ANALYSIS

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What do like and dislike about yourself:

☺ I like that I make myself laugh.
☺ I like that I don’t follow the crowd.

☺ I like that I am polite.
☺ I like the way I style my clothes together.
☺ I like how silly I am.

☺ I like that I don’t care what other people think of me.

☹ I dislike that I am not skinny.
☹ I dislike that I can be incredibly vain.
☹ I dislike that I look so derpy in unexpected photographs.
☹ I dislike how much I criticise myself.
☹ I dislike that I cannot share anything.
☹ I dislike that I have a short temper.

Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Social Networking and eBay - to live without it would benefit my well-being and my bank account.
                    
Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Tea - this really doesn’t need an explanation because tea is love.

What is your favorite part of your body and why?
My favourite part of my body is my face - it’s rather photogenic and acne-free.

What do you think people misunderstand most about you?
They think I’m a rich snob because of my stuck-up face, the way I dress and the stuff I have. Or they think I’m very quiet and nice - that’s not really true either. I don’t want to be one of those boring, sweet girls with no personality...mehhh.

What is the thing you most wish you were great at?

I wish I could dance. I am extremely jealous of people of people who just look so cool dancing. I feel super awkward, clumsy and embarrassed - I’ll probably end up doing the Cha Cha Slide at my wedding reception.

THINGS THAT CROSS MY MIND A LOT

“Heh heh, he’s hot”

I must admit, I think about guys a lot. Being female and an adolescent, it’s perfectly normal for me to swoon over men. (I keep telling myself that anyway.) Like, there’s girls from the age of 12 with steady boyfriends right through high school, and seriously that’s not for me at all. I’m far too busy to have time to spend with a boyfriend to be honest. I’m sure the right guy will come along someday, but for now, I will window shop.

“I look a mess”

Okay, I don’t think this all the time, but sometimes you just look at yourself in the mirror and go eugh. It’s not all the craic having a round face, I would love to have glowing cheekbones and beautiful pearly teeth (it was quite saddening to realise my teeth weren’t going to be any whiter when I got my brace off in 2008) I do like having flawless skin though, I hope my skin lasts until I’m old. I’ll just keep slappin’ the face cream on.

“Dang how could these guys/girls look so hot/skinny/stylish/charismatic/gorgeous/cute/pretty/funny/ TALENTED?”

Yeah, K-Pop goes in my mind a lot, not as much as usual. But their music is so awesome, I love it so much. And Korea’s fashion is many steps ahead of us, I’d just travel over there to get some of the amazing style! It’s all good fun. I like thinking about it.

“Aww, why can’t I do that.”

I often feel a pang of jealously for them multi-talented people who can do everything I can’t. Dance. Sing. Speak aloud without crapping up a single sentence. Play an instrument. Be better at art. Do maths without a calculator. Make funny jokes. Have perfect eyesight.

In my head I think how cool it would be if I was able to do these things, then I go back to reality and realise I can’t. Life can be cruel!

“That would be a good post idea.”

Yes. Frequently, at least once a day, I think about Blogger or an idea of something I could blog about. One of them ‘idea’ things I have..

“Eugh I’m so tired..ah my foot..ah the hanger fell...i tripped..hit my head... gah why am I so stupid”

This is me on school mornings, especially Mondays, because I’m very tired after the weekend. So I usually go into school in a foul mood..unless tea and music helps. It does 99.4% of the time. I often wonder what way my conscious speaks, and when typing it down, I sound like an ogre.

“You should be my bay-be, bay-be, bay-be”

“put your PAWS up”

“Eh eh Eh Eh, break it down now”

Music lyrics itself crosses my mind constantly. I love music, I don’t remember what spent time doing before I had my classic iPod. (who is still alive and well!)

I think Emma said this in a post, but there is definitely a theory if you don’t finish listening to a song it gets stuck in your head until you either 1. finish listening to it, 2. listen to the whole thing again, 3. tell someone it’s stuck in your head or alternatively 4. sing it aloud.

I seriously enjoy a good beat so I can mindlessly dance to it, wether this being in my free’s doing some work or just walking somewhere (I occasionally dance going into school, nobody sees me I hope.) I also would sing LOUDLY when art is going well, but just at home!

“Oh that sounds fun, let’s do that!”

I thank my creative brain for giving me good ideas for things. Well I usually think they are, I don’t tell anyone until I carry them out, then they can’t be changed, stolen or banned. I have these little epiphanies at least 3 a week, and then they roll in my mind until I actually take action. For example, get a penpal- someone I could conventionally write to every couple of months. It’s so old skool compared to writing a stupid email, which isn’t personal at all. And now after much searching, I’ve got a penpal! Yay, I get more post. Let’s hope she writes.

The only other thing ticking in my mind is to write more letters for celebrities, which gives me a better chance to own an autograph........and to get more post of course.

"ohhhhhhhhh the FUTURE oohhhh"

After a frightful battle with UCAs, my application was sent away..and so far I’ve got two conditionals and an interview. Which is great of course, but I still feel far too young to be planning to go to university, it’s just weird and a little bit scary at times. The future constantly winds up my brain, I miss being a child, there were no worries at all.

Note to self: do some revision!!!

Peace.

HONESTY

Okay, the whole point of this blog is writing what you really think of a certain person. You can say whatever on earth you want to and they won't know. Each number is a different person.

Person 1.) You are so cool. You know everything about me and the way my mind works. I don't know what I would do without you and we share everything with each other. However, I notice you are very distant recently.. are you OK? I wish you were back to normal and everything will be fun and normal again.

Person 2.) Why have you abandoned me?? We used to be such good friends and now you totally ignore me at every possible moment I try to talk. I thought you were quite cool and respected you for who you are. I've given up now. All you think about is yourself-You are a lazy slob... I still miss you though.

Person 3.) Let's add to my anger here for person number 3. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. You have changed so much in the two years that I have known you. You used to be so nice and so sweet. Now you hang around with them awful people and you really get on my nerves. Catch yourself on.

Person 4.) I think I'm getting on with you better now-a-days. For a while I really hated you, I know that's harsh. But you got on my nerves so much. Especially last year. But this year things are gonna get better.

Person 5.) Strangely enough, number 5 and I get on great. I never thought I'd be friends with you, you seem too "cool." You are great craic and so so fashionable, I am jealous of your amount of clothes. And you're so funny, you are class. BUT you never listen to anything and you are so unorganised!! You have great ideas but never get round to doing them, which is a shame. I sometimes carry them out instead, but anything I do, you can do better. Which can be a bit sickening sometimes.

Person 6.) HA you make me laugh so much. You have a wicked sense of humour and I think you have more common sense than I do. I feel blessed having you as my brother and as my friend.

Person 7.) Hey, you are so nice. Like, you have changed so much since September and since then we get on so well. You are so lovely. You always smile at me in school and always make an effort in talking to me even though somedays I feel like crap. I love how calm and quiet your nature is. You are really great with kids too.

Person 8.) Why don't we talk anymore? I'm sorry I have been so busy with school and stuff. But to be honest, you are too obsessed with your boyfriend to have time with anyone.

Person 9.) Wowee you are so sweet and kind! You are a darling. You are afraid to offend anyone and you are so so polite. I love how we are becoming more friendly again! Just like old times!

Person 10.) You look at me in school all funny. It's scaring me a bit. You never used to talk to me and suddenly you do. It's odd.

SUNSCREEN

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99...

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.

The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance. even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you

knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.

Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…