So I may have been neglecting this a little...

Sorry about that everyone! I only actually remembered that I was meant to post on here today when I spoke to my wonderful darling friend Iona who said something about her blog and immediately a few choice swear words flew wildly around in my head like wild horses stampeding through the bush.
Maybe one of the reasons I haven't posted in a couple of centuries is because I don't feel like I have much to say on life. What with the winter gloom and all my life is at the bit in any chick flick where all the problems arise over friends/family/school/boys/all of the above, rain tumbling down on windows as I sing 'All By Myself' at the top of my lungs. And really the turn sing is a broad one.
There is something about seeing people being together in a way that you used to be included in that makes me want to curl up into a tiny ball (although considering my height the ball might not be that tiny) and go into hibernation. They don't even realise they have a togetherness, and I didn't either until I wasn't in it, but I see it as I sit on the edges looking in on what used to be mine like a commuter watching the train they have just missed slide out of the station so peacefully and calmly yet they can do nothing but watch in horror.
Wow This is turning quite sad quite quickly so I will stop but I wanted to finish with a quote that I saw (but don't know who said it sorry) and that says a lot about how I'm feeling at the moment:

I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.

I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.

It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child;

A girl with her lover;

Or a friend laughing with their best friend;

I realise that even though I like being alone

I don’t fancy being lonely.

Being a Teenager

So often am I bombarded with messages of how useless my generation is that I begin to believe that I really am worthless. Enough news channels say that I am dumb and pointless and slowly I see their point of view. I get upset at how I'm not going to be able to cope with relying on myself because I am told that my generation is the one that will make the world spiral out of control and into dark times. When I feel this way I am forgetting something very important: These news reporters and I are underestimating me.
We are told that this generation is lazy and only likes watching TV but they are forgetting that every single person has at least one or two things that they are good at. Whether it is being able to make your best friend laugh or being able to paint like Van Gogh all these little talents are ours and we should never think that they are unimportant. I personally play the Cello and, although I don't play it as well as some people I know, I use this as my little reminder that I'm not useless. When I see these messages about how useless my generation and I are I feel down but I keep going on doing exactly what I love because that is the thing that makes me good. When I do what I love I am kinder to others and am all 'round a better person. So next time someone tells you that you aren't good enough or that you are letting them down just keep on being you because that will ensure the world that you live in will be a better place.

Saying Goodbye

Yesterday I said goodbye to my beautiful sister Kate. Kate has gone on a Gap Year to Europe and I won't get to see her for the next six and a half months. In the lead up to her leaving I didn't feel sad at all - Well I did feel sad but that was a selfish sad that had more to do with me being stuck in school while she travels the world than me not seeing her - but when I had to say goodbye it hit me. It hit me that I would have to go the rest of the year without laughing at Kate's bad puns (in my head, of course, because I must never let on that I think they are even slightly amusing) or singing with her in her car because her radio doesn't work. Without yelling at her to do the jobs that I'm asked to do. My sister gets on my nerves sometimes and says rude things to me and sometimes I wish she would go away more often but I still love my sister to bits. So I cried and I cried. Sobbed much harder then she did (which made her laugh of course). I cried because Kate has always been there for me to look up to. From her cool fashion to her loathing of my ex-boyfriends I have always been able to count on her being there for me. And now I don't have her to rely on. I have to get by on my own for a bit. I have to grow up. And that's pretty scary.

New Header

As you may have noticed, and by you I am indeed referring to the imaginary people that look at my blog, I have a marvellous new header. My dear friend Iona, who is much more talented than I, has (after much begging on my behalf) agreed to draw a picture of me to use on this blog. Having outdone herself once again she has also written a little poetic line about me and the picture. The poem is written in her handwriting on the picture however it is rather small and so, as I love it so much, I have made it the description of my blog. 
This little picture does actually say quite a lot about me, especially when the little poem is included. My two main pleasures in life are books and music. Hence the girl is riding on the cello (which is the instrument that I play), holding the book in one hand and the heart in the other. This whole picture is, I suppose, explained by the poem but I just wanted to point out how perfectly this shows who I am. So thank you Iona, you wonderfully beautiful girl. Thank you.

Hello

So I've started a blog! This sounds ironic coming from an avid Tumblr blogger but I don't really think of that as blogging because, in my case, it doesn't actually involve any use of skill as I just admire how cool everyone else is. I have decided to make a proper 'blog' blog because, although i really do love Tumblr and all it's greatness, I really just blog about TV shows that I am addicted to and, after reading a whole issue of Frankie in a day, I am beginning to think that I have recently been surrounded by far too much commercialised journalism. I have, I am sad to admit, been shockingly out of touch with any sort of inspiring thing. So here begins a new chapter in the book of my productivity! Hold on to your hats and, if possible, grab onto something sturdy because this is going to be a wild ride!