Hola!!!!!!! god, i havent written on here for sooo long, what with running around and someone else always on the computer.... you get the idea.
finally moved house... thats right after 7 months of complaining and bitching about the lack of potential buyers, a couple put us out of our misery and we were free to leave the hellhole and move to sunnier land, well 30 mins up the road anyway. although we put on the pretence of hating the old house, on the actual morning my parents were crying at seeing the place looking empty and abandoned, as we had grown up there and it is where they rememeber their parents , so it had a lot of emoitonal memories contained in its walls. the actual day was quite stressful and me and ben ended u having lunch in the back of the car surrouned by all of our stuff.� walking into our new house was daunting as i could barely remember some of it and had never actually seen all of my parents bedroom, but everything seemed great on the surface. however the way my mum has acted over the last few weeks you might diagree as she spots ever expanding cracks in the walls and ceiling but then this has been THE COLDEST WINTER FOR OVER 30 YEARS. i had barely even thought about the old house until last week when i was in school and i thought 'when i get home i'll have to typr this essay quickly as mu parents will want to go to sleep' forgetting that the computer is no longer in their room, woo hoo, from now on youtube until 3 in the morning :) onlu complaint...my bum is going numb as we are still sitting in deckchairs every night, as there is still a lack of furniture about the place, especially in the lounge.
back to school now and history is ....well history, (woo hoo a pun) , thank god, i dont think i could bare to sit there listening to the boring life story of another politicion for one meow seconds, my brain was already starting to melt. parents evening is always a laugh and this year it did not disappoint. one highlight of the evening...al praise miss pickersgill for being the only� teacher EVER to say that it is ok for me to not talk so much in class. one up for the people who just like to sit the quietly, doodling on their paper, whike everyone else's voice's floating around the room.
big news of the week...I MADE MY FIRST SALE. i feel like a proper little business woman. the senior housemistress is giving me 25 quid to crochet her a scarf like the one i made for myself at xmas. lately i was starting to feel that maybe my dream job was not going to happen as the market is to difficlut but thisjust renewed my faith to the extreme.x
well I got to go bye :(
okay my life sucks I'm so scared to go to school because some boy keeps saying that he's going to beat me up. I promised Richie that I wouldn't get into fights at school And my friend decried to be a bitch I'm so stupid to think me and her would actually be friends with me I can't believe that I fell for it I'm so stupid. :(
I agree with that quote. That is why I am so confuse by how people are so eager to throw you a life line of gestures of creative points to use while all that is good it won't make you feel adequate about yourself at least not me because I am a person who's goals has to be my own dreams and activated by me and worked as I see fit and with help if needed, or if I ask and one agrees to assist me. However, I do believe that money is a mere reward to yourself after working, I also believe that feeling good about yourself and the work you do is in it self an reward to, but what good is it if someone decides to network your goals/dreams as if it was theirs ?… I also believe that feeling good about yourself comes from knowing your character and that you have accepted who you are. Have to go for now kids are up. Oh! One other thing money has only been therapy for me lately, until I figure/get my way out of this wet paper bag. {I was lost/off track}......................
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"My heart today smiles at its past night of tears
like a wet tree glistening in the sun
after the rain is over"
Spazout327 35, Female, Missouri, USA - 11 entries
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