seems as though I haven't updated in a long time, not that anyone really noticed, right? So here's the general view of things...
-School's done in 3 weeks. Hallelujah!
-I'm no longer a redhead.
-It's been two months since France...seems like 2 years.
-I'm 17. Cool.
-I am swimming in good books to read.
-I'm kinda hungry. Think I'll go change that

Well...not much to say of interest. So I'll say the basics ( Read more... )

I miss him so much. I want to go live in his French teepee with him, he says it would be so good. I whole-heartedly agree.

France was amazing. My host family means so much to me now...I miss them so much, when I think about them I start to cry. Clémence is totally like my sister, and Sam, well, I completely fell for him, and he for me. I miss speaking French all the time, and now whenever I go anywhere to order something I automatically say "je voudrais ( Read more... )

I am currently residing in Avignon, Provence, France!!!!! All the boys are skinny and very goodlooking, in fact, I've kissed so many in meeting that I've lost count! Everyone says ciao when they say goodbye. With my family, I only speak French lol. It's fantastic. The weather is like June in Victoria. My billet is soooo awesome! But the French ( Read more... )

1. Open your music library ( Read more... )

I had the loveliest weekend. On Friday, my mummy bought me a great bomber jacket for France from The Patch, then I had the house to myself for the evening and I watched Requiem for a Dream. On Saturday, I walked to my lovely's house and spent the day getting ready for a 12 year old's party. This morning (Sunday) Svea took me to Starbucks in the ( Read more... )

I absolutely love the song "Ave Maria" by Regina Spektor. I have this weird liking for the Virgin Mary...this song doesn't directly have anything to do with her, but I love it! Listen!

THAT'S IT. I am not taking any more shit, I've had enough. You can all kiss my Irish ass, I don't want anything to do with you ( Read more... )

I can't do it. I simply cannot. My heart needs a lot more healing. I feel like the Grinch; it's three sizes too small. I can't expect myself to give love to someone when there's barely enough room in there anyways. Svea is my medication, my anti-biotics. I've stitched up the holes and sutchered the wound; I've stopped going to sleep at night ( Read more... )