Music

Well hello there!
Today's topic? Erm.. let me see... today's topic is MUSIC.

Music is quite a big topic really, because there's so much to say about it... For me, right now, musc is really important - because lyrics put my feelings into words. I think that at the moment, these are my top ten (in no particular order):

1) Summer Paradise - Simple Plan ft. Sean Paul
2) One Step Closer - Shane Harper
3) Wonderwall - Oasis
4) The Airplane Song - Scouting for Girls
5) Begin Again - Taylor Swift
6) Good Time - Owl City and Carly Rae Jepsen
7) Live While We're Young - One Direction
8) Sofa - Ed Sheeran
9) Hall of Fame - The Script and will.i.am
10) Dirty Little Secret - All American Rejects

OH and 11) Bless the Broken Road - Rascal Flatts

It's a kind of mixed playlist, bits of old and new; but right now I think that they're my favourites!

Music can tell people so much - my music speaks for me in that if you listen to my favourite lyrics, it will most likely be something to do with my life.

For example:

"I'd climb the highest mountain
I'd sail across the sea
Baby for you I'd do anything
I'd fly up to the moon
Paint your gray skies a beautiful blue
Just to get one step closer to you..."

"Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you..."

You probably notice that the lyrics I've listed there are both to do with love; romance - because at this point in time that's what's sort of my main focus! I love how those lyrics both say exactly how special that person is; how they're so poetic and beautiful.

As well, music can be a great antidote for a bad mood - put a happy tune on and before you know it you'll be singing along with a happy grin on your face! I find that music helps me a lot!

Music reminds you of people - certain songs or lyrics will remind me of certain people:

Spend Some Time (Eminem); Wonderwall (Oasis); Starry Eyed - cover (You Me at Six); Summer Paradise (Simple Plan); Wake Me Up When September Ends (Green Day); the list goes on and on. These all remind me of people, whether that be a best friend, an ex-best friend, Oberon, a boy I used to like... they just all have some sort of significant meaning to me.

Do any of you guys have songs or lyrics that remind you of someone? A family member, a pet, a friend, a partner, etcetc, as long as it reminds you of someone, comment it!

I'm not exactly the best singer but I find that I'm constantly singing. If I know that people are listening to me then unless I'm really comfortable with it, I won't sing; but I'll sing all the time - school, home, bed, watching TV, on the computer, blogging - I'm singing now!

That's it for today. Sayonara!

A singer xo

The World's a Marshmallow

Good morning!
I'm just casually lying here in bed when a thought enters my head:

What would it be like if the world was a giant marshmallow?

No, seriously, I actually just had that thought. Why? Well, I really don't know. It's not exactly a normal thought.
After sharing my morning imagination with you, lets start on today's topic - on second thoughts, what is today's topic? We'll go with... Animals - first thing that popped into my head.

So, animals - everyone has a favourite! Like Moth - who happens to adore armadillos. Funny story when her family member saw something in her garden, took a picture, and Moth was convinced it was an armadillo until Cobweb managed to persuade her that it was in fact a badger.

What's my favourite animal? Contradicting the above statement, I don't think I have one. Maybe a butterfly (yes, I know it's an insect) because they're so tiny, so delicate, yet so beautiful. Maybe a dolphin because they're intelligent. Maybe a deer because they're so graceful; maybe a dog because they're so loyal; maybe a horse because they're so majestic.

Every animal has an amazing quality about them, no matter how horrible the animal is - snakes can swallow mice, frogs have amazingly long tongues, worms stay alive if you cut their body in half...

I guess in a way, animals are like people, because we all have at least one quality that's amazing.  As you're reading this now, try and find something good about yourself. It can be something as little as you have nice eyes - just find one thing.

If you do find that one thing, share it with me; comment it so I can see. If you don't find something then get someone to find it for you, because there's no-one who's completely awful!

When you've found it, repeat it to yourself - "I have nice eyes," "I'm smart," "I'm athletic," "I'm friendly," etcetc. It will help you to feel better about yourself, to build self esteem; self confidence - and it can help to gear you up for the day ahead.

On that note, I shall leave you to think about what I've written.

Have a nice day!

"I'm intelligent" xo

P.S: I'm sleeping round a friend's tonight so I'm not sure if I'll be able to get a post out there! They're forcing me to watch horror movies, asdfghjkl (I'm really not good with horror movies), someone come and hug me all the way through

Readers

Hey!

There was me, thinking that the only people who read my blog are:

A) People from school
B) People clicking the 'next blog' button who go straight off it

But it turns out; I've found someone I don't know in real life who likes my blog! Go check her out at brokenwindowsofcolour.blogspot.com!

(EDIT: The URL is someone I know after all! *laughs* Oh well :D)

Seeing my name, my website on her blog made me happy because it means that I've at least made a little difference to one person's life. It gives me a sort of... warm feeling; a sense of satisfaction, because I've helped someone, or made them laugh, or done whatever I've done to make them post about me.

I like helping people. I'm not going to sit here and be all angelic saying "ooooh I'm perfect; I help everyone" cause I'm really not - most of the time I help people so that I can show off my brain power. But this type of helping, that I've done with my blog, is different, because this type doesn't involve brain power; it involves my incredibly insane imagination that allows me to come up with these thoughts.

In other news, I won't be posting much more about Oberon unless something big happens because since he has my url; I'd rather not reveal any more secrets for now - I can't tell him everything, can I ;)

Bye for now!
A grateful Titania xo

A few different things

To anyone that happens to be reading this random crap I write,

Well hello there! Today is the first day I don't actually know what to write about so I think I'll just write whatever comes into my mind.

First, have you ever seen what happens when you put dry ice into cold water? We did it in Science today, and it was pretty cool - like a smoke machine, but in a beaker. Everyone was going, "Ooooh can I touch the smoke, will it hurt me," like the vapour was some sort of deadly gas that would make your finger fall off with one mere touch. We were all so fascinated by nature's wonders of smoke. Plus, Miss decided to demonstrate how gas is like a fluid, and poured it out of the beaker - carelessly tipping it too far and spilling water on the table.

On the subject of school, today I had Maths, English, Textiles, Science and French. I missed Maths and half of English thanks to a rehearsal for Awards Evening (some annual thing where you get certificates; I got the English award if you were wondering) and I didn't do my Textiles homework (I know you're thinking "rebel" in a sarcastic manner) but it was an easy lesson anyways, then Science which I've gone over and then French.

I actually really like French for some reason?! Of course, it has nothing to do with the fact that it's the only class I'm in with Oberon... I've always liked it (okay, okay, maybe Oberon is part of the reason) and I love learning the language.

I like being able to say things without anyone understanding, and then I like being able to say things that people do understand but seem cuter in French than English. For example, take the sentence "You are cute." If you're saying this to a boy, it translates to "Tu est mignon." Which sounds sweeter.

Also, I think 'je t'aime' is a nice way of saying 'I love you', simply because I like it *shrugs*

I know how to say I Love You in a lot of languages really, after extensive Google research - Aishiteru (Japanese), Je t'aime (French), I love you (English), Ich liebe dich (German), Ik hou van jou (Dutch), S'agapau (Greek), Taim i'ngra leat (Irish), etc etc. I don't know how this knowledge is ever going to benefit me because I'm pretty sure no English boy would say I love you in any language other than English, so it's pretty pointless.

Have you ever wished that we never had to sleep? Think of how much time we'd have on our hands... referencing Twilight; Edward Cullen is a pianist, knows multiple languages, reads a lot, etcetc - don't you just think the extra time would be useful? Plus, you'd never have to stop speaking to people, never have to say goodbye - just continually talk, and talk, and talk, without one person falling asleep talking to the other. It's a real conversation spoiler, sleep, interrupting at the worst times. I wish that a lot; that we didn't have to sleep, because of the reason mentioned above about conversations, and also partly because I would love to learn Italian, and it'd be easier if I had more time to learn it in. Italian is one of the languages I've always wanted to learn, Italy is one of the placed I've always wanted to go, I don't know why but I just do.

A friend recently introduced me to a website called Wattpad, where aspiring authors post writing for others to read it. As of now I haven't been confident enough to post my book - there's only one person who's seen everything I've written - but I've found some really good writers on there and since joining Wattpad I've read a few amazing romances!
I really don't know what to write now, so Aridverci (Italian for goodbye, if I've spelt it right!)

Me xo

The Perfect Balance

'lo!

Well, well, well... turns out I was brave enough to give Oberon my URL (and my bet is that you're reading this at some point ;) ) He read the whole thing, up to the post before the Mein Kampf, and now I guess he knows how my mind works!
Is this a good thing, or a bad thing?

Being open, letting everyone know your mind, not having any secrets - surely it's a bad thing; because you've got no thoughts that are just kept to yourself.

But then being closed and withdrawn, not telling anyone anything - surely that's a bad thing too; because it means you don't trust anyone.

So in order for it to be a good thing, you have to find the perfect balance between telling everything and telling nothing. Yeah, sure, tell your best friend the boy/girl you like but leave it at that - don't tell anyone else! Or, if your best friend has a huge mouth then don't tell her/him. I learnt this the hard way when the past 3 boys I've liked (the only 3 boys I've liked) have been the whole of Year 10's business!

Now that practically everyone in my year knows I like him, though, the rumours have started. Just tonight, I got a message asking me something which obviously wasn't true, and it just makes me wonder who comes up with these sorts of things.

I'M BACK OFF MY TOPIC AGAIN - has anyone noticed that I tend to ramble?

The perfect balance. Now, being me, with like ten best friends, it's hard to know who to tell what. But then there's different friends I go to for different advice - one for relationships, one for a blunt opinion, one for a reasonable explanation, one for background knowledge - the list goes on, and on. Mainly, I tend to tell all of my best friends the same though - all of them know my secrets, and if they don't know it then chances are no-one else does.

UGH. I've got an awful cough and I keep having to stop typing.

Anyway, yeah. I tell my best friends most things. But then, the problem I seem to have is that if I have a secret, I like people to know. I'm not quite sure why. It was like; because this blog had so much embarrassing information on, I wanted people to look at it; especially Oberon, because I guess I just like things to be in the open. That's why, if I do like a boy and they ask if I do, I'll very rarely deny it - stupidly, of course.

So there's an insight into the wonders of the brain of moi. Hope you enjoyed following the winding roads!

Yours truly
A train of thought (I'm green, choo-choo) xo

The 'Mein Kampf' Challenge

Dear reader,

In History, I'm studying post-WW1 Germany, this means Hitler.

You might know this, you might not, but Hitler wrote a book called 'Mein Kampf' detailing what he wanted to achieve.

My History teacher from last year challenges every class, and promises £1 to anyone who can read 2 pages of the book and explain them to him. No-one has ever completed the task successfully- until today, that is!

Naturally, I said, "Challenge accepted." Me and my friend Beth (MapOfTime) decided it would be easier if we did it together, so, guess what? We read the first two pages and we did it! Gaining us 50p each and more inflation to my already bursting ego...

I'm not kidding when I say that it's probably the most boring book I've ever read. In fact - it is the most boring book I've ever read, hands down!

So I challenge you to find a copy of the book and try and read the first two pages, then explain them to me. You'll soon understand my boredom!

Goodbye, my lovelies,

An egotistic hot air balloon xo

Wow, no reply? Don't strain yourself.

Good evening!
Boys, if there are any of you out there feeling like reading a girl's blog instead of Xbox or PS3, and the blog you're reading is mine, then listen up.

When you're speaking to a girl via messaging - whether its text, Twitter, Facebook, MSN, BBM, etc, etc; please make sure you reply! Don't wait ten minutes, then read it, then wait another fifteen, then reply, because when you're a girl on the other end of those 25 minutes, you can start to feel slightly unwanted.

I can't stress how important it is to reply in a fast time. Girls don't care if you seem too eager, we want someone we can hold a decent conversation with that feels like the other person actually wants to be having a conversation with them.

Trust me, I've been on the recieving end of this so many times! And actually, while I'm typing this, I have a Facebook tab open on a chat with someone, waiting for them to reply. For all I know, they could be asleep, I'm just really hoping not!

When you don't reply, what am I supposed to think? There's a few options. Either:
a) You're asleep. (Seems the most plausible)
b) Your phone ran out of battery. (Doubt it when you have a charger)
c) You don't want to talk to me (I hope to God not)
d) Your house has been swallowed by a giant house eating unicorn with two horns and you're sitting inside its stomach, too busy being digested to reply (Well, maybe...)

Personally I'm crossing my fingers for a or b, but you never know, there might have been a giant house eating.. (you know the rest - etc, etc) on the loose.

So please, lads, just bear in mind that girls like it when you reply straight away, and not when you take half an hour to type a smiley face, or an 'ok'.

Thankyou, mankind

From,
Frustrated! xo

Thank you so much!

Hey!

Just dropping a quick post to say we made it to 100 readers!
Considering the blog's been online, what, 30 hours maximum, I'd say that's an amazing achievement!

Give yourselves all a pat on the back, and if you can't reach then get someone to do it for you, because you deserve it!

Thank you all so much!

Lots of love,
A very happy, proud and excited girl! xo

P.S: I'll reveal to you my name at 1000 all time views. It's a lot to ask for, but hey, you can do it!

A Friendly Message and Moving

Hey :D

Ohmehgawd I am loving this blog stuff. Just looking through my tabs and finding out I can see what countries people have viewed my blog in, what they used to view it and even their computer browser! This is purely amazing! I'm wondering if the person from Germany was one of my best friends Caitlin, who recently moved there.

I always thought it must be pretty hard to go to another country where you don't know the language. My friend Caitlin didn't have this problem because she'd lived there before for 8 years, so moving back there was no trouble because she's accustomed to the language already.
But then, my friend Beth moved to France when she was... must have been about 8/9 years old? I don't think she knew French, at least not fluently, so how do you cope? (EDIT: After a comment from her I can confirm she was 8 and she only knew the absolute basics.)

People say the best way to learn a language is to immerse yourself in it. This is why when I'm older I want to live in France for a while, because I love French and I'd really like to be able to speak it
fluently! It would be so cool to be able to speak more than one language - and if I'm going to be a translator in my later life like one of my possible career tracks is, then I'll need it!

Back to the moving thing, I think that it really must be hard. I found it hard enough to make a smooth transition from junior to secondary school, and that was tough, believe me! Considering it wan't even a language change, I can't begin to consider how hard it must be with a language change added to the mix.

Also, what about friends? There's a very slim chance of having friends already in the new country so how hard must it be to transfer halfway through the school year and have to fit in with the already formed cliques with tight relationships? I don't know about you but I'd feel horrible, unwanted, being alone and not knowing anyone, not even able to understand whether they're being friendly or bitchy.

I'd better go, I've given you all enough to ponder for today (Unless I get bored tonight, then I might possibly post again)

Lots of love,
A potentially multi-lingual Queen. (And Cy, who's sitting here next to me reading everything I type, so he says hi.) xo

Updates, Embarrassment and Illness

Salut my friends!

Well, today has been eventful. After giving a few close friends my blog URL it's kind of got around and a lot of people have seen this! That's why I've been back through and edited some of my previous posts; cause some of them mentioned names and situations which were... well... embarrassing!

The first thing I'm going to say is please go to my friend's blogs! Yes, these are two of my fairies - Cobweb (mymapoftime.blogspot.com) and Moth (whysoseriousbatsquid.blogspot.com)
Their blogs are seriously amazing so you can go and marvel at their imaginations!
(EDIT: I also said I'd advertise another friend, Oliver, at lifeandtimesofteenager.blogspot.com)
Next thing is to thank everyone who's read my blog so far. Over 50 views after a day! True, I don't know how many of them were me checking to see if it looked alright, but 50 is still an incredible figure!

Third, here's my topic for today: Illness.

Not the most cheerful topic in the world but today, illness has been a big part of my life!

- Two of my fairies were off school with illness
- One of my friends has a brain tumour and I might just cry about it soon
- I've got a cold
- My mum says she doesn't feel well
- My Science teacher has a bad hip so we had a supply teacher
- My Maths teacher was off: again, we had a supply teacher

Really, illness is a big part of everyone's life. To be fair you get used to it after a while - my blocked nose and sore throat just seems normal now. I don't think it affects me very much, apart from adding a packet of tissues to the already heavy weight of my school bag.

Back to the brain tumour, me and Moth were nearly crying over it in Maths because it's just so hard. It makes me wonder; well if me and her are nearly crying about it, how does he feel? How does he feel when he knows he has it, when he knows he has to go and have an operation about it? Does he ever sit and think, I might not be here this time next month - because it's hard to deal with, that type of feeling. It's the worst possible situation that could happen but there's still a slim chance that it will; even though I don't want to think about what will happen if worst does come to worst. I want to sit here and think, well, he's going to get through it and this time next month he's going to be the same boy he always was, just minus a problem. I like to think of the best outcome, because truthfully, I wouldn't be able to live my life happily knowing that he can't be here to live his.

If he ever reads this, and he knows who he is, then I am so, so sorry for what you're going through, and no matter how much you don't want to drag me into this 'crap' as you call it, I'm here to talk whenever you feel like it. I'm always here for you, never forget it, because I always will be.

Well, this is a cheerful post. I'm sorry to bother you all with my problems, but if you don't want to read it then you can just click off. The thing is, this is my life, I can't just use a single click and go and forget it all because this is all affecting how I live.

The brain tumour, it's made me realise, we should treasure each moment because we never know when something's going to happen.
I'm a bit of a hypocrite to be fair - telling you all to treasure each moment and then yet when people are telling me to ask Oberon out, I don't. Maybe I should - maybe I should forget everything and go for it. But then, there's all the what if's - what if he says no? What if he hates me? What if he goes and tells his friends? What if it's just so utterly embarrassing that I have to go and live in a hole for the rest of my life? And the biggest what if of all - what if he says yes?

Then what happens? I've never had a boyfriend before, never been on a date, never had my first kiss, pretty backward for a fourteen year old, yeah? So how do all of these things work? What if it goes wrong?
I guess that's something you have to risk. Because if you truly love someone then it shouldn't matter, it shouldn't matter because they won't mind if you do something wrong.
But it's the anxiety factor really. I go over to speak to him and the nervousness sets in and I'm too shy and I can barely speak to him. And also - what if he doesn't like me?

You're probably all thinking, "well if he doesn't like you then get over it, move on," but to be honest, I can't. You're probably thinking I'm an idiot for pouring my heart out to all you total strangers, stupid for posting this where everyone can read it. But who knows? There might be some sort of relationship guru out there who can help, but then there might not. I'll just have to wait and see - and if nothing happens with Oberon then I guess it was never meant to be. I just don't want to think of that happening because I want something to happen, so badly.

Ending this on a happy note, turns out Oberon wasn't kept in isolation all day so I saw him! Plus I have double French first and second period tomorrow so I get to see him for two whole hours! (This is going to be so embarrassing if anyone from school sees this and posts it on Facebook. No, seriously.)

Love you all!
(Have you guessed my name yet? Here's a clue - it begins with an 'M')

Someone with a cold and a massively complicated life, ugh. xo

My last posts

Hello!

You've probably noticed my last posts are pretty close together, and they've all been posted today. This is cause I wrote them all, intending to post them day by day, but now I'm thinking of giving someone this URL to look at so I thought I'd post them all now! (Yeah, this person might just be Oberon in which case this is going to make me blush a lot!)

Crossing my fingers cause I want him to see it but then I don't at the same time!
You still don't know my real name ;)

Excited and nervous Titania xo

Friendship

Greetings, reader

I'm taking today's post to reflect on friends.

(Credit to MapOfTime cause I'm definitely stealing her ideas for this one)

(There was a list here but it has been taken down so as not to cause issues)

These names won't mean much to you if anything but to me they mean the world.
What are we if we have no friends? Everyone must have at least one friend, at least one person you can trust with secrets and share eveything with. If you don't then I'm really sorry - I'll be happy to be your best friend!

It makes me sad to think of the people that have no one to turn to.
I have a friend... well, a friend ish; let's call her 'Clare' (Names have been changed) and as far as I know there was not one person she trusted. She had and still has bulimia - when she's down, she makes herself sick. She isn't even aware that I know about it; I heard it from a mutual best friend.
 

Change of topic quickly here but I had to remove part of the post...)
The heart wants what the heart wants; right? I can't control who I like...
I wish I could though. I wish that I could delve right into Oberon's mind and see how he feels about me, exactly. I want to know if he gets nervous around me in the same way I get nervous around him. Because it would be nice to know.

But then; it's the excitement of life speech all over again. Mystery, excitement, fun, etc etc etc; I won't bore you with it again.

If you're like me you will have noticed that I've mentioned Oberon in pretty much every post so far. Well if he ever gets hold of my URL; he'll find out how much I like him *blushes*

Back to friends which was meant to be today's focus... friendship is something valuable, something to treasure. I would be sitting here typing "Never let a boy come between you and a friend" but then I'm really not the best role model for that.

Friends are so, so special, because they're someone you can have a laugh with; you can trust them with anything. For instance, me and my friends were nearly weeing ourselves last Friday when the oh-so-perfect Spandex memory returned (Trust me, you really don't want to know); and another one of my friends was sitting with me in I.T today, and as we were looking through my memory stick which contains pretty much all of my laptop's hard drive, and we found some pictures of us two from about four/five years ago, and it's amazing memories like that which will last forever.

Well, that's it for today I think!

Au revoir,
Titania, Queen of Fairies and Lover of Oberon xo

Writing a Book

Hey there

I think I've mentioned before that I'm writing a book.
Personally, I think it gets harder to write everyday - I've written the parts I enjoy and now all that's left is the parts that I think are less enjoyable.

Why do you care about this? You probably don't but I thought I'd tell you anyway.

The heroine of my book is called Jessica. It's a completely soppy romance; the sort that should have a 'Warning: Not for the faint hearted" sticker on the front, because its gushy and passionate and completely lovey dovey.

I find it so much easier to write when there's a motivation. Right now, my main motivation is Oberon, because I want to impress him so badly. Another one is that is love to be able to go to school and show everyone a real printed published book - because I'm a massive show off who's determined to prove to everyone that I'm better than them all.

Do any of you readers write at all?
I feel absolutely stupid writing all these questions in every post when I'm quite sure that no one is going to answer them; simply because no one is going to be interested in my incessant whining.

There's not really much else I can write on this topic so...

Hasta la vista until next time

A writer xo

Shooting Stars

To my fellow dreamers

Have you ever wished on a shooting star? Have you thrown a penny into a wishing well? Have you waited until the clock shows 11:11 or caught one of those dandelion seeds, or wished while you're blowing out a candle on your birthday cake?

I'm the same, people. I've done each one of these things at least once.

It makes me wonder, is anyone really completely happy with their lives? Is there anyone out there who could look into the Mirror of Erised (Harry Potter; google it) and just see themselves as they are now?
There always seems to be one thing at least that we want to change.

Take me, for example. I get a laptop in Year Six, couple of months later I want an iPod.

Right now, there's so much I would change in my life. Titania and Oberon would be a couple (see earlier posts if you don't understand this); my friend (who will not be named) wouldn't go home and cry every night because people have been horrible about who she is; another person I know who will also not be named wouldn't be as depressed as she is and she wouldn't have an eating disorder; my sister wouldn't have heart disease; and someone else who's name I shall refrain from mentioning wouldn't have a brain tumour.

Looking back on that list, it seems most things are about other people. I'd be lying if I said I was a selfless person because I'm not.

Recently I had a massive fall out with two of my best friends, but you'll have to wait until a later post to hear about it because right now I'm going back to wishes.

My last wish that I can remember... hm... I think I was going to the fair in the park with three of my friends and I saw a flying dandelion seed. I caught it, and wished.

"I wish that Oberon would like me back."

So there you go. Obviously Oberon isn't his real name, but then that's a secret ;) But guess what? The amount of times I made that wish... and it came true. Because now, as far as I know, he does!

What have you wished for? Have any of your wishes ever come true?

If a genie ever miraculously found it's way to you, what would you spend your three wishes on? Don't think "World Peace" or "Food for everyone" because for once I want you to think about you. What would you wish for?
I think I'd wish that a) I was prettier because no matter what people say I know I'm not; b) that I was confident enough to tell people how I feel about them, and c) that I could have another three wishes.

Surely another three wishes would be top of everyone's list? I guarantee that if you go up to someone between 5-8 years of age and ask them what they'd wish for, their answer will either be money, sugar, more wishes or some sort of mythical creature.

I've bored you enough for today with my endless droning,

A hopeless wisher xo

Beauty isn't always in the eye of the beholder...

Hello my lovelies :3

Today my topic's going to be beauty.

The issues with beauty are endless, beauty can completely ruin someone's life or it can completely ensure success.

"You're either born pretty or you're not."

Do you agree with this? I definitely don't. I think that beauty is not defined by appearance, but instead by personality. Take one of the girls in my year.
Absolutely stunning: shiny hair, fashionable, pretty. But she's actually quite a bitch.
And then another girl in my year: shiny hair, fashionable, pretty. And then she's one of the nicest people I know.

If you take these two girls, stand them side by side in front of strangers, I'm willing to bet that most will favour the first one - because of hair extensions and ladles of make up. The second one, with natural hair and much less make up is much prettier, in my opinion, but in today's society, beauty isn't how naturally pretty you are, how naturally tanned you are.
To me, today's society seems to much favour orange girls with horse hair extensions with their faces looking like someone's been let loose with a crayola. But why? Why do boys go for them?

Going back to my original point, true beauty isn't what you look like, how pretty you are lucky enough to be, how much makeup you wear or how expensive your Vans and Ralph Lauren polo shirt happen to be.
It's truly about what's on the inside, how you see life and how you cope with problems.

Someday soon, maybe boys will realise, and instead of going for the fakes they'll go for something more reasonable.

Hey, who knows?! Nerdy might just turn out to be the new sexy.

Ttfn
Your non-orange natural friend xo

Crossing the Line

Bonjour mes amis...

There's a very fine line between persistance and being a stalker. I think I am about to cross that line.

When you like someone, surely there should be some sort of handbook - answering those questions we all want to know the answer to, but are too embarrassed to ask.

How do you tell if they like you back?
When is it appropriate to ask someone out?
How often should you talk to them?
Should you ask for their number?

FEAR NO MORE, I have all the answers!

Just kidding. I don't. I wish I did. I really do. I honestly don't get how I can be so smart yet when it comes to relationships I'm clueless! Someone come and be my guardian angel and help me with boys, please? They're just so hard to figure out; wouldn't it be amazing if inside, they were just like girls, and they're just as nervous as I am to speak to me? It would feel wonderful that I'm not the only one who gets shy around him!
With relationships, it's hard to understand unless you've experienced it - and that's why I'm completely in the dark, cause I've never dated anyone (cue blush!)

Here's me bearing all for strangers, telling you my life story - and why am I doing this? I don't know. Maybe I feel that if I shout my problems through the foghorn we call the internet, someone, somewhere will help me?

Take the boy I like - let's call him Oberon because I'm not about to broadcast it! Maybe one day I'll give him this URL and he'll read this post and he will feel the same way; but as an inexperienced teenager am I brave enough to let him see?

So, Oberon. I really like him - not even joking, being completely truthful- and I know he likes me too because he's admitted it to me. The thing is; now I know he likes me, what happens next? Are we just going to flirt over Facebook and BBM and then have normal (if you could call our topics of conversation normal) conversations in real life? When is one of us finally going to stop being nervous and ask the other one out?

The truth is, I don't know. It could be today, tomorrow (if he wasn't in isolation all day for slapping someone, which is not actually as bad as it sounds so don't go thinking he's some psycho), it could be the day after, or the day after that. It might not be until February 2017, or it might be never.

That's the beauty of life. There's so many unanswered questions; so many what ifs, and buts, but surely that just inspires?

All these unknown questions, all the mysteries of the world; embrace them like old friends, and treat them as good things.
These mysteries are what make life exciting, fun, they make you want to live forever to find out the answers. And if they never get answered, well that's something that you can let your imagination free on.

I'll give you a question to think about: what is the meaning of life?

Have fun figuring it out ;)
Just another inquisitive teenager xo

Dreams of Midsummer

Hello my fairies,

Welcome to my blog! (It's awful, don't read it D: Being serious, are you honestly going to read it? Are you sure you want to get sucked into the vortex that is my life?)

To start with, I guess I'll tell you all how I came up with the title. It's a pretty complicated story!

Me and some of my friends have decided to name ourselves after the characters in A Midsummer Night's Dream - I'm Titania, the boy I like is Oberon, and then there's Moth, Peaseblossom, and Cobweb!

I like my name - I mean, who better to be is there than the Queen of the Fairies?! Apart from Harry Potter then no-one, I guess - unless you're Amy Pond, Katniss Everdeen, Sheldon Cooper or John Watson.

This is kind of giving away my fandoms - see if you can guess them from the characters ^ ;)

I don't think there's anyone really that will read this, unless I specifically tell someone to, and even then they probably won't, but that's friends for you! I'm thinking of this as more of a public journal - I have my private journal which no-one sees ON PAIN OF DEATH and then there's this; my public journal - me speaking to myself for the world to see.
If you have stumbled across this accidentally then sorry - I doubt you'd be interested in my endless ramblings. If you're here on purpose, then you're special - at least one person out there read it and possibly enjoyed it!

Really, everyone talks to themselves - we think of it as a sign of madness, but to be quite honest, we all do it - we just don't admit it for fear of being called weird! I talk to myself all the time - admittedly I'm crazy but hey, who's noticing ;D (Apart from everyone.)

I'm what's called a 'nerd', as per se - I'm smart, nicknames include 'The Human Dictionary' and 'The Human Calculator' and everyone relies on me for answers and to copy work from.
Really, I don't mind - being a nerd's a good thing for me! I like it, and being fair, I don't mind giving people answers as they take away at least one new thing from it.

See how I've gone from Shakespeare to school? I told you I ramble!

I'll leave it at that for now, cause my brother is insisting that I let him go on the computer, so until next time!

The Human Dictionary xo