I've been 19 years old for 9 days now and I feel like I've got my shit together. My life is going well you could say. I have a job, two jobs actually, and I've been working real hard just lately because I owe my mum and my sister money. That's minus two points on the Shit Together scale I guess.
My future for the next three years is kinda sorted. I've got my place at university and my accommodation is booked for September. That means I'm moving out in pretty much 6 months which is exciting. I'll be working full time again over summer so I can save up. Is is bad that money is a focal point or is that just society?
I like to think I've struck the right balance between conforming and being an individual. I really know who I am and yet I'm not so out there that I become a pain. I don't see a problem with fitting in and being generally liked. I feel like some people class fitting in with the rest of the world as being a bad thing, I think these people have a lot to learn about themselves and the rest of the world.
This is not to say that I know everything about the world. I have been told by numerous people that I have an answer to everything and that sometimes I should learn to just back down and admit defeat. Both of these statements are true but recognising that is a step in the right direction. I will always admit if I think I'm wrong. The problem is that what I think isn't always right I guess.
The things I am most grateful in life include my independence (politically, emotionally, physically, whatever way you want to look at it independence is invaluable.) My family who will love me no matter what and my friends who put up with so much shit from me and yet would probably stand by me if I accidently started a war. Something have come to realise recently is that I am so loved. That's a really nice feeling, I urge everyone to look around and realise that too.
Tuesday, 31 March 2015
Sunday, 1 March 2015
Pretty, Pink and Wipe-clean
Picture the scene: A young girl (woman?) wanders the cold streets of Lincoln whilst her mother is having her hair cut. Taking shelter in River Island her eyes lock on a skirt hanging just out of her reach. She lunges towards it and caresses it softly with her cold hands. "No," she says firmly to herself, and turning to continue perusing the other items in the shop. This was supposed to be a fun exercise in window shopping, she musn't let herself be drawn in to anything serious.
But alas, as she leaves the shop she is stopped in her tracks once more by the skirt. The skirt, is the word, "skirt" enough to describe such a garment? It is leather, yes, it is a leather mini skirt. It is a leather mini skirt and it is pink. Baby pink.
"Take me to the fitting rooms" the skirt whispers, as she presses the fabric to her face, a tear trickling down her cheek and rolling off the leather of the skirt (water proof bonus, nobody likes a wet ass). Powerless to it's command she dutifully obliges and within minutes they are one, Girl and skirt. Complete. In love.
Totes gonna be back next week to buy that #payday
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