this time not in russian...
ok.
i have decided to get a journal.
a REAL journal. i allways used to have one, as bernie knows from me dramatically re-counting to her the teenage 'i like this boy, but but but, he'll think im fat and run away!' and the like.
but this time i want a hard back one with entirely blank pages OR like one of my art pads but in a5. i get bored of just this writing malarky and i like to draw my joural. hehe
i think this has all been inspired by the watching and watching and watching of cruel intentions. he takes so much pleasure in his diary...i want a secret place to slag u all off!...ahem... i mean, write about my gorgeously fabulous life!
i have allways been inspired to do things by films. take The Secret Garden pour example. the 1st time i watch that i must have been about 7, and then i had to have my own secret garden. but they were never very secret. take my 1st secret garden. my neighbour gave it to me, it was a plate garded. really si spose, a plate full of dirt. and i fucking loved it. u can see me now cant you, as some poor neglected child in a torn and dirty dress with one sock up and one down hair in wonky pigtails and a dirty little face oooooohing and aaaaaahing over a plate of dirt. but i fucking loved it. i stuck daisies in it. she helped. but yes, a not very secret plate of dirt garden. and my 2nd secret garden was when my dad got embarressed about me having someone elses plate full of dirt and gave me MY OWN PATCH OF LAND! just like in the film, except hers was real pig and mine a metre wide. hers had a wall and a secret door with a lock, and mine was down the side path under the toilet window. and i loved that too. i grew things for a few days, then i forgot and they are still growing away without me! i put my hedge hog in there too. but again, not very secret.
so yes, i am getting a real live diary, not bits of bog roll tied together by string....
hehhe.
peace out.
Soph.
xXx
i have decided to get a journal.
a REAL journal. i allways used to have one, as bernie knows from me dramatically re-counting to her the teenage 'i like this boy, but but but, he'll think im fat and run away!' and the like.
but this time i want a hard back one with entirely blank pages OR like one of my art pads but in a5. i get bored of just this writing malarky and i like to draw my joural. hehe
i think this has all been inspired by the watching and watching and watching of cruel intentions. he takes so much pleasure in his diary...i want a secret place to slag u all off!...ahem... i mean, write about my gorgeously fabulous life!
i have allways been inspired to do things by films. take The Secret Garden pour example. the 1st time i watch that i must have been about 7, and then i had to have my own secret garden. but they were never very secret. take my 1st secret garden. my neighbour gave it to me, it was a plate garded. really si spose, a plate full of dirt. and i fucking loved it. u can see me now cant you, as some poor neglected child in a torn and dirty dress with one sock up and one down hair in wonky pigtails and a dirty little face oooooohing and aaaaaahing over a plate of dirt. but i fucking loved it. i stuck daisies in it. she helped. but yes, a not very secret plate of dirt garden. and my 2nd secret garden was when my dad got embarressed about me having someone elses plate full of dirt and gave me MY OWN PATCH OF LAND! just like in the film, except hers was real pig and mine a metre wide. hers had a wall and a secret door with a lock, and mine was down the side path under the toilet window. and i loved that too. i grew things for a few days, then i forgot and they are still growing away without me! i put my hedge hog in there too. but again, not very secret.
so yes, i am getting a real live diary, not bits of bog roll tied together by string....
hehhe.
peace out.
Soph.
xXx