far as dreams are concerned is being caused by school itself! Alas, in my opinion, School has stolen my Dreams, and that's a crime...

Actually, using the word crime has just reminded me of something that I read the other day... In Poem for the Day One, there's a bullet point in the top left corner of October 29 (Pg.317) and it says the following:

Sir Walter Raleigh executed October 29th 1618. Facing death he is reported to have said of the axe, "This is sharp medicine, but it is a sure cure for all diseases"

I just thought that was pretty epic and I had to share it with you!

Kindest Regards,

A Dreamless,

Stripes xy