“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.