I’ve been crazily busy with my first set of exams and assessments and blogging completely slipped my mind! I’ve realised how much I really need to try and put as much effort in as I can at school. I’ve been on the GIfted & Talented from a young age but my grades are just starting to slip and my memory seems to be as well, which is scary.
I don’t really have a set subject of this blog today, I just wanted to write something, anything to get me to post again. Summer was incredibly fun and full of festivals, beach parties, pool parties and lovely surprises. We were definitely trying to make the best of a completely average weather british summer.
I’m going to take a break to get ready for my mums fortieth birthday celebrations then I can get back to real blogging! I apologize for this terrible post but I think we are up to date now. X
I’m sorry for promoting myself here and it won’t happen again, but if you want a look at some of my personal stuff feel free to follow my Instagram! It sort of makes me seem like a very different person to the way I am on my blog. Check it out! X
Username is daisy_miller_ x (I changed it since this screen shot)
For my first week of year 10, in English, we were given an object and then had to create a story/poem about it. The focus was creative writing and varying sentences. I was given a tiny white feather… We were only allowed to write 1 page of A4.
So here’s my story, please let me know what you think before I hand it in tomorrow!
I’ll never forget the things I’ve seen. Years ago, I was cooped up, suffocating, with a thousand other insignificant feathers. We’d feel ourselfs speeding through the sky night after night, but we were trapped.
Not long ago, on a scorching day in July, my ‘master’ was cleaning himself. Anxiously, we all remained silent, wondering who would be the next to be torn away and left alone.
It was me.
At first I was lonely, hopelessly staring out at a dull, grey sky, until I felt a strange lifting sensation. Freely, I drifted over towns and cities, beaches and oceans, taking in every detail of our intriguing world. The views were astonishing. I saw glimmering lights of busy, lit up cities; hundreds of children playing, excited over nothing; brilliant and beautiful animals; glowing sunsets and shimmering stars.
And then I landed.
Paralysed, I lay here, outside a school packed full of children, praying for this nightmare to end. I’m stuck here; I can never leave this place. All I have left are my memories.
Please let me know how I could improve as I find this type of writing difficult, but I hope you enjoyed it x
A favourite song at the moment. Unfortunately I couldn’t find a music video but the lyrics relate to the pressure so many teenagers feel today to act a certain way, including myself. I’m a huge fan of Marina & The Diamonds.
Some other songs I love by Marina are How To Be A Heartbreaker, Primadonna, Bubblegum B*tch, Hollywood, I Am Not A Robot and Obsessions! I love the unique sound to her voice. Check the songs out sometime and I hope you enjoy this one!
I’ve never spoke to anybody about this before so I thought I’d share it with my blog.
I’ve never had a job or lifestyle that I desperately wanted… Apart from this. I mean, doing something you love and live for for a living can’t be a bad idea right?
As a lot of mothers do, my mum decided for me that I was going to be attending ballet school from a very young age: about 2 and a half! And instantly I fell in love.
I’ve stuck at it and worked harder and harder every lesson to get everything right. But then suddenly, after endless torn ballet shoes and laddered tights, I gave up. I called my teacher and told her I was leaving, with no explanation. I signed up to a small street dance school, run by a very young man, which I soon regretted. I wasted hundreds of pounds travelling and it was so unprofessional.
So I went back.
And they were happy to have me! I didn’t realise how much I had missed it and now I love it more than ever.
The royal ballet school would be an amazing opportunity for me, although I don’t see it as likely. But making a career out of ballet is definitely the dream.
After an eventful night, mother took me out to the most amazing little cake shop. It’s called the Baking Bird; visit it if you’re ever in Truro!
It’s set in a bleak white building but inside it is really beautiful. Upstairs is a loft conversion complete with sweeping pink curtains and chandeliers… And the cakes are delicious! I opted for a strawberry cupcake while mum went for banoffee one…
Lana Del Rey is a goddess. Her voice and lyrics together create the most blissful and calming music, yet the words really mean something. A favourite song of mine is ‘Lucky Ones’…
Born Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, she suffered from alcohol dependence from a young age. This is an issue quite close to home for me. She stated:
I was a big drinker at the time. I would drink every day. I would drink alone. I thought the whole concept was so fucking cool. A great deal of what I wrote on Born To Die is about these wilderness years. When I write about the thing that I’ve lost I feel like I’m writing about alcohol because that was the first love of my life. My parents were worried, I was worried. I knew it was a problem when I liked it more than I liked doing anything else. I was like, ‘I’m fucked. I am totally fucked’. Like, at first it’s fine and you think you have a dark side – it’s exciting – and then you realise the dark side wins every time if you decide to indulge in it. It’s also a completely different way of living when you know that…a different species of person. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me.
She seems so strong. Obviously I do not know her myself but the music she creates is so powerful, you just need to listen carefully.