Show me your soul and I'll show you mine...

Mixed emotions and contradictory thoughts have filled my head and unfortunately my heart lately. There's a guilty weight on my conscious of all my wrongful deeds, my past in getting the better of me. Hopefully this awful feeling of darkness will leave each corner of my mind and replace it with beautiful thoughts once again. Perhaps the start of College again will distract me from my thoughts.

The vacationer

 Only at Fergburger will you find the most amazing burgers

Look at things differently

With the sun setting and the radio playing, i couldn't help but think about how strong the relationship between change and familiarity really is. My eyes kept focusing on my hands, forcing me to notice how something so familiar can look so different when placed in different light and positions. I work with my hands everyday, but suddenly, they felt like they never belonged to me in the first place.

But I am mad about Jose. I honestly think I'd give up smoking if he asked me.

There are so many kinds of beautiful

I love the idea that each person has their own idea of beauty. I find it so refreshing. I think that maybe when you're comfortable with yourself, in terms of who you actually are and who you want to become, everything starts to be a little easier. You begin to understand who you are, and realise who you want to be and try to mix it together in a way that satisfies your every desire. Transform yourself into your own idea of beauty.

I think that everyone is just pieces of people they've met along their journeys, i like that people can essentially shape individuals into the person they are today, both in a positive or negative manner. Everybody has the power to change everyone.

For me, i think that beauty is everywhere, where people wouldn't expect, in every day situations. I think people are most beautiful when they are lost in thought, not trying to act a certain way, simply lost deep within themselves. I think thats also why I'm attracted to more reserved people, people who are quiet and have such a strong air of intelligence about them. I imagine that they spend their nights reading classic novels, or drinking red wine, while painting some sort of fantasy world they have invented in the depths of their mind. I like the way that you don't know what they're thinking, i like mystery.

Peach, Plum, Pear

shake away my wintery blues

My alarm goes off a 7:00am on a tuesday.
I wake up in a panic, getting angry with myself because College isn't on this week, I could have slept in longer if i had remembered to turn off my alarm!
7:20am I give up trying to sleep because the voices of my family are echoing down the hallway. They're playing with Bella. I dislike them for keeping me awake by their constant need to get attention from the dog.
I am still in bed now, its 7:40am. I don't need to be up until 9:00am, I have a job trial at 12:00 today. but before all that, i will have to do some chores of getting ready.
1. brush teeth
2. Do make-up and hair
3. decide what looks appropriate for the job and get dressed up
4. get my stuff
5. leave the house
I don't like routine so much, sometimes i wish i could do it all backwards, leave the house, get my stuff, get dressed up, do my hair and make-up then brush my teeth. It would be interesting, but it wouldn't work. None of my day dreams ever seem possible.
Its now 7:54am and I had to get out of bed because Liam lost Bella outside. She was found outside my bedroom on the grass. Im not surprised though, all that attention she gets would make anyone want to run away.
My attitude is getting on my nerves, I need to be happy and polite in order to get this job today.
I shall shake away this bad mood by dancing to the jazz tunes i have on my iPod, Jazz music always does the trick, jazz, tea and dancing.