Call me a heartless bitch why don't you. They all do it. If anything it's motivation. Motivation to get out. To prove everyone who has ever doubted me wrong. To achieve my dreams. But it's motivation never the less.
So it's come to the point in our lives when we have to choose a place to take A levels. Most of my friends are going to grammar school or a private school. I do want to go to one. I do. It's been a dream since I was about 9, but I didn't apply to any.
I did this for several reasons. I didn't like the atmosphere or the uniform. I wouldn't fit in. I wouldn't have the self confidence that I want. And there would be no self motivation to do well. None at all. So that's why I'm going to the college where the majority of the pupils go. To have the motivation. To be with a group made up of a fair few of the most amazing people I know. But to have the self motivation and determination and work ethic to get me into an excellent uni and to get through med school. Because it's my dream and I am not going to give up on it no matter how much people will put you down.
I'm not changing for anyone. So if I cold bitch is what I'm like to you, well deal with it. If you wonder why I find it hard to be in the same room as you when your like that, then maybe you should look at your actions and stop taking it out on me. If my views conflict with yours, well stop and think and let me have an opinion. Stop lying and being rude. Stop taking it out on me. Because one day I'm going to be a doctor and prove you three wrong!!
Tuesday 28 January 2014
Saturday 18 January 2014
Request
So this one is more of a request. I'm sorry if it's not what you expected or you don't like it, but I'm not going to lie on something that plays a part in my life. So, hope you understand or enjoy!
Take the colour orange. Dim it down to a darker, less vibrant shade. Then take the light shading of 'cryola' light brown pencil then mix the two together. A light, dark number Brown sorta colour. To me orange is always gonna have anger to its name. And it's not hard to see that there us anger in you. But you cover it up with layers upon layers of ochre yellow and a burgundyish red. Ochre means that when you are troubled, you bury it and try to solve what others are going through. Although this is not a bad thing, one can't but help think that maybe onlooker faced what was troubling them as opposed to burying it, then maybe there would be no need to hide who you are. The burgundy in this instance, because it is not actually burgundy but I can't find the words, means good intention but reserved. A bit like the number 7. But I think that you struggle to let this colour shine through.
I may be completely wrong, but there is orange in your voice. I don't think you know that it is their. The first time I ever properly took notice of your voice the orange was scary. I think that there is something going on and your not taking notice of it.
I wish the burgundyish colour in your voice was given more of a chance as it could be something that properly reflects you, but it's mixed in with so many more clues that it is nit given the chance. This is not something that anyone can really help with as you have to let the colours shine through in their own time and way. But you can help.
There are some nice colours there, but they're just masked with a lot of other things and it takes some searching to find it. You'd need to deconstruct the colours there to get the right one. And when I did that. I saw it and it fitted. But there is a lot going on there.
Take the colour orange. Dim it down to a darker, less vibrant shade. Then take the light shading of 'cryola' light brown pencil then mix the two together. A light, dark number Brown sorta colour. To me orange is always gonna have anger to its name. And it's not hard to see that there us anger in you. But you cover it up with layers upon layers of ochre yellow and a burgundyish red. Ochre means that when you are troubled, you bury it and try to solve what others are going through. Although this is not a bad thing, one can't but help think that maybe onlooker faced what was troubling them as opposed to burying it, then maybe there would be no need to hide who you are. The burgundy in this instance, because it is not actually burgundy but I can't find the words, means good intention but reserved. A bit like the number 7. But I think that you struggle to let this colour shine through.
I may be completely wrong, but there is orange in your voice. I don't think you know that it is their. The first time I ever properly took notice of your voice the orange was scary. I think that there is something going on and your not taking notice of it.
I wish the burgundyish colour in your voice was given more of a chance as it could be something that properly reflects you, but it's mixed in with so many more clues that it is nit given the chance. This is not something that anyone can really help with as you have to let the colours shine through in their own time and way. But you can help.
There are some nice colours there, but they're just masked with a lot of other things and it takes some searching to find it. You'd need to deconstruct the colours there to get the right one. And when I did that. I saw it and it fitted. But there is a lot going on there.
Monday 6 January 2014
Starlight!
There is something about looking up at the night sky and seeing all the stars smiling (or frowning) back down at you! It is beautiful but at the same time makes you feel completely and utterly worthless! The way that they make the sky seem a deep, deep, rich velvety navy-royal blue! They just bring out the colour of the sky!
Then the night air tastes and smells so different to the normal air in the day! It tastes and smells crisper and fresher and cleaner! Then with the stars it tastes like a cascade of raining diamonds in a grey light! Flickers of light just falling down and shimmering and shining in every direction!
And if you sit in the middle of a field with a fire gently crackling in burgundy flecks and the grass damp beneath your blanket and a cup of tea by the fire and lie down and just look at the sky, you can hear the most beautiful music. Its so quite and the colours and shapes of all the little noises create an orchestra in your vision...
The burgundy flecks of the fire is the harp playing so softly. The gentile hum of all the insects are the violins and violas in an orange buzz. The occasional pass of a car goes by in a fizz of haribo and is the drum. The owl is the piano in a shower of blues and purples and greens. The rustle of the leaves is the collection of clarinets, oboes and bassoons in a wisp of yellows and mellow greens and blues. The taste of the air creates the flutes. And the quiet sound of your breathing creates the royal red of the cello. Finally the stars create the deep, deep, rich, velvety navy-royal blue of the Bass...
BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sounds mad, but that's just me!
Then the night air tastes and smells so different to the normal air in the day! It tastes and smells crisper and fresher and cleaner! Then with the stars it tastes like a cascade of raining diamonds in a grey light! Flickers of light just falling down and shimmering and shining in every direction!
And if you sit in the middle of a field with a fire gently crackling in burgundy flecks and the grass damp beneath your blanket and a cup of tea by the fire and lie down and just look at the sky, you can hear the most beautiful music. Its so quite and the colours and shapes of all the little noises create an orchestra in your vision...
The burgundy flecks of the fire is the harp playing so softly. The gentile hum of all the insects are the violins and violas in an orange buzz. The occasional pass of a car goes by in a fizz of haribo and is the drum. The owl is the piano in a shower of blues and purples and greens. The rustle of the leaves is the collection of clarinets, oboes and bassoons in a wisp of yellows and mellow greens and blues. The taste of the air creates the flutes. And the quiet sound of your breathing creates the royal red of the cello. Finally the stars create the deep, deep, rich, velvety navy-royal blue of the Bass...
BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sounds mad, but that's just me!
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