I'm the closest I will ever get to being as excited as I was about going to Disneyland when I was 8 years old. Haha. I'm happy, excited, and I just hope all my wishes and dreams don't come completely crashing down. Not like I expect to attain them immediately...but one can only hope that they'll come to pass. After all my hard work! :P My enjoyable hard work, but hard work nonetheless.
Yeah, Cookies, I'm talking again about my Poetry. But not just the normal bookish-stuff, which I'm extremely excited about as well. xD! But...*drum roll*...*lots and lots of suspense*...*keeps you on your tip-toes*...I'm gonna enter a CONTEST! At least I'm going to try and do so. I can win up to 100,000 pounds. Maybe more, but I guess that's the highest I'm reaching for right now. And I can also win 1,000. Or maybe just 10. But even then, that's something. And I can submit more, maybe win more. I dunno if I'll win everything, but it's worth a shot. A couple of shots. Hey, I'm not going to stop 'shooting' till I get something. xD
I'm happy! I love you all! =)
Muches of huge huggles...
-Jo.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Oh-So-Excited!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Now...to talk about England...
Now I've been in England for awhile. You all know that. In fact I've only been really faithfully blogging since I've been in England, but surprisingly enough, I haven't mentioned the place too frequently. I've written many poems (I can mention poetry here, okay? xP) about places here in England, although, surprisingly enough, my inspiration has ebbed at a low since I've come here. Which is odd, because England is more beautiful that any place I've ever been before.
There's not a grand lot of sunshine, it rains and the sky is practically permanently covered in a blanket of clouds, but it's all so lovely! The grass is always green, it snows just about the right amount, there are a good deal of trees and little patches of forest scattered about, wherever you go there's something beautiful that you can appreciate. It's just perfect, especially after living in third world countries. Well, maybe with the exception of Turkey and Lebanon. Okay, so I've lived in a lot of beautiful places.
Turkey was magnificent; massive hills and clear skies, red moons and the Bosphorous to view from our third-floor balcony(it wasn't very pretty once you got near enough to smell it). But that was a sort of Black Sea beauty. A Middle Eastern beauty. Lebanon was also beautiful. The cedars of Lebanon are famed everywhere. I was lucky to be able to witness them firsthand. I don't remember it as clearly, of course, but I remember loving the amount of snow we got up in the mountains in winter; the long hikes we had up there in summer. Lebanon's mountains are the most beautiful I've ever seen.
But England is a different sort of beauty altogether, and I have to say, the most beautiful place I have ever been. No offense to all the lovely countries I've experienced, but England is right up my alley. Rainy days, with just a little bit of sun peeking through at noon if you're lucky. Grassy knolls and little valleys, brook and streams, little splotches of forestry, and stretches of farmland all over the countryside. Which is where I am now. I'm visiting a 200 year old massive manor of a farmhouse in Dartford, and I'm cozy up here in the attic enjoying the one setback of country life: slow-ass internet. But I can survive that. Or can't I? Anything for the long walk I'm going to be taking later on today. And the Van Gogh paintings they have on the wall here. *Sighs contentedly* It's the closest I'm going to get to home outside of home.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The New
Isn't there something 'orrible about new things and new situations? It's just so awkward. I have to get myself comfortable, and by the time I really get adjusted we're going. That's why I'm so glad that we're going to be a moving in a house that's somewhat more of our 'own'. It will be like some place I can really call 'home'. Not 'the home' but 'my home'. There's something so cozy about a house that you've gotten used to...it has so much sentimental value, so many little things about it that you love; it has a certain quality that no other house possesses.
...I can't wait to move to Reading. I'm actually excited. I don't know how to show my excitement, but I know for a fact that I'm excited. And happy. And maybe a little afraid, but that's only natural.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
*Le Cough*
Happy Valentines! *Cough, cough, cough*
I love you, and you know who you are. And when I say that, I mean it. (Kyshes, huggles, and other...things...*whistles*)
Love you! (Happy Hate Day! xD)
Friday, February 13, 2009
Music!!! *GLOMPS*
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Bringing up the Past...
...I was browsing through this old diary of mine. Well not really old...but I stopped using it around the time I turned 13. It's just so funny reading the thoughts of mine back then. The opinions on life and goals I swore I would never waver from. Well I did, and look where I am now. I wouldn't exactly say I changed for better or for worse, because I could bash the way I am now, but then there were so many faults I had back then that I got into trouble for too. So it just goes to prove that no-one's perfect...life is definitely not perfect...troubles just keep coming, and we deal with them, live through them, and have fun despite them. YAY! Life goes on, and it's your decision whether or not you're going to let it leave you in the dust.
To quote myself from the diary (which, BTW, I called my 'Book of Thoughts' haha):
"The adoration of a work of art surely cannot be sacrilege. The worship of something so divined by God cannot be wicked in His eyes. I cannot decide…whether it is sacrilege to worship or not to…I think, I think I shall worship contentedly."
English? :-O!
I love myself. My ever-changing, ever-indecisive self. xD
I live off of yesterday, I love all my memories, and I would never delete this book; no matter how embarrassing some of the stuff in it may turn out to be. =D
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
:-O
Monday, February 9, 2009
In Love...
I'm so in love with the world. It's not even funny. I hate everything about it and then I love everything about it. No matter how much I look for disgusting stuff there's always something beautiful. I'm always finding poetry in everything...and I'm starting to think that (because of that) there's something wrong with me. So maybe there is...
Sunday, February 8, 2009
...Imperfect Life...
Isn't it so odd the way that Life always wants to go opposite of the way you want it? How whenever you really want something to happen, it doesn't? And the things that you never wanted to do, or the things you never expected to do, somehow you manage you end up doing in the end? It's all so opposite; nothing ever goes the way you want it to. You can plan the perfect situation for years and it's still going to turn out somewhat wrong in the long run, just because life can't be perfect. Imperfection is life, but is it too much to ask for things to go right for just a little bit? Shouldn't you be able to be able to do some of the things that you've always wanted to do without interference?
...Life sucks and I still love it.
Talk about fickle. The normal hate/love scenario. I loathe it to the point that I couldn't do without it.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Shit Happens
I'm actually surprisingly joyous. I mean, I haven't cussed out loud once yet and I only got 90% peeved, so I'm doing pretty well. Shit happens and I live with it, because life just never goes like you want it to, and most things are too good to be true.
And now that I've got you all curious I'm not going to tell you what's wrong. =/ I'm sowwie!
Don't worry, be happy, life is wonderful in a rather perverted sense.
