well then.

i haven't blogged in quite a while. you probably think i have a shit-load to talk about, since i was in France and all, but in reality, i'm so lazy that you'll have to talk to me personally if you wanna hear about my trip, typing takes a lot of effort :/ but i will mention that my Francis paper doll was massively destroyed. oh and in randomness, the trip to France helped with my 'decision'.. that went well. ~~ now life is boring and the only things that keep me running are FrUk fanfiction, role play and art class. i'm failing math.. 47% (N) b/c i'm failing, i'm supposed to be out of the play at school, but when my love of a drama teacher heard, he was all like 'i'm going to pretend i didn't hear that :)' he's amazing. he called me darling.. and i fell.. literally it startled me so much that he called me that, and i tripped... and he helped me up XDD i love anime moments XD i sewed a skirt today from scratch with no pattern, it's really cute and i'm mad proud of it :D but anyways, i have a GINORMOUS math test tomorrow... that i clearly haven't studied for and already know i'm going to fail.. but i'm going to maybe kind of try to study. maybe. bye bye! oh yeah! i got contacts 6 days ago :) i love them. -A

name.

lololol is it bad that i keep almost calling him 'Patrick' when i talk about him? i've done it four times -_- A Fail.

Loverlee.

^_______________________________________^ life is loverlee. (excuse the complete and utter butchering of the word 'lovely', but i'm special.) i would like to say hello to Quinn who now reads my blog. hi Quinn! *waves* (the above point now limits what can be said in my blog XDD) so i'll just say, that things are going great. yeah. i wish i could write some sort of poetry about happiness but it would probably sound super corny... like that one poem i wrote when i was 10 about Canada that got published in a book XD Canada is very free people walk and you will see that Canada is wonderful every thing is colourful canada is... i forgot the rest and i can't find the book A Fail. t'ill next time! ~

Princess. A poem...ish.

Hello there. I am a princess. But not your ‘average’ princess. No, not at all. I cannot roam free where I please, Whether in my castle or in my life. I am locked away from the world. The walls crush in on me in my tower, surrounding me with unbreakable bonds known to the King as ‘rules’. I am restricted from leaving the castle at all costs. I cannot take strolls in the garden Nor can I visit my acquaintances But worst of all, I cannot choose my prince. He will also have a set of restrictions. He must be of the same heritage. He must be wealthy. He must be brilliant. He must be tall and handsome. He must be perfect. He must be quite hard to find. For I seldom see princes of this liking. The King, my father, only sees me as his youngest daughter, the one to be the embodiment of what my older sister’s were not. It is hard to be a princess with this pressure. So I sit here and watch from my binding tower as the other princesses come and go as they please, gracing the trails of the gardens, speaking with their friends and latching to their princes, ‘perfect’ in only their eyes. While I wait until I can possibly be given this freedom as well. ~A, my father is horrible.

Why? why? why? why?

why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why?


Why is she so cute?
Why is he so nice?
Why is she so amazed by me?
Why is he so talented?
Why is she so supportive?
Why is he so entrancing?
Why can she hug so tightly?
Why can he always know what to say?
Why does she play guitar?
Why does he play guitar?
Why do i like them both?
Why do they both like me?
Why do i have to choose?

Why can't i just have them both?

Why can't i have a shoulder to cry on?
i need one.

one of them.
unfortunatly.

Whatever this is.

why is it that I am often faced with these difficult choices?
I just don't know what to do with 'this' (though i'm not exactly sure what 'this' is)

in other news.. this song is the embodiment of what i want to happen to me in a relationship..


this is the sweetest moment
this is what we both wanted
we are the same but we're so different
i untie your shoelaces
we touch each other's faces
we start to sweat and the sky turns red

tell me that you know
life's not fair
if we're gonna make it then we're halfway there
tell me that you know
that i really care, i swear

let's melt the sugar
under the meteor shower
on the hottest night in july
our sticky alter...is nothing but a towel
spread out....as we both lie
let's melt the sugar

it's melting on our faces
it's running down our places
that we both hide in the dark tonight
this is the way we do things
spontaneous exciting
i wish the world was always this inviting
(yes i want you, yes i need you, sweat pours down my chest)


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dumb blog post.. sorry...