Cook.
Enjoy the sun.
Bake.
Dance in the rain.
Save money.
Make new friends.
Wear more of the clothes you already have.
Smile at people.
Paint.
Try harder.
Take photos.
Do what you're good at.
Clean your room.
Go to beaches.
Re-arrange furniture.
Flirt.
Get rid of things.
Dress up.
Donate.
Dress down.
Be organized.
Say hello.
Recycle.
Help out.
Knit.
Volunteer.
Sew.
Make your own clothes.
Exercise.
Eat healthy.
Practice piano.
See things.
See places.
Read books.
Tan.
Blast music.
Make things for people.
Take care of yourself.
Be grateful.
Don't raise your voice when you're angry.
Learn to play a new instrument.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Doctor
I was looking through old notebooks from when I was very little and I found this in one of them:
DOCTOR
I would like to become a doctor because if you are a good doctor, you will get paid very well. But if you're a bad doctor, you're chances aren't so high.
There are good days for a doctor and there are bad days.
An example of a bad day is when you have to look inside someone's bottom. On a good day, you don't get a lot of patients.
DOCTOR
I would like to become a doctor because if you are a good doctor, you will get paid very well. But if you're a bad doctor, you're chances aren't so high.
There are good days for a doctor and there are bad days.
An example of a bad day is when you have to look inside someone's bottom. On a good day, you don't get a lot of patients.
Books, books, books
My friend Robin suggested that our little group of four should write a book. I think it's a great idea and it could be really interesting. I realize that writing a book is a huge project but I'm willing to give it a go. However, I want to read more books and write more before we write a book, even if it's not on my blog. I'm going to make a list of all the books I read this year and see how many I can read in a year.
I went to the library on Tuesday, December 22nd and took out 5 books:
- A Year in Europe by Rachel Hawthorne (finished it yesterday)
- Chicks with Sticks (Knitwise) by Elizabeth Lenhard (this is the one I'm reading right now, I'm really enjoying it since I like knitting and I have a group of four friends that I can somewhat relate to)
- Say Goodnight, Gracie by Julie Reece Deaver
- Where I Want to Be by Cara DeVito
- The Music of Dolphins by Karen Hesse
I went to the library on Tuesday, December 22nd and took out 5 books:
- A Year in Europe by Rachel Hawthorne (finished it yesterday)
- Chicks with Sticks (Knitwise) by Elizabeth Lenhard (this is the one I'm reading right now, I'm really enjoying it since I like knitting and I have a group of four friends that I can somewhat relate to)
- Say Goodnight, Gracie by Julie Reece Deaver
- Where I Want to Be by Cara DeVito
- The Music of Dolphins by Karen Hesse
Monday, November 2, 2009
Vive la Vida
Today I got my art drawing back that I did about two weeks ago when we started our drawing unit. My teacher mentioned to the class before he handed them back to us that he thinks some of us traced our drawings. He said: "Some of you probably traced your drawings, and then realized that I would probably notice that you traced them, so you moved one object over to make it look imperfect." When I got my drawing back, he asked me if I traced mine and I said "No, I didn't. I swear," because I would never trace it because that's cheating but I also find that it's cheating my own self. He said that he held mine up to the original photo that we had to copy (it was a still-life photo) and that everything was in exactly the right place but the wine bottle was a bit thicker. However, he believed that I didn't trace mine (I said that I could do another right in front of his eyes) and changed my mark of 14/15 to a 14.5/15. Some of you probably think that I'm the pickest person ever because I wanted more marks, but that's not the case. I just wanted to make sure that he doesn't think I cheat. :P
I recently put more music onto my iPod. I put the FIFA Soccer Video Game Soundtrack from 2005 on and I think that "Vive la Vida" by Gusanito is my favourite song. I also have some polish music on there; it's the album Pan Tadeusz. I love the song "Soplicowo".
There's a girl in four out of five of my classes at school named Becca. She moved here this year from Winnipeg and she became a good friend of mine. I think we're going to go to the market on Saturday since she hasn't seen it yet, then she invited me to her house after that until our Production starts. She lives on the huge hill that I have never walked up but she has to walk up it every morning and down it every afternoon after school... I'm probably going to have to walk up the hill to Production. :| Oh well.
In school we're reading To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee for English class. I think it's a very good book and I'm enjoying it. I'm on Chapter 26/31 so I'm almost done. I'm also almost done the first short story in the Woman's Hour Book of Short Stories. I started it maybe a month ago so as you can see I haven't read basically any of it. I think that once my workload at school lightens (we get homework in English, Math and Science every single night although tonight I have a night of from English) I'll keep reading it.
I also want to knit my brother a pair of mittens and maybe one for my dad, but I don't know how often he would wear them. I wouldn't mind knitting myself a little hat or something either. I am almost done knitting the scarf I started about 2 months ago; I used to be able to sit down a lot near the end of the summer and knit but again, I'm in school now and I have a lot of work. This wouldn't be a problem but I find it extremely hard to concentrate on things that I find boring.
Well that's it for now, I don't know when the next time I write will be but I'm trying to make it more often.
I recently put more music onto my iPod. I put the FIFA Soccer Video Game Soundtrack from 2005 on and I think that "Vive la Vida" by Gusanito is my favourite song. I also have some polish music on there; it's the album Pan Tadeusz. I love the song "Soplicowo".
There's a girl in four out of five of my classes at school named Becca. She moved here this year from Winnipeg and she became a good friend of mine. I think we're going to go to the market on Saturday since she hasn't seen it yet, then she invited me to her house after that until our Production starts. She lives on the huge hill that I have never walked up but she has to walk up it every morning and down it every afternoon after school... I'm probably going to have to walk up the hill to Production. :| Oh well.
In school we're reading To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee for English class. I think it's a very good book and I'm enjoying it. I'm on Chapter 26/31 so I'm almost done. I'm also almost done the first short story in the Woman's Hour Book of Short Stories. I started it maybe a month ago so as you can see I haven't read basically any of it. I think that once my workload at school lightens (we get homework in English, Math and Science every single night although tonight I have a night of from English) I'll keep reading it.
I also want to knit my brother a pair of mittens and maybe one for my dad, but I don't know how often he would wear them. I wouldn't mind knitting myself a little hat or something either. I am almost done knitting the scarf I started about 2 months ago; I used to be able to sit down a lot near the end of the summer and knit but again, I'm in school now and I have a lot of work. This wouldn't be a problem but I find it extremely hard to concentrate on things that I find boring.
Well that's it for now, I don't know when the next time I write will be but I'm trying to make it more often.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Can't you just..... pretend to be happy?
For quite some time now (quite some time being a few years) I get the feeling that my parents are no longer in love. In fact, if you observed our family for just a few days, you would see that my dad doesn't smile often and sits on the computer downstairs and my mom works hard cleaning the house. You would also notice that they don't touch eachother, kiss eachother, or talk to eachother like lovers do. My mom's name has become "You".
I don't know what happened a few years ago. My mom thinks that it's after we came back from Scotland in 2007. She thinks he misses living there and misses his family and everything. And why not? It's beautiful and we've got no family here. But my mom left Poland and my dad left Scotland and they got married and had two kids. Of course, they weren't supposed to live in this house for more than 2 years, but that doesn't really have anything to do with their relationship.
When my mom picks my dad up from work they don't say hi to each other and they don't give each other a kiss hello like they used to. Being in the backseat and seeing my dad get in and give my mom a kiss would be a normal thing to do. I got used to it. Now I'm used to not seeing that happen. Will it ever happen again? Doubtful.
My mom says that my dad is so charming around other people. It's true. They go to parties as a couple and talk to each other and put big smiles on and laugh with their friends, but they're never touching. It wouldn't really bother me that much if I knew they loved each other but now I just don't know.
My dad thinks that my mom buys too much food and too many things, but she didn't have much growing up. Her family's apartment was the only one in the whole building that had a tv so everybody went there to watch the news. This is the time in my mom's life for her to have luxuries. She works, she has money. Maybe she went a little over-board with her house renovations; spending thousands of dollars on various things but in the end it will all be worth it when they have to sell the house. Maybe she gained a bit of weight. So what? She has time to work it off. Instead of acting disgusted my dad should support her. That's the only way she's going to get anywhere.
They say that one of the most important things in a relationship is communication, and my parents have none of it. They only speak to each other if they have to. "Do you want tea? When will you do this?" "Oh, are you talking to me?" "Yes, I'm talking to you." I'm sick of my mom always saying that she's disappointed because my dad yelled about something, and my dad yelled about the house not being spotless because he can't handle anything below perfect which is below perfect in the first place because my mom was in bed sick.
Some things just aren't meant to be. But I'm here, and if my parents never found each other and fell in love I wouldn't be here. Surely that has to have happened for a reason? I'd like to think that way. I don't want to imagine what will happen after my brother and I leave the house to go to University and then start our own lives. I don't know if my dad will go live in Scotland and my mom will go live in Poland like they obviously want to... but if they do then perhaps it will be the best thing.
I don't know what happened a few years ago. My mom thinks that it's after we came back from Scotland in 2007. She thinks he misses living there and misses his family and everything. And why not? It's beautiful and we've got no family here. But my mom left Poland and my dad left Scotland and they got married and had two kids. Of course, they weren't supposed to live in this house for more than 2 years, but that doesn't really have anything to do with their relationship.
When my mom picks my dad up from work they don't say hi to each other and they don't give each other a kiss hello like they used to. Being in the backseat and seeing my dad get in and give my mom a kiss would be a normal thing to do. I got used to it. Now I'm used to not seeing that happen. Will it ever happen again? Doubtful.
My mom says that my dad is so charming around other people. It's true. They go to parties as a couple and talk to each other and put big smiles on and laugh with their friends, but they're never touching. It wouldn't really bother me that much if I knew they loved each other but now I just don't know.
My dad thinks that my mom buys too much food and too many things, but she didn't have much growing up. Her family's apartment was the only one in the whole building that had a tv so everybody went there to watch the news. This is the time in my mom's life for her to have luxuries. She works, she has money. Maybe she went a little over-board with her house renovations; spending thousands of dollars on various things but in the end it will all be worth it when they have to sell the house. Maybe she gained a bit of weight. So what? She has time to work it off. Instead of acting disgusted my dad should support her. That's the only way she's going to get anywhere.
They say that one of the most important things in a relationship is communication, and my parents have none of it. They only speak to each other if they have to. "Do you want tea? When will you do this?" "Oh, are you talking to me?" "Yes, I'm talking to you." I'm sick of my mom always saying that she's disappointed because my dad yelled about something, and my dad yelled about the house not being spotless because he can't handle anything below perfect which is below perfect in the first place because my mom was in bed sick.
Some things just aren't meant to be. But I'm here, and if my parents never found each other and fell in love I wouldn't be here. Surely that has to have happened for a reason? I'd like to think that way. I don't want to imagine what will happen after my brother and I leave the house to go to University and then start our own lives. I don't know if my dad will go live in Scotland and my mom will go live in Poland like they obviously want to... but if they do then perhaps it will be the best thing.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
I need more chunky jewelry. I need long necklaces and huge beads full of colour. I need to learn to knit and sew and put some of my creativity into clothing designs and make them myself. I want to become a photojournalist. I want to fall in love in Europe and live there. I want to take it easy, lay back and enjoy the feeling of cold waves around my shoulders and the hot sun above my head, darkening my skin. I want colour. I want the sky to be blue, the grass to be green, the beach to be gold... I will dream.
Rain, rain, go away!
I just got back from Saint John with my mother and brother. I got four new tops for my "early" birthday presents. It was very foggy there, but that comes as no surprise. Today there must have been an extremely heavy fall of rain or a thunder storm because when we got back, the roads, grass and wood had all been drenched. There is a hint of blue sky; probably the most we've seen for three weeks, apart from that one half-sunny day. Sometimes when I wake up I feel as if I'm in Britain - cold and rainy! Haha. I love Britain. However, I love sun as well. I'm not saying I hate the rain, because actually I don't mind it. It's refreshing and makes the plants and things grow. It'd be nice to have some summer weather, though. Let me wear some of my shorts.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Change Back.
You're just a girl who is confused. You believe strongly in love, but I'm not sure that meeting up with someone over the internet when you're still in high school is what you think you have. I am so sorry that we don't talk anymore, but you have changed. Before New Year, you were the sweetest thing. You were one of my best friends. You would always listen to me, and you wouldn't throw yourself at any boy you saw. Now I don't think I can even call you a friend. It's not that you hurt me, I just don't think that you're being safe.
I remember when we all had those accounts and we talked to people, and we all took it as a joke. But more and more often, you were using your real account and getting people's phone numbers and basically just throwing yourself out into the open. You started "dating" this guy, also whom you met over the internet, although I don't see how you can date someone without knowing who they are, what they are like, how they'd treat you etc. Now you run around with one of our other friends and chase after boys, and give yourself willingly to them when they don't care about you. Oh, you may think this is love, but let me tell you; those guys just want to get into your pants.
You don't need to wear short skirts and tank tops and thongs to get a boy's attention. Another one of our friends and I were talking about this, and she was saying that she wouldn't want a boyfriend who only dated you because of what you wore. Who would want to date a guy like that anyway? I think you deserve so much better for yourself, and I truly wish you could change back to the way you were. You even look different. You don't look clean. I don't know if you even go on your blog anymore, since it still says you love the guy you think you loved, but he's broken up with you now. I don't know whether you will ever even see this post. Doubtful. The truth is, I don't think that you will ever be the way you were, but I hope that someday you will come to your senses and realize that you made many mistakes and that you'll be able to repair them. I don't want to see a beautiful, intelligent girl like you go to waste.
I remember when we all had those accounts and we talked to people, and we all took it as a joke. But more and more often, you were using your real account and getting people's phone numbers and basically just throwing yourself out into the open. You started "dating" this guy, also whom you met over the internet, although I don't see how you can date someone without knowing who they are, what they are like, how they'd treat you etc. Now you run around with one of our other friends and chase after boys, and give yourself willingly to them when they don't care about you. Oh, you may think this is love, but let me tell you; those guys just want to get into your pants.
You don't need to wear short skirts and tank tops and thongs to get a boy's attention. Another one of our friends and I were talking about this, and she was saying that she wouldn't want a boyfriend who only dated you because of what you wore. Who would want to date a guy like that anyway? I think you deserve so much better for yourself, and I truly wish you could change back to the way you were. You even look different. You don't look clean. I don't know if you even go on your blog anymore, since it still says you love the guy you think you loved, but he's broken up with you now. I don't know whether you will ever even see this post. Doubtful. The truth is, I don't think that you will ever be the way you were, but I hope that someday you will come to your senses and realize that you made many mistakes and that you'll be able to repair them. I don't want to see a beautiful, intelligent girl like you go to waste.
Monday, March 2, 2009
You don't know how lovely you are.
Okay. I spend a lot of time thinking about this, and I've decided to put it up on my blog. I have a friend who is absolutely, stunningly gorgeous. She's so so so beautiful, I can't even put it into words. She's the best friend I've ever had, but she doesn't think that she's good enough for certain people, certain groups, certain things. It's because when she steps on the scale, she doesn't like the number that she sees there.
I very much wish that she'd just look in the mirror and say "I am beautiful, and I believe in myself". She's got amazing red hair that just touches her shoulders, and unlike most of the girls at our high school, she wears it naturally. I love it. She's got these two big, brown, shimmering eyes. She dresses to kill. I love her fashion. I would be a carbon copy like some of our friends if it wasn't for her. She's got two amazing, smart parents who love her and would do anything for her, even if they are divorced. She's got a step father and a step mother, and also a younger brother that pretends not to like her sometimes, but I know that deep down he loves her.
It makes me cry to know that she thinks of herself so badly. Honestly, I couldn't ask for a better, nicer, more beautiful friend. We've been through so much together and I can tell her anything without being scared that she'd tell anyone else. She's got these amazing dreams of going to England, she's got this amazing voice, and she's got the biggest heart. I know that I can go to her for anything that is bothering me, and I know that she knows she can come and tell me anything. I was balling my eyes out yesterday thinking "I can't believe it. I can't believe she doesn't think she's absolutely gorgeous." My mom came running into my room because I was so heavily in tears and asked me what was wrong, and all I could choke out was "She doesn't think she's beautiful."
If there's one thing I could make you think, it would be that you could look down at the scale, and be okay with those digits. If you aren't, I'll help you make them smaller. I'll be happy when you realize how beautiful you are. If you don't, I'll sit beside you and help you until you do.
I very much wish that she'd just look in the mirror and say "I am beautiful, and I believe in myself". She's got amazing red hair that just touches her shoulders, and unlike most of the girls at our high school, she wears it naturally. I love it. She's got these two big, brown, shimmering eyes. She dresses to kill. I love her fashion. I would be a carbon copy like some of our friends if it wasn't for her. She's got two amazing, smart parents who love her and would do anything for her, even if they are divorced. She's got a step father and a step mother, and also a younger brother that pretends not to like her sometimes, but I know that deep down he loves her.
It makes me cry to know that she thinks of herself so badly. Honestly, I couldn't ask for a better, nicer, more beautiful friend. We've been through so much together and I can tell her anything without being scared that she'd tell anyone else. She's got these amazing dreams of going to England, she's got this amazing voice, and she's got the biggest heart. I know that I can go to her for anything that is bothering me, and I know that she knows she can come and tell me anything. I was balling my eyes out yesterday thinking "I can't believe it. I can't believe she doesn't think she's absolutely gorgeous." My mom came running into my room because I was so heavily in tears and asked me what was wrong, and all I could choke out was "She doesn't think she's beautiful."
If there's one thing I could make you think, it would be that you could look down at the scale, and be okay with those digits. If you aren't, I'll help you make them smaller. I'll be happy when you realize how beautiful you are. If you don't, I'll sit beside you and help you until you do.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Do you know that I cry?
You know what? You're an asshole. That's right. You piss me off so badly. Every time I do something, it's wrong. When I say something, it's wrong. Even though it's only two minutes later that you figure out that it's right. AHH. You make me feel so stupid. So small. All the time. If I talk with my mother during a movie, you tell me to shut up from the next room. You don't tell anyone else to shut up, just me. I can't even talk to my mom. Because apparently I disturb you too much. Well I hope you'll be happy when I move out. I hope it's soon, too. I can't handle all the shit you put me through, and I know my life might not be the worst on the planet, but it sure could be a hell of a lot better. Maybe you should take that job in Nova Scotia. You piss me off so much, yet I cry at the thought of you leaving me. I want you to leave, get a different job so that you'll be happy and so that you won't yell at my brother and I, but I want you to stay for some reason. I hate how much I love you sometimes.
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