Friday, 29 April 2011

The Parker.

Bethany Kate Parker. I LOVE THAT GIRL. I can't even describe it. Anyone who knows her, knows she's utterly brilliant. She's completely herself at all times, and if someone doesn't like it, then thats their problem. She's witty. She's opinionated. She's gorgeous. She's exciting. She's sweet. She's smart. She's adorable. She's generous. She's GENUINE. Hardly anyone these days is so themselves. They all strive to be the "right" thing but Beth just doesn't care. She could easily follow the trend, but she doesn't and that adds to her charm, and it's what makes her her own. She's a collection of the things that are right in the world; I mean, I can barely think of a thing wrong with her. I can't believe simply a couple of months ago, she was barely in my life. In that space of time, I've baptised her, she's had her first midnight feast, she started my blog, we've swapped wardrobes, she's just made me a better person. Everything I need in a best friend was handed to me, perfectly wrapped up with a sharp-frame of mind and a beautiful face.
I'm so proud I'm going to be her Maid of Honour when HE pops the question :') We're already planning the wedding, and shopping for the dress will be the best experience of my life I can imagine right now. She means everything to me really. Hearing her German Duck laugh, makes me giggle for a stupidly long time. Hugging her randomly in passing makes my day. Having hour long chats with her at 4 a.m makes me feel so close and loved. She's my sister, to offer me pearls of wisdom about life. She's my cool Auntie, the one who tells you random gossip. She's my twin, to always, always be there, who literally CAN'T be scribbled out. She's the best friend I dreamed of, to keep me sane, keep me happy, keep me on the right path. She is my sunshine, who can brighten up every dark corner with her dinosaur walk. She's crazy, makes a great dolphin (even if it is WRONG and INAPROPRIATE) and is down-right fantastical. I love you Boo. <3

Thursday, 21 April 2011

I wish it was raining...

It's too warm. I think the seasons have got confused, and summer's decided to come on out, and shunt spring. Unfortunatly for me, summer isn't my kind of month. I LOVE autumn and winter, when you can wrap up warm, go to bed early and feel snuggly when the rain is pounding on the windows, and you're in bed dozing. Then theres the chance of snow, which pretty much makes my year. And of course Christmas. I love Christmas, as does everyone I'm sure. I love waking up to a full stocking at 4.00am, then waking up my brother (this is a long-standing tradition) and then opening my presents with him, then probably playing Call of Duty untill 7.00am, then running into my parents room to wake them up. Thats been the routine for several years now. Winter's just so much more relaxing. In summer, everythings so high maintenance, everyones so worried about what they look like, about what to wear, and what do do. But right now, I'm in one of my drifty moods. I'm not really here or there, and my only thought is that I wish it was raining. I can't really explain this, it's just down to the fact that, as I'm looking through my window right now, the weather is so bland. The sky's full of clouds, practically all white, theres no breeze, theres nothing. It looks empty. Raining would be something for it to do. I love rain (another reason why I love living in England) and I'm sure if it was raining right now, my mood would DO something. Right now, I feel as bland as the weather. My heads full of pointless questions, and I'm sick of the childish dramas of teen life. I'm sick of being made to feel like I'm constantly in the wrong. I'm sick of having to tiptoe around my family, around "friends". I hate days like these. When I'm left with too much to dwell on, and I end up getting angry with life. I feel frustrated, I feel boxed in, and I want out. I need the rain. It will calm me down, and quite literaly wash away my annoyance. I need to vent so you my lucky readers, are left with this rubbish. Yay. Just...when will people realise you only get one chance at life, and wasting it by being pathetic is not the way go about it? What gives some people the right to belittle you everyday of your life, and theres nothing you can do about it? Bloody Stella Artois.

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

Childish dramas.

When I was little I wanted to be a pokemon trainer. Well, truth be told, I still do a little bit. As I grew older I went through phases; I wanted to be a vet, an author, I was a tomboy, I didn't care, I tried too hard. But I remember I always thought I'd grow out of these phases as I got older. "When I'm older..." a commonly used phrase. We all seemed to think there would be a day when we'd spring out of bed and be "older". I used to think being a teenager was a big deal. But now I realise just how small I am. I've got my whole life ahead of me, and yet I feel like I've faced so many traumas, when I've led such a sheltered life. I feel so selfish, when I wake up and count the things wrong with my life. To be fair, I don't do this a whole lot. I hate being depressed, but now and again you can't escape it. But back to the point, there isn't a whole lot wrong with my life. Anyone who knows me knows I don't have the best family life, but its not the worst either. But I just thought I'd escaped those petty, childish fights. It seems not. How can one person make you feel so worthless? How can one person wreck an entire year of your life, and then just sit there stubbornly acting like a victim? How can one person, who you would've trusted with your life actually strike fear into your heart? I don't know the answers to these questions, these petty, shallow questions. Why can't some people just grow up, and stop trying to pick fights they're clearly going to lose? Why must everything be such a big drama!? Hypocrytical, I know. I just wish you could be yourself in life, without being judged, hated or exhiled for it. But I do miss the old days, when you could play "Lets Pretend" (THE game ftw!) and nothing was too serious. I know teenagers these days are always saying it, that we wish we could be young again, but it's true. Life was simpler back then...nonetheless I wouldn't trade these years of my life for anything. They havn't been all sunshine and rainbows but they've been good. I've finally found a balance of friends who I know I can trust with anything, and I'm finally comfortable. I'm just happy with where I am in life, and I will leave you with one last thought. To quote 10 Things I Hate About You (great film. WATCH IT.) "Don't let anyone ever make you feel like you don't deserve what you want. Go for it."

Monday, 18 April 2011

Perfect.

Perfect. Everyone wants it. Everyone strives to be perfect, to be someone they're not, to change for other people. And quite frankly, it's just sad. Seeing all the inncocent children, knowing that one day they'll be facing teenage dramas, and indeed changing themselves. When you look at fresh-faced year sevens, you know in a few years they will undoubtedly be lying in their room, crying over so and so, weeping over whats-his-face, and eventually disolve into a senseless pile of nothingness. Perfect makes people do things, things which make them unhappy, but hey, its fine because it means you'll be perfect. Honestly, I can't imagine anything worse than being perfect. The fun,the spontaneity would just be gone out of life. Sure, being happy all the time would be nice, but being sad makes us human. Having emotions is just brilliant! It may not seem so, when you're bawling in your bedroom over what who-said-what, or when you're screaming your head off but can you imagine how dull life would be without them!? Being imperfect is just great in my opinion. Right now, this second as I write this, I feel just brillaint. Whether it's because its my first blog post, or being I'm watching Michael McIntyre, or because Beth is giggling weakly at Michael but I feel content. These are the moments in life which are worth living for, the ones that stick with you, because they mean something. Perfect takes all that away. Perfect is cold, hard, shiny plastic. I may not have a perfect life but at least I'm happy, and at the end of the day thats all you can really ask for.