ღ Maltese/Aussie & a French last name.
ღ Keep it simple, or complicated. No halfway.
ღ Clay work, and sketching and painting ~
ღ Interior Designing- part of my creative flair
ღ Photography, I love the earth ♥
ღ Camping: In a tent. Screw wet weather.
ღ Cooking- I heart cinnamon & vanilla
ღ Chinese food or KFC ? Seafood-retchable
ღ Travel the world; laugh all you like. [If you have to dream, might aswell dream big]
stories.
i'm Cat by the way
I love writing stories, and reading as many books as possible.
I hang with lots of Asian friends at an all girl school. Fun being the only person with light brown hair and weird hazel eyes.
I am average height, but, being around my friends, I'm tall. Hopefully they'll grow.
I've had a life long dream to learn karate that I'll probably never do, and I have a over topped desire to one day,
when I'm old and have crooked fingers and frown lines, to see a book with my name on it,
to be lying in a dusty corner bookshop. I love reading, and can only hope my writing is half as good as the beautifully inspiring books I've read.
Don't stalk my archives.
I have so much drama to watch :/ and anime :/ and you tube vids :/
Then I have to re-download all my ipod songs so I can delete all my sisters stuff that she added to the library and I can make a library on my own computer. And put Asian songs on it.
So basically I have to figure out how to download 200 songs without my dad noticing. Hmmmmm.
Pushing that aside, I have a music speech to give tomorrow, an persuasive writing task due sometime soon, a History empathy task to write, my stupid annoying building up maths homework, and not to mention with all the fits and giggles we've had at school in this lucky week (excluding the fact my R.E teacher said luck isn't in the Bible, just God's plans) I know something bad is bound to happen.
There is a disaster waiting like a bomb and it's going to go off soon. I'm just sure some bad luck of some sort is going to occur.
I might as well die and have another life.
CHE.
Also I think one of my friends is extraordinarily pissed off with me. Not that I did anything wrong.
Anyway. I've noticed at school how different people in the group fight for attention (maybe subconsciously) and how some don't. And the different methods in which they do it, and so why exactly they need/want attention. Sometimes they get attention by achieving annoyance, fear, genuine laughter, anger, friendliness......
Whoah. Crap.
I think I have been psycho-analyzing my group.
I'm going to go find a hole and lay down.
Man I sound half crazy in this post! Not to mention that this is one of my rare more journal-like posts.
Yea, you understand why its rare now.
Bleeerpp!
xD
I promise to try and get my mobile phone file program working on this comp so that I can post some new pictures! Of those cakes! Check up here around this upcoming Saturday/Sunday darlings. I'll be coherent then. And there will be nice pretty graphics. YUM :)
