Our other face, the borrowed robes.

As humans, it's only natural to want to be better then what you are, and it'd only natural to pretend or hide, but is there a point until something can't be hidden anymore?

I was waiting for my mother to come pick me up from an activity i was at and i had a little chat with a friend who made me realize how different i am with people and when I'm with certain other people. It's kind of funny because at some point, i almost believed i was what i was pretending to be, although i knew it was just an act.

But then we should explore why people act the way they do. I believe people do because it's been drilled into them from a young age and so, although they're a completely different person to what they present themselves to be, they still act the way they're expected to. My reason is a little odd i must admit but really, haven't you ever noticed that you act a way like it was 2nd nature simply because it had been drilled into you by your parents or something? And also, when we pretend too long we actually turn into that person but knowing we're still the other.

Maybe i'm just tired so it doesn't make sense... either way, just a thought

Private schools

I read somewhere that blogs these days are boring and full of people complaining, intstead of being interesting and full of information... so i decided to so this...

I woke up this morning with the sound of my mother screaming ARGH!!! IT'S 6:30 TAYLOR! GET THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR BED!!! of course being a teen, i just stayed in my comfy yet hard bed and snuggled back into my sheets. But my mum kept yelling, so with half my brain still turned of and the rest of my body numb, i got up and screamed back THANKS FOR RUINING MY SLEEP MA! And that is how i woke up...

See, teenage angst, that wasn't so bad was it? Everyday people read stuff like that in books. = D Anywhom, the discussion today is.... Private schools (sorry, first thing i thought off).

Anyways, i'm being shipped off to some fancy private school for my senior years next year. How ironic, from one of the worst places where a child could get and education to one of the best. Anywhom, being as good as maths as i am (not good at all) i worked out on my way to school that 1 day in that schools costs more then what my mum earns in a day. Mind you, i don't have some super millionaire to call a daddy, he left me some time ago! So then i thought to my self, my mum's desperate to have me go to some stuck up school for a better education, but are they really worth it? Well...
Pros:
- hell lot more facilities
- more oppertuniies
- they have after school open times for studying so more resources

Cons:
- expensive
- IT'S A GOD DAMNED PERSON WAGE YOUR PAYING!
- and they hide your kids from the real world

That's all the reason i can think off so i can't decide, ah well, i gtg so back to this topic later.

Indeed it has been a long time my friends... if anyone actually reads my blog, nevertheless, i have a thought and i shall be faithful to thee by telling,

I've been sick for nearly, well pretty much a week minus a day, my mother has finally decided to take me to the doctor, we talked about... well they talked and I wrote about how i had a sore throat so i couldn't talk, my bloodshot eyes and everything else that was wrong with me... supposedly. Anywhom...
The doctor asked me about my insomnia, then we talked about my loss of appetite which lead to the discussion of depression... let me make that word clear for you... DEPRESSION!!! ... dun dun DUN! I find it rather amusing how he jumped right to the conclusion when he hadn't thought about... my formal is in 2 mths... maybe i want to buy a dress that's size 4 rather then a dress in a size 8? and how i have trouble sleeping since i was a little girl. Thank gosh he's not my actual doctor, would have been a rather sorry sight indeed.

My dad called me today, to bring up to speed, he texted me about half a year ago telling me he was off to live in china with his girlfriend... And ironically on fathers day, he rings up and tells me he's just moved back into Sydney... MAKE UP YOUR BLOODY MIND MATE! not that i really care, he can stuff himself, i don't need a man! or a woman! mother or father, i don't need anyone really for that matter! haha,

Anywhom, i'll stop ranting, thanks for reading = )

Regards,