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ever considered your childhood, and what events have made you who you are?
Someone who used to and in a stupid way still means a lot to me, though he's a bit of an ass hole.
ha? any ideas who I'm taking about... sounds familiar?
ex boyfriend who broke my heart yeah lol.
Well when last summer I was asked that, I was slightly taken back, but now I consider it and think... Yeah a lot has happened.
When I was young I used to be a confident little outgoing type, my primary school knocked that out of me though, and my argumentative parents, drunken mother. But then I realise everyone has issues like that so at every opportunity try to ignore these unfortunate facts.
In secondary school I entered pretty confident of my looks and not knowing this guy who I thought was attractive, marched straight up to him and asked him out, clear cut no. wahh. Ha, what a self esteem remover. Never thought of doing that again, even though I was 11 and pretty stupid.
I've always wanted to be as thin as some of these super models. Vain and shallow I know. I did modeling when I was younger but it didn't interest me. It does however appeal more to me now. I want to lose weight, and since 2 weeks ago have actually been on a serious diet. I used to binge eat, now I skip lunch and have small breakfasts and meals. I plan to cut these out as I continue and get adapted to eating less.
As far as family tragedies go, I've come pretty close to one, could possibly even say I've experienced one. 2 years ago, on the 22nd of December (yeah 3 days before christmas!) I was eating lunch with one of my best friends, Klara, when a policeman knocked on my door.
He asked to be let in... and I feared the worst.
It turned out my mum had been involved in a serious car crash, my dad and I talked to the doctor in the waiting room of the intensive care unit at Dorchester hospital. I remember crying silently to myself on the car journey home, for what I saw and discovered was hellish.
The doctor said there was an 80% chance of my mother not living with all her injuries. She had a lacerated liver, damaged kidney, collapsed lung, broken collar bone, knee, rib cage, injured heart, broken nose and several other painful sounding problems. I went to see her, her face was unrecognizable, and her stomach bloated beyond imagining. She was covered in blood and bruises, and a deathly shade of yellow. Though they emphasized that she was not conscious, she just continuously screamed. I left pretty quick.
On Christmas day my mother was airlifted to Kings college hospital in London, and kept there for several weeks.
It meant missing school quite a bit, setting off on a 4 hour drive to London and staying nearby.
Miraculously my mother survived, against all odds, and was out of hospital in a couple of months. I'll always remember that as a hellish phase however.
It sounds sad but media also influenced me to try hard in school. At the beginning of year 10 I watched a rather geeky program about space tourism, and the whole idea of being a 'nerd' appealed to me, so I continued with this and tried hard in school, and was wowed at the results! (7 A*s in my science modules, 2 As)
I need to get myself revising again though, my social life has been taking over, and now its my diet scheme which is becoming an obsession. I am determined however to get good GCSEs. I'm getting a math tutor soon.
Art exam next week, title WRAPS. any ideas?
and the next week I have my Spanish oral exam. oh dear... I'm extremely nervous about both, especially the Spanish oral.
please send some feedback. xxx
ha? any ideas who I'm taking about... sounds familiar?
ex boyfriend who broke my heart yeah lol.
Well when last summer I was asked that, I was slightly taken back, but now I consider it and think... Yeah a lot has happened.
When I was young I used to be a confident little outgoing type, my primary school knocked that out of me though, and my argumentative parents, drunken mother. But then I realise everyone has issues like that so at every opportunity try to ignore these unfortunate facts.
In secondary school I entered pretty confident of my looks and not knowing this guy who I thought was attractive, marched straight up to him and asked him out, clear cut no. wahh. Ha, what a self esteem remover. Never thought of doing that again, even though I was 11 and pretty stupid.
I've always wanted to be as thin as some of these super models. Vain and shallow I know. I did modeling when I was younger but it didn't interest me. It does however appeal more to me now. I want to lose weight, and since 2 weeks ago have actually been on a serious diet. I used to binge eat, now I skip lunch and have small breakfasts and meals. I plan to cut these out as I continue and get adapted to eating less.
As far as family tragedies go, I've come pretty close to one, could possibly even say I've experienced one. 2 years ago, on the 22nd of December (yeah 3 days before christmas!) I was eating lunch with one of my best friends, Klara, when a policeman knocked on my door.
He asked to be let in... and I feared the worst.
It turned out my mum had been involved in a serious car crash, my dad and I talked to the doctor in the waiting room of the intensive care unit at Dorchester hospital. I remember crying silently to myself on the car journey home, for what I saw and discovered was hellish.
The doctor said there was an 80% chance of my mother not living with all her injuries. She had a lacerated liver, damaged kidney, collapsed lung, broken collar bone, knee, rib cage, injured heart, broken nose and several other painful sounding problems. I went to see her, her face was unrecognizable, and her stomach bloated beyond imagining. She was covered in blood and bruises, and a deathly shade of yellow. Though they emphasized that she was not conscious, she just continuously screamed. I left pretty quick.
On Christmas day my mother was airlifted to Kings college hospital in London, and kept there for several weeks.
It meant missing school quite a bit, setting off on a 4 hour drive to London and staying nearby.
Miraculously my mother survived, against all odds, and was out of hospital in a couple of months. I'll always remember that as a hellish phase however.
It sounds sad but media also influenced me to try hard in school. At the beginning of year 10 I watched a rather geeky program about space tourism, and the whole idea of being a 'nerd' appealed to me, so I continued with this and tried hard in school, and was wowed at the results! (7 A*s in my science modules, 2 As)
I need to get myself revising again though, my social life has been taking over, and now its my diet scheme which is becoming an obsession. I am determined however to get good GCSEs. I'm getting a math tutor soon.
Art exam next week, title WRAPS. any ideas?
and the next week I have my Spanish oral exam. oh dear... I'm extremely nervous about both, especially the Spanish oral.
please send some feedback. xxx
