Reintroducing myself.

When I was younger, sometimes my grandparents would come and stay with us for a few days. One time, my grandmother and I walked down to the park in my village and we bought ice cream and a magazine and we sat on a bench by the pond facing away from the road and directly onto the fields and the hills. That was back when I was four years old, maybe five and I haven’t sat there since. I’m not sure why.

Also, we used to be really close with our neighbours. We’re still close, I suppose, though not so much. They have a son my sister’s age (let’s call him T) and a daughter my own age (M), so it was always pretty cool having two best friends living next door to you, well, strictly speaking, as our houses are semi-detached, in the same building. At one end of the hedge in our gardens, it was cut short and replaced with a little black gate that would always jam shut or not open properly, and we’d meet there, myself and M, whatever the weather, and then go to one another’s houses and play make-believes and make cupcakes and start projects that would never be finished. Then in the summer when the days were longer and everything was warmer and nothing had to be done, my sister, T and M and I would open the gate and we’d play Tig using both our gardens and cricket and Stuck In The Mud and football and T would swap teams because we all knew that he’d win the game. Then during the day, we’d take out all our brightly coloured pop-up tents and tunnels and join them together to make a giant network of tent forts and we’d have blankets and cushions inside them and we’d stay in there all day until it got dark. If it was raining, we’d go inside and make blanket forts in M’s room and we’d have chocolate bars and we’d talk about what we wanted to be when we were older. And then we’d fall asleep because it was 10 o’ clock and it was late.

And then M went to high school (she’s only six days older than me but is in the year above) and so we didn’t have much to talk about any more; she was grown up at a big, expensive school and I was still at primary, only just learning the things she learnt a year before. Sometimes we do still meet up to watch films or to thrash each other on Mario Kart or sometimes to just talk and I love that, and sometimes we’ll just talk about all these memories.

As myself and my sister, C, got older, we began to find ourselves needing each other more than ever. The pressure of high school and college and growing up in general began to get us down and we found that we actually could rely on each other when times were tough. When we got our dog, we began taking him for a walk every evening, just us, and we’d talk about everything. In summer, we’d walk for hours, around the fields and the housing estates and the hills and we’d sit down at the side of a flower-filled field and lie in the dwindling sunlight for a while, forgetting about everything.

And that is part of me.

The point of this is, it’s not your name or your age or where you live or anything that really matters. It’s about your story, and the things that have made you who you are. So those are just a few parts of my story and I think I might share some more with you soon, if you’d like me too. Also, you guys should also try this, make it however long or short you like. Let’s make this a tag, anyone up to help?

xx

 

Forever and why I don’t want it.

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My boyfriend said this to me yesterday. In case you’re not familiar, my boyfriend, I believe I call him Skate here, so Skate and I have been together for three months after being close for just under a year. I love him. And I know that this, again, is a generic teenage thing so say but you know when you love someone, right, and I know that I love him. We’re long distance, if you can call it that. There’s a hour between him and I. But I suppose these things don’t really come into this. Perhaps a little, but only a little. Despite the distance, it’s still amazing. This is the boy who, every day, makes sure that I’m okay and tells me that he loves me, who every time I see him, tells me I’m beautiful and perfect, and that I’m too good for him. This is the boy who will do anything to make me feel better and will be there through anything and who, along with those few incredible others (yes, you know who you are…), has kept me alive.

But ‘forever’ scares me. We all seem to be looking for a forever and waiting for a forever, maybe just waiting for the right forever, but a forever all the same… But… Why?

The thought of staying with one person for the rest of your life frightens me a little and maybe that’s a little strange as why would you not want to find that one, utterly perfect person who will never leave you and who will stay with you through everything?

Part of me, I suppose, does want that a little. And I know that when I am older, and more okay in myself, then I will want it.

Perhaps it’s partly the fault of the music industry. Maybe ‘fault’ is the wrong word… ‘influence’ may be better here. I say this because it is telling us that love doesn’t work out and that forever doesn’t mean forever and that when a person tells you that they won’t let you down, they’re lying and they hurt you so much that you can’t take it.

I don’t want to be the girl in the songs; the girl that expects forever when he tells her he’ll be her Always, the girl who gets hurt every time because he changed his mind.

Also, I am fifteen. That means… Possibly eighty more years with one person. Eighty. That’s a little terrifying, if I’m honest.

Plus, how can you be sure that you’re with the right person if you’ve never been with anyone else?

I know this post may seem awfully pessimistic and negative about the whole ‘love’ thing, but I really hope it doesn’t. I don’t believe I’m being a pessimist, more so a realist who is slightly scared of eternity. Of course, I’m not saying that ‘forever’ doesn’t exist, of course it does for so, so many people, but it just doesn’t exist for me right now. And it makes me sad, because I know that when my forever ends, my forever with Skate… He might still want that forever and I’ll end up hurting him and that is the last thing that I want to do. Bearing in mind that he was almost on the brink of tears when saying the things he did. For now, I do, somewhat, have a forever, our little forever, but I know that my forever won’t be an eternity.

xx

30 Day Challenge – Day 5

This should be interesting.

Kinda.

Day 5 – Five things that irritate you about the opposite sex/same sex.

Let me rant about all the things that annoy me about girls and boys.

My life story.

My life story.

 

Les femmes:

1. Posting selfies of your perfect self, showing off your amazing figure in an amazing outfit telling us all about the party you’re going to, then saying: ‘excuse the horrible face’, or ‘look disgusting in this’, etc, etc, etc. Really? Really? Oh come on, you know you’re freaking hot, stop making the rest of us feel crappy.

2. Floral instragrams – So maybe I’m being a teeny bit stereotypical and judgemental, but the main culprits for this are girls. The Instagram accounts that basically consist of standard pictures of an object on a floral duvet that somehow gets 400 odd likes. IT’S A FUCKING HAIRBRUSH ON A BED. WTF. A while back, I realised I was following (I kid you not) about 50 of these and eventually just got so pissed off with them giving shoutouts to ‘their lovelies’ and saying ‘this lovely’s photos are so unique and original, you need to follow them now!’ when THEIR PICTURES ARE ALSO OF THE SAME BLOODY OBJECTS ON THE SAME BLOODY DUVET COVER.

Sorry. Rant over. If I’ve offended you then I’m sorry. Not really.

3. Well this one kind of goes for both girls and boys but I’ve seen more girls do it than boys. Anyway, people who wear band t-shirts when they don’t even like the band. I mean, I accept the fact that the Rolling Stones logo is pretty kick ass and fashionable, but if you hate their music, why wear their logo on your top?! Again, I’m sorry if I offended you, but there’s my view.

4. Bitches. Do I really need to explain that one?

5. Girls (and boys) who won’t accept compliments. If someone says you’re pretty, smile and just say THANK YOU instead of refuting it! Hypocriiiiiiittttttteeeee

Oh and we cannot forget the girls that fucking hate your guts simply because a mutual friend introduced you to her boyfriend who wasn’t her boyfriend at the time and even though it’s just friends kind of thing she still has it in for you and takes every single chance to flaunt him just because she can and even though you didn’t even do anything to her she has a massive grudge against you even though you were best friends once but no way will she admit that now and ARGH

Moving on.

And now for

Les Hommes:

1. Boys who think they’re more popular than they actually are. This goes for girls as well, but in my experience, I’ve seen more boys be this twatty so yeah, sorry boys.

2. Boys who think they can have aaaaany girl they want. Um, no you bloody well can’t you arrogant little shit.

3. Boys who will talk to you for hours everyday online or whatever then COMPLETELY IGNORE YOU when you see them in real life. Seriously, this pisses me off, because a smile or a slight acknowledgement would be nice, okay, especially if you’ve told me that I’m a good friend and you’d love to talk to me. SERIOUSLY DUDE, I’M NOT THAT UNCOOL. Probably. The bastards.

4. Guys that walk around with their tops off when:

a) it’s not hot

b) they’re over the age of 25, unless you’re exceptionally sexual, (Brendon Urie for example.)

c) they think they’re really attractive when they’re reeeeally not.

d) just because they can.

5. GUYS WHO ONLY POST TOPLESS PICTURES ON FACEBOOK OR INSTAGRAM OR WHATEVER. SERIOUSLY. GET. A. LIFE. Just because you have abs, does not make you fucking attractive, plus you look about 10 years old, get off the internet.

*cough*

AAAANYWAY.

There’s Day 5. Sorry for a) ranting and b) if I offended anyone

I really don’t care

I do, I promise. Please tell me someone agrees with the stuff I’ve just said okay make me feel better.

xx

What is your ‘first kiss’?

So, I had a thought this evening. And it probably seems like one of the stupidest questions ever. And one of the soppiest. Sorry not sorry.

What is your ‘first kiss’?

Because, I suppose it depends on your perspective and viewpoint (and whether you’re a hopeless romantic who watches too many chic-flicks, comme moi).

Is it really, the first kiss you had, no matter who it was, when, where or why? I mean, would you class that kiss that you had at a school disco when you were 7 as your ‘first kiss’? Or perhaps one when you were drunk at a party playing Spin the Bottle?

Or is it… the first kiss that really meant something.

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Do you see what I’m getting at here?

Because I always thought of ‘a first kiss’ as being something that really meant something, you know? It was something that mattered. I always thought it’d be with the person you love, rather than some stranger. But on the other hand, a first kiss is, basically, the first time you kissed someone, but with added romantic stigma.

Haha, I was a really soppy kid.

And does your first kiss really matter? How significant is it to other people? And can you have multiple ‘first kisses’, for example, your first kiss with a different partner?

What are your views on this? Either vote on the poll (getting techy here) or let me know in the comments and make me feel like I’m not the only one who thinks about these things.

 

“You’ve been watching ‘Soppy Friday Night with Girlwiththesilverlocket, thank you and good night.”

xx

30 Day Challenge – OMG IT’S DAY THREE

Wow. I’ve actually… got to day 3?! WOOWWW.

Okay.

Day 3 – What kind of person attracts you?

Well…

I don’t really have a ‘type’ as such. But if I’m to be attracted to someone, they have to be able to make me laugh. Just, being funny is a must for me. They have to be able to kind of, let go, if you know what I mean. If they never join in anything, or if they’re never willing to talk to people then sorry, no. They have to have hobbies other than playing Xbox or something. Being complimentary helps. If they’re texting or whatever, USE WORDS NOT ABBREVIATIONS FOR EVERYTHING PLEASE. Grammar is sexy. And no one who freely uses the word ‘swag’ unless it’s ironically. Someone who has opinions about things. Not on everything necessarily, just some things. A good taste in music is helpful, plus it helps if they’re interested in a few of the same things as I am. And they have to be nice. Someone who cares about you. Obviously. Oh and if they play the guitar… ❤ ❤ ❤ Seriously, guitars are hot. And it helps if they’re good looking, but you know, that’s not particularly important. It’s just a bonus.

Oh wow, I’m picky. Any combination of them really.

Laters.

xx

Things I love about summer.

Personally, I adore summer. It’s just got a ‘feel good’ vibe to it, if you get what I mean. AND IT’S WARM. (rarely in England but there we go, we’ve just had a so-called ‘heat wave’ so we should be thankful.) 😀 As with every season, summer has it bad features: the over-powering heat, the fact that we can never keep cool in the heat seeing as no one has air conditioning, so you are doomed to lie on your floor without moving for days on end… unless you spend your day in Tesco by the refrigerators. Not a bad idea, actually… There’s ice cream… …Yup… That’s my summer sorted. And then there’s the mosquitos. Argh. Annoying little things they are. Why do they even exist? *danisnotonfire voice* WHAT IS THE POINT OF THEIR EXISTAAANNNCCEEE?

But all that aside, it’s still one of my favourite seasons. And I’m going to write a list. Because lists are cool.

1. Sun – The really obvious one. But hey, it’s something that the majority of us look forward to, especially after long winters. Sun kind of just makes everything a bit better. Even if you’re stuck in school doing your most hated classes, it’s just a little better when the sun’s shining, right?

2. Warm weather – This is also really obvious and links in with the previous one. Still, it’s something we all like, come on. And we don’t get much of it here in England, so there.

3. Summer breaks and holidaaaayyys! And no school! – It’s just nice to be away for a while somewhere nice, even if, like me, you just go somewhere a few hours away (I’m trying my best to go abroad next year though… Portugal looks likely, yeeeessss) Plus it gives you a chance to stalk dem fit guys and girls.

…I am such a creeper.

4. Pimms – WHO DOES NOT LIKE PIMMS?! Probably a lot of people, stop making judgements. It’s one drink that is really summery and fruity and nice that only really appears in this season, so yep.

5. Ice cream – I know you can get this all year round, but you can’t beat ice cream when it’s actually hot.

6. Tanning – Yaaaaaaaaay, getting the ‘golden glow’. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I don’t tan.

7. Meeting up with friends – Any day, any time really. Whenever you feel like it without having to worry about homework or school the next day or whatever. Though my friends are all on holiday right now, so I am a loner. Maaaa.

8. Staying outside for ages – It doesn’t get cold or dark for ageeeees, so you can stay out until midnight. not quite

9. BBQs – Nom nom nom nom nom nom nom. FOOD. Food is good. (Hint: To you UK people, the chilli beef kebabs from a supermarket that rhymes with… Lainsbury’s are really nice.)

10. Fruit – Finally all the nice fruit is available, by that I mean stuff like strawberries and raspberries and shit. Yes, I know you can get them all year round, but in summer you get British ones and local ones and they’re nice okay.

11. Lie ins – Because you’re not at school, you can stay in bed for the entire day, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! Though I’m looking after my friend’s chickens and cat again while she’s away so this week I can’t do that. Meh. But I get paid so you know, the early (10 am) mornings are worth it.

12. Dresses and skirts and shorts and florals and all that nice shit – Yes. Summer fashion. I LUFF IT.

13. Lemonade – This just deserves a section of its own in my opinion, okay, because I like lemonade and yeah. When it’s nice and chilled and you can just sip it and stuff, like yup. Yep yep yeppedy yep. *skips down street with glass of lemonade* When I visited York last week, there were these people selling fresh lemonade, which consisted only of freshly squeezed lemons and cold water. And boy, it was good. If you ever go to York this summer, get some. Because it’s refreshing. Nom nom nom.

And so concludes my list. I want a list of things to do this summer, just really random things, so PLEASE COMMENT IDEAS BELOW I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVEEEERRR! Whatever crazy, or not-so-crazy ideas you have, please let me know, I’d really appreciate it, if you guys actually suggest stuff I’ll make a post about it and it’ll be fun and let’s all do challenges and stuff because it’s summer and we have six weeks off here (five now) so JUST DO IT. PLUZ.

Love you all.

xx

AND YES I HAVE A NEW THEME AHAHA SUMMERY.

I really need to sort out these categories.

Sunday Sunshine :]

So it’s Sunday and for once, the weather has stopped being so crap! It’s sunny! Yayayayay! My mood is just so much better when it’s sunny out. Lalalalalala 😀
Admittedly, it is quite windy, but whatever. Not going to let that spoil my happiness!
Right now, I’m just sitting on my bed, looking out the window at the blue sky, listening to music *checks what song is playing* – It’s Hopeless Wanderer by Mumford & Sons in case you were wondering, which you probably weren’t… and I’m talking to le sexy garçon so it’s a pretty good afternoon!
I still have to revise for a Spanish assessment tomorrow… and finish a piece of work for French, but that can wait. I’m going over to my friend’s in a bit and that will involve questing for the limited-edition KitKat Chunky flavours (le sexy garçon recommended the coconut so I’m going to have to try it now…) and discovering how the hell to feed her chickens and her cat. She’s off to somewhere nice, hot and sunny in a couple of weeks and I have been given the duty of looking after her pets… So that should be interesting. Lalalalalala I’m getting paid for it as well, even though I said there was no need *really meaning you don’t have to… but that would be nice… after all I am getting up nearly an hour earlier for a week.* But hey. The fact that she is going away makes me depressed because that means I’ll be alone with my so-called ‘friends’. Great fun.
But whatever.
I’m currently deciding whether to try and persuade mother to let me dye my hair or not. I have no clue what colour I’d do it. I have natural blondey-browney hair at the moment and brown eyes… any ideas? I love the idea of going red, but it’s mainstream. It’s freaking sexy though. Purple sounds good, but whether or not that would suit me I have no idea.

See you later mes amis!

xx