Life story

I started writing my life story on here just now, and got to my difficult age of 16 and decided against it because theres certain things at that age that I just don't want publicised.
I think my life is just too emotional and too personal to be shared and I'd rather leave the past where its at.
Ohwell, maybe i'll write a book about it one day.

But heres a word to sum up my life: Unorthodox.

And heres a poem which relates to me this very second

Crossing the water by Plath

Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.

Where do the black trees go that drink here?
Their shadows must cover Canada.

A little light is filtering from the water flowers.
Their leaves do not wish us to hurry:
They are round and flat and full of dark advice.

Cold worlds shake from the oar.
The spirit of blackness is in us, it is in the fishes.
A snag is lifting a valedictory, pale hand;

Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls.

Merry sodding christmas

The fact I weren't allowed to come home in nearly 2 weeks has really dampened my christmas spirit.
So I opened most of my presents yesterday instead of today. I need things to cheer me up coz these 2 weeks have got right under my thumb.

And now, i'm enduring our typical  christmas day where we put a movie on and my mum decides to phone family members and talks over the whole movie >.< And I am NOT going to try and listen to it over the sheer volume of her voice.

I just want christmas dinner, which will make me mildly happy, considering my mood at the current moment.

On brighter news, on 13th December my lovely other half asked me to marry him =D  (<--- see that face? well x's it by 1000000000000 recuring). Of course I said yes, who wouldn't? he's positively the single most amazing person i've ever come across, with a heart of gold, elf ears and rosy cheeks to match.
(Plus the ring is very pretty!!!)


Lets try and enjoy christmas shall we.