A page from my year book. Over the past few days I’ve been collecting photographs and notes from my friends in year 11. Our last 2 weeks of school is upon us but it hasn’t quite hit me yet that I’m officially leaving. I’m so used to the ordinary routine of every weekday 7am wake up and 3:10pm home time. Saying it that way makes me realize how young I still am.. I’m 16 with a lifetime of adventures ahead of me not knowing what’s going to go right or wrong it sometimes quite scary. The future scares me, for it is a hidden mystery waiting to be uncovered for better or worse. I think I’ll enjoy my college days but I seriously worry about what will happen to much. After all I’m still young and I should be making the most of my time being able to still get away with the stupidest of things and living at home. Before I know it I’ll be in my own house with my boyfriend, paying bills and going to our full time jobs. Sometimes, people don’t realize how lucky they really are until they get thrown in the deep end of life. Leaving school is just the beginning, saying good bye to those people we used to hang out with that are leaving to go to other schools. I’m ready for a new start, new friends, new work, new place, new routine.. I’m just a kid and I can’t wait to make the most of it! :)
Well.. all day.. every time I served someone I’d check for a tag, however some I’d miss and then the door would beep as they went out. Normally there’s a squeaky sound when they put it at the till and I didn’t notice that it wasn’t going off.. so I went my whole shift not knowing it was off and every now and again the door buzzer would go off! Oops.. not only that I was walking on the shop floor and a woman asked me to help her get some underwear in packets from the top shelf.. so there I am with a big rod poking at them because I’m too small to reach the top shelf. What happened was.. Poke, poke, poke and then everything fell on my head! Great. Then I went back to the till and there was this man (downs syndrome) asking me to help him so he told me what he wanted and I found it all for him and he tried getting me to phone someone called shelley.. Matalan doesn’t phone people to come and pick up their things ,they have to do it themselves. I politely told him this about 10 times and he didn’t seem to understand. He came back an hour later (when I thought he’d left) with a McDonalds wrapper and a few scribbles on and told me it was Shelley’s phone number. My boss told me to leave it and he was probably confused.. Wow what an interesting day. :|
I can admit now that I wear make up … occasionally. But I don’t wear loads. There are some people that splat it on and smother their faces in the thick orange gunge, but to be quite honest I think its mostly insecurity. I don’t understand why today we think that plastering ourselves in crap makes us pretty? What ever happened to natural looks? The pressure on women these days to look perfect is over the top and out of control! So many girls go out of their way to become thin and look like the people on commercials and on the huge billboards along highways. Why can’t we all just go back to sanity in our own worlds not caring what others think of how we look? Because this has created insecurity in pretty much all women! I am writing this because I know I don’t wear hardly any makeup but I am unsure sometimes of the way I look, purely because of others I feel I have to compare myself to. Makeup isn’t going to make you look any better! Most of the time it can make you look worse unless you apply it correctly, most girls today have no idea. The plastering of makeup is just a sheet of comfort for the insecurity of the user. But for all those girls that wear layers and layers of foundation, nobody really cares if you have a little pimple on your skin, or if your a little pale. Your beautiful as you are and if you tried a little less. I’m sure you’d benefit from it. :)
Just beginning exams.. the weather is changing and its sunny but for some reason still really COLD! The blossom on the tree in my garden only lasted a couple of weeks. Today I took my second exam.. first being French, today I took music. It was really rather rubbish.
Today is also the 10 month anniversary of my boyfriend and I. It doesn’t seem like long but its just a special occasion to take note of for 1 year on August 5th. Yeah, we definitely look like naturals on a Harley Davidson.. hah.
So I’m going to Download festival next month.. we’re going on Elliot’s birthday, Saturday 12th June. That week I would have done at least one GCSE exam a day so I deserve a break, right? .. We return on the Monday but I’ve got a History exam the next day.. is it wrong to spend all weekend relaxing with my boyfriend, or should I be revising for History? .. Tbh, I don’t care what the right thing to do is. I’m going to Download anyway. That’s all for today.