its simple..

beggers can't be choosers

but then what if theres nothing to choose from?

i can hear the footsteps of my king
i can hear his haertbeat beckoning
in my darkness he has set me free
now i hear his spirit calling me
hes calling
wake up child
its your time to shine
you were born for such a time as this.

at arms reach.

these past couple of days have been some of the best of my life.

it all started on thursday when i went to the dentist. despite the intense pain i get in my jaw i flippen love the dentist. the right side of my face, right up to my ear was completely numb. it was hilarious. the bus driver thought i was mental cos i kept prodding my face and cracking up laughing. i think i was dribbling the whole way skating to the rocket girls hangout. rainbow cupcakes and playing fairies is a great way to spend an afternoon. and then hanging out with boost girls before elevate is always a thrill. black ops didnt win a single thing at tribal wars but its was mean nevertheless.
friday was great. i spent the day at the offices just loving life. then the bonfire was seriously tops, from catching roosters to spending at least an hour tryna catch a sheep. after everyone left we re-stoked the fire and slept right beside it. if i could, i would do that every night.
and saturday, where do i start? we got up, returned the sheep to its paddock, went for a bike ride, hungout with fifty piglets, played in a hay stack for ages, played hide and seek in the long grass, karly gave cass and i driving lessons, then we spent 3 hours in a de-flating blow up 2 person canoe getting lost in a cow pat infested stream. ohhh joy. and it wouldnt be a day well spent in the country without hitching a ride on the back of someones ute afterward. in the evening i went to one of jems shows. it was lol. and then i got to go on one of those wheelie circus things. twas greeeat. ive always wanted to join a circus.

aaaaaand to top things off, i now have flights to cambodia.

oh hello tuesday. i feel like you are the start of something big.

lolololololol.

i really enjoy being 15. i always have a fat lol at how teenager-ish slash silly life can get. its pretty much one big fat joke. one day im loving life, the next day im hating it cos i think i have no friends, then the next im loving it again. its pretty great. i dont want to turn 16. 15 is where its at.

every morning that i wake up in my cosy bedroom to the sun beaming through my window,
she wakes up in her cage and is forced to face the tragic reality that is her life.

stretch and shrink.

sometimes its just nice to have sometime to talk to about how your day went. i'm gonna be honest, some more friends right now would be tops.


on a brighter note, alex and i owned up at our clowning assessment on thursday. stretch and shrink for the win.

its weird to think that after 11 more days of school i will only have one more year until i go to uni.
its also weird to think that ill be starting uni when im 16, if all goes to plan.

we underestimate just how difficult society makes it for everyone to assert their individuality. seriously, i don't know about you but i'm sick of having to conform to everyone else's ways. i think for a lot of people its just become second nature. we do it even with the smallest of things. think about it, but don't think too hard cause thats what i did. god made us all different for a reason. into every life he injected different parts of himself. i hate that society can define whose cool and whose not. the coolest thing a person can do is stand out and be themselves.

"if i'm tryna be everyone else, whose tryna be me?"

i first read that quote and was like pfff i'm allgood, like i'm fully not trying to be anyone else. but if you think right down to the roots, the very core of who we are and why we do what we do a lot of it is actually for people.

i'm on a mission to find out what living out a life that doesn't care what anyone thinks actually means.

celebrety crush.

weeelll i wouldn't call it a crush, but ive spent this whole afternoon watching videos of willow smith. seriously that girl has got swag. if i was black i would wear clothes like her.
and as annoying as it is, im a secret sucker for her music. classsic whip my hair.
i want my kids to grow up and be as cool as her.

lolololololololololol

if william wilberforce can see the end of the slave trade, why cant i see to the end of sex trafficking?

cambodia: see you in may.