"Indie" -.-

Okay so, I havent "blogged" in ages. I dont need to. I have had 50 views so far, and Zero comments. Oh well, this is for my enjoyment and whoever else reads this.

I HATE "INDIE". Okay, not entirely. I hate people who think they're "indie" by wearing patterned pants or an ugly top. INCORRECT. Indie is an abbreviated version of the word "individual" there for, it is not the leopard print leggings that everyone has. I'm not dissing the leggings as I have some myself and previously wore them all the time. I believe that they can be worn with style & sophistication with a little effort. Girls saying I'm Indie! YOU ARE WRONG. WRONG. WWRROONNGG.

please shut up and find a hobbie, you are not indie.

in·die

adjective /ˈindē/ (of a record label or film company) Not belonging to or affiliated with a major record or film company Characteristic of the deliberately unpolished or uncommercial style of such groups

So basically it means your not part of the mainstream of people. Or you choose to be an individual dresser/music listener/tv watcher/ cake eater. If you want carrot cake and your friends want chocolate, you eat that carrot cake.

There also, is nothing wrong with being part of the mainstream. It is completely up to you how you want to be seen. You might be part of the mainstream one season, then indie, then punk, then whatever other styles there are available and of interest to you. I'm just saying, dont be a sheep. Don't follow the disrespectful adolescents of this generation if you don't want to. People will remember you for how you dress. Make it a good impression.

What I have said mainly refers to girls but boys you too! The indescribable shirt that some boys say are "indie" your brains are malfunctioning. Google that word if you are incapable of understanding my terminology. A gross shirt with a color that you chose purely because nobody else has it, not because you like it. Go. Shut. Up. It. Is. G. R. O. S. S.

#rant #over .

Self Image #1

So today, i cried. Only a little. But i am sick. Sick of my body image.

During summer, autumn, winter and spring, I am constantly trying to look "hot" and impress the boys, while looking better than other girls. I am not a snob, I am being honest, that is what every single girl wants to be. The best.

Today i made a big decision, to be the girl who wears things that compliment her, but don't flaunt her body parts. I have always hated the year 9 girls that walk outside in something that i would now class as underwear.. pretty much. I feel sorry for those girls because those perfect little bodies that all the boys in there year and up find attractive, arent going to last forever. I am constantly trying to look as good as them but only now do i realise that i will never be those girls. I am a completely different person to them, and I will be and am proud of the way I have lived and been brought up.

Back to why I cried. My image before now has always been "Wear something that shows off your bum, or that makes your boobs look good" and I keep thinking to myself WHY THE HELL do i want to be fully clothed and show off my nakedness at the same time? i have never been skanky or O.T.T but I have worn shorts that show my bum or a singlet that is maybe cut a bit low. But now I am sick of it, I will not be seen like that anymore, if someone wants to see those parts, they can get to know me & see what happens from there. I cried because I hate my flaws, as anyone else would, but physically, there is not one part of my body that I love. I am o.k. with a few parts but there are minor details about those parts that I despise! I have a lot of freckles/moles, my ears stick out just a bit more than they should, I have slightly crooked teeth, and if I didnt have those things I would be so much more confident. But our flaws make us who we are so I have decided to flaunt my flaws, rather than my assets.

The whole reason I am writing this blog is because I know I won't be the only person thinking these things. I know I wont be the only person being jealous of all the attention that the younger girls get and get myself quite depressed over stupid situations with boys, girls, clothes, makeup and whatever else is involved in my life, that is probably involved in your life too, whoever you are...

My life story & future blogs to come xox

Okay so, my life isn't any different to the average Australian teenagers, I dont think. For example I'm on my school holidays, there's only a few days left and I haven't touched my homework and I have wasted the entire three weeks watching movies, eating pure crap and acting like tomorrow is going to be productive. It never is. Procrastination has gotten me where I am today so I figured why not blog about this fantastic lazy life I have at the age of 16. One day when I'm old and live in my own place, maybe have a boyfriend, a job, and hopefully a husky named spike(Always wanted one of them) I can look back and read these posts and see how different I was.

The entire ear of 2011 I kept a diary, and in January this year (2012) I loved reading it and giggling to myself about the boys I was crushing on and how silly little things with them caused me to end the relationships I was lucky enough to have with then. But then it came to me to think; yeah, some day not only will I find this interesting to read. But maybe someone out there would have had similar situations and experiences that they can relate to. So I'm going to recap my 2011 diary entrees, and make new ones for this year. Sorry if I bore you but someone else might like it.

So a bit of background knowledge about me, in sixteen, England, I lived in a small village through my childhood, until I was eleven. We had always been a family to travel at least once a year, and we had talked about moving to grease but I refused purely because I wouldn't know the language. But mum and dad only had eyes for my future, so New Zealand was our idea. The qualifications needed to move to new Zealand were of a really high standard, so we finalised on Australia. About half way through my 6th year at primary school we had finished the whole process an we're ready to leave the country. We threw a big party at the end of my school year and said our goodbyes and we moved to Australia. I didn't attend school for quite some time because we were staying with family and we didnt have a permanent place to live, so school wasn't a fixed option as my parents didn't want me to be the girl that moves schools all the time.

We moved south after a huge family squabble & kafuffle and I began school. I did year 6 over again because of my age and two terms later I moved to my private school which I am still attending now. It's not your typical private school really, it's quite relaxed and I love my school to be honest, lots of the other schools see it as the "nerdy" school and the popular girls act as if they hate it, but I know deep down they are thankful they go here.

I have a brother and a sister, both are half relatives but I count them as full. I don't see them too often as they live back in the UK because they are nearly 10 years older than me and have there own lives to think about. My parents are quite a bit older than most of my friends parents, my mums 53 and dad is 50, cougar I know.

 I love the colours red and pink, but I adore pastel colours or any colour that isn't your typical colour that everyone loves and I will blog about why another day. I adore pop bands and secretly white like Justin bieber and one direction, which I keep to myself because of the whole commotion it comes with. I will save that for another blog too. So there's not really much too me physically. I work out, sometimes.. And I have brown hair, fair skin, and I am "petite" in other words, I'm quite small. Im not the skinniest but I know I'm not "fat" I'm probably a size 8 or 10 and I'm moderately happy with my weight, but who's 100% happy these days anyway?