If Only...

think of all the year 12 english students who would be in tears of joy.

Self absorbed

I am. But it's not unhealthy!

Three hours straight, Baby!

ok, ok, I am joking (kinda) 

but I am under the belief that, as a teenager, I probably think about me too much. 

And this time could probably be better spent doing somthing productive. Like people who waste time on crushes. 

but first she should really fix those arms.

So anyway, now I am being productive, and killing all my time wasting activities.

FUUUU...

I just realised, if I'm being thorough, probably blogging needs to go too. I'll think about it, my many fans. I will. Because I don't want to dissappoint you all.

alice

Nestled between two of my favorite pieces of decor, my backwards-ticking clock and my muffin-shaped cookie jar, is my Alice doll.

I'm pretty pround of her, because she is handmade (by me) from just scraps lying around the house. I went through a bit of an Alice obsession (muffin and backwards clock? not surprised if you guessed)

"But wait, you haven't seen my replica Mad Hatter's original hat!"

and kind of enjoy making dolls more than the average person.

I recently also made a Tinkerbell for my sister, and a few scrappy plush button animals. Once I went a little overboard and sewed a doll in the likeness of a friend for her birthday. She was a pleasant blend of uncomfortable and pleased, from her expression. 

and we never spoke again.

What is a body

I am not a fan of little kids. Not really. 

I absolutely love them when they're placid and humble and kind of adoring. 

But I seem to have had it up to here with killer children. 

"actually, i think it's a little higher"

I once had a child to babysit who absolutely had to have it all her way, and in the meanwhile, she expected adoration. 

 I don't babysit her anymore. Her parents never called me back after several babysits. Maybe because she told her mum I was evil and put fish in blenders. Because instead of adoring her, I was all:

and sometimes not even that.

but what bugs me about kids REALLY is just something they can't help. they're kids. they don't know how to act in front of important people, or why they should share, or why their pictures don't look right.

   I think the problem with kids' drawings is they don't draw what they see, but what they think they should be seeing. I had a hard time explaining to my babysitting child that the reason her people weren't very peopl-y was because people really need bodies. That thing between the head and the legs.
yes.

that. 

and i aint no hypocrite. promise.

Trepidation

I have a story that I really want to write now that I'm on holidays.
But I'm scared.
What if I write it and it comes out all wrong? It will be like opening that gift you've been eyeing and discovering socks.

Or finding out that the person who's been sending you flowers all this time was just your mum feeling sorry for you.

Thought for the day

Life isn't disappointing. Nobody ever tells you it will be good before you sign up.