Think I’m bigger than I used to be
Love is growing up
There’s another world to know out there
Love is growing up
I was afraid to say hello
Cause I was just as scared to say goodbye
Found and lost so many dreams and
Some I still believe in
Others I let walk away
Times I laughed and felt so free
And times I felt so little
The sudden highs and miseries
Yes that is what you gave me
Life is bigger that it used to be
Love is growing up
There’s another world to see out there
Love is growing up
Because of you I can believe
We give each other what we truly need
I have you and you have him but
He has her and really
That’s the way that it should be
Just like clovers in the field
Mixed with the weeds and flowers
We play the piece collectively
Found and lost so many dreams and
Some we still believe in
Others we let walk away
Roads will swallow and divide us
Just think of each other
Together moving separately
Alone is just a feeling
Love is growing up
Love is growing up
Love is growing up
Today I present to you song lyrics from one of my favourite movies “Honey and Clover” , Love is Glowing by James Wendt. I really like the home made MV like orzzz 
but nice song (Y)
These days I have pretty much been preoccupied with burning my skirt before and after my english speech, freaking out about my english speech, being cursed by Ms Repin, realising I am almost a half cast christian, knowing alot more techies than I should be, going out more than I should be this term, and failing my 3u maths course more than I ever thought I would. It calls for a maths nerding out session at the state library this holidays. Like seriously (H) I will nerd my heart out in the holidays studying maths and science. Also, I’m kind of thinking that I;ve lost my urge to blog realyl long blog posts these days;there just isn’t anything or subject that I would like to blog about currently that would excite me enough to do a blog post. And the guest blogging shit fell through as well oh gosh D:
I;m going to say hi to theresa and send choc chip cookies over to czechoslovakia and some vampire slaves 
when she and jessica finds their limitless money regeneration suit cases =)
I have no idea what else to blog about D: Does anyone remember ice skating in yr 8? it use to be the beast of all outings, the rad of everything and was totally omg instead of the city? Lets try it again. Was talking to theresa a bit about it after on tuesday after our (sort of fail/sort of success/extremely fun hill rolling with grass, water and socks) picnic about ice skating :O I feel like going again. I remember how it use to be so fun going around and trying push people over and learning how to actually skate without holding onto the railing for 3 hours then realising there is only 15 minutes left till your time in the rink was over and then try to actually skate only to realise you never needed the railing for that long in the first place and skated across the rink perfectly fine, albeit wobbly. I remember the stackups we use to have with randoms on a head on/feet on collision. Oh the memories Some one should organise like for next holidays or something D:
I just realised also how close our HSC course is. Like in one term, the yr 12’s will be graduating and we will be the BIG PEOPLE of the school. In one year we will be undergoing immense stress and screaming and crying and wailing to get through our HSC course. In about 1 year + 3 months we will be going through the actual test and being graded via the national standard of ATAR. Some of us will make it through to a perfect life, others have to struggle and the rest don’t try. It’s so sad thinking about how short a time we have till we like really graduate and the real reminsicing starts. I walk by the toilets everyday to see the yr 12 notice boards filled with “year book”, “profile”, “graduation” notices all over and think that we will be th eone doing that shit next year. I want join in on this stuff it seems so fun and fulfilling and time consumingly delicious. Gosh this early reminiscing has got to stop , I shoudl restart this in term 4 when every man is for himself (no like really, BUT I HOPE WE ARNT THAT RUTHLESS) dfor out grade is fairly academically based and compared to the other grades we actually dont join that many sporting competitions other than the guys doing bball and the odd person (namely shirley and claire) being all out sporty.
Also HAS ANYONE HEARD ABOUT THE NEWS LETTER TALKING ABOUT A YR 9 10 11 PROPOSAL SKI EXCURSION? OMG SEFTON MAKES FUCKING SENSE FOR ONCE. like fucking so much sense if it were a camp though it would be twice as awesome probably. im shitting my pants thinking about this.
on another note, by dog attacked me again and now my jumper looks like an explosion of brown patches everywhere like i slept on the streets protending to me the match girl; poor and tattered – not a pretty site. So I sort of abused my dog to and went inside andclosed the door wihtout saying goodnight and he looked so sad. but serves him right for being such a bitch to me
long enough post from me im feeling sleepyyy. Have to go city tomorrow. gg for tomorrow brahs 
