Thursday, 29 December 2011
I've been looking for some tiger jewelry for ages (because it's my spirit animal, ofc) and I finally found some gorgeous pieces! Bought a beautiful bracelet and a couple of rings :)
I'll take more pictures at some point - sorry for the low quality, it's from my phone. (here's the picture from the website) (2)
Wednesday, 28 December 2011
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
Sunday, 11 December 2011
Saturday, 10 December 2011
I mentioned a couple posts ago about having the most wonderful day.
Two of my friends and myself went down to Starbucks for lunch. We had a coffee and some lovely conversation, but it was the way back that made it such an amazing moment for me. The weather was awful, but it seemed to be just grey and cloudy, until about half way back when the heavens opened without warning and a magnificent downpour of rain came down on us. It was absolutely awful, because it was windy at the same time, so it was raining into our eyes and we were literally drowning. It took us a good 10/15 minutes to get back to school, and by the time we did we were thoroughly soaked, right to our bones. It was awful dealing with the wet clothes after, but whilst we were running through the wind with the rain in our faces, it was just something else altogether. It was so much fun - we were laughing and crying and being ridiculously free, trying to fight against the wind and the rain in pools on the pavements.
It was one of those moments I'd relive again in a heartbeat.
Friday, 9 December 2011
Wednesday, 7 December 2011
I'm writing a book.
I don't know how long it'll be, if it'll be any good, whether it's actually ever be worth anything, but I just want to finish it and able to say I did it, to say 'Did you know I've written a book?' I have a lot of ideas and a main plot, but bringing it all together it proving more difficult that I thought. I have the substance - I know where I want to end up with it, which is a start. I know my beginning, I know my end, it's just the nebulous middle I'm having trouble with, but I'd like to think it'll be worth it in the end.
Below is a very short extract, but I'm wondering whether I should pick out a few more and post them up on my flickr too.
Words: 14, 089
Monday, 5 December 2011
Sunday, 4 December 2011
More thinking than usual, anyway. Up until know I haven't really questioned anything in my life, but recently I've found myself thinking rather frequently, mostly about what I'm going to do with my life.
I've always thought I was going to be a doctor. My parents never specifically demanded it, but it's always been there - a silent expectation, a subtle hint and nudge here and there, along with the occasional wistful comment made by my mother, and so it sort of just fell into place. I figured I'd become a doctor, because that's a pretty reasonable job, right? Not just because of the paycheck - which is obviously pretty good - but because it seemed like something worthwhile, something that wouldn't be a waste of my life. I love learning, I love challenges, so it always seemed like a good plan to me: go to medschool, become a doctor, get married and have kids - live the good, standard life - but idk, it's all becoming a little uncertain to me now. Medicine would be a long road, a long, long road, which at a certain point will be practically impossible to turn around from. From what I've heard, you're either all in, or all out. Up until now, I've been all in.
I'm not quite sure what brought up all these doubts in me. I think part of it is doubt that I'll be able to do it - and how will I know, until I try? What if I make a rubbish doctor? I've always been perfectly balanced in terms of logical vs creativity - it's quite weird, actually. I love my science just as much as I adore my humanities, and I think that's a part of what's stirring up the doubt in me. I don't see myself as a scientist. I'm good at science, but I don't know if that's what i want my life to be about - though I've heard medicine isn't strictly scientific, that is requires interpersonal skills and things like that, the bottom line is that it's a science. I don't know if I'm actually cut out for that, nor if I actually want that.
English has always been a part of me: literature and writing and everything that goes with it, it's been a part of me ever since I was a child. I still remember the sorts of stories I wrote when I was seven, eight years old, tucked away in our little family home, scribbling furiously into my notebooks. I've no idea where they all are know, they got lost in transit between the divorce and the three different homes we've lived in since then, but I wish I could see them again. I'm not sure if I want to let that go. I'm trying to write a book - a novel, a short story, whatever - but that's not set in stone. So far, I have nearly 13,000 words, 20 pages. It's not an awful lot, but I've put an awful lot of thought in it, and in a way, it's my test run. If I can do it, then perhaps English is the way I should go. I really don't know, but all I know is that I won't ever know. Whether I'm going down one path or the other, I won't ever know if it'll be the right way. Say if I did decide to go to Uni to do English, what would I do afterwards? I think a part of what scares me away from doing it is the uncertainty. Medicine comes with a certainty - I know what I'll be doing at the end. I'll be a doctor. With English, I don't have that certainty, and I hate that. I just - I really don't know. If I walk down the Medicine path, a part of me feels like I'd be wasting something.
This has been an angsty teenage post.
Saturday, 3 December 2011
I just finished the book and fuck, I loved it. It had this ethereal, hazy feel to it, and most of all, it was thoroughly creepy, but in the best way. Everything about it was amazing, from the writing to the basic, raw plot: five daughters of two strict Christians, thrown into depression when the youngest sister, Cecilia, kills herself at 13. The book goes through the decline of the family, leading into the suicides of the other four sisters - dialhsdhaslkhdla. It was just amazing. I think what made me enjoy it more were the weird looks I got reading this around school - since the title is quite provocative, loads of people came up to me, sometimes curious, other times accusatory, like 'what are you reading!?' Made it all the more enjoyable to read, but the next thing I want is to see the film. It's been promised to me by a friend - the same friend who's now borrowing the book - and we're doing a sort of swap for a bit. Since it's directed by Sofia Coppola I know I'm going to love it, and it'll be deliciously eerie but hauntingly beautiful at the same time. (My two favourite things.)
Besides, anything Kirsten does is flawless.