Back to School.

Going back to school after what feels like endless days of waking up when you want to and not when your alarm tells you and doing nothing just because you can, feels very difficult. It seems as though as soon as I walk through the school gates, endless amounts of homework are given out and exams are being thrown at you left, right and centre.
As it says in the songs, Christmas is 'the most wonderful time of the year' but January seems to be the least joyous of months. The weather is still miserable, the excitment of new presents is starting to wear off and new years resoulutions are failing already. The only thing to look forward to are the January sales and they aren't particularly any fun.
The one good thing about the end of Christmas is the nearing of Spring. When the Earth begins to warm and the sun begins to break through once more from the darkness which engulfed us for weeks on end. Spring brings new oppertunities such as actually going outside rather than being indoors all day due to lousy weather.Spring clearly is much more exciting than the dull winter months.
Although, the ending of Chritsmas holidays does mean an endless amount of exams up until July including two I have this month.
Oh brilliant, January just keeps getting better and better.

New year.

Well, it's the 3rd January 2012 and the world still hasn't ended, good start. I have still not come up with definite new years resolutions, none that I know I will stick to anyway. So far I have come up with to stop biting my nails; we all know it's not going to happen! I would like to have some resolutions. The new year isn't complete without a false sense that 'the new year means a new you' when actually you will be the same as last year but a year older and a year wiser.
This year I will definitely spend more time with friends and family, take more pictures and study hard but I think I've gone for really easy targets. Maybe I should do something more out my comfort zone like stop watching Coronation Street to watch something that all the youth are watching now a days like 90210 or something.
What ever I decide to watch, I'm going to make this year a good 'un.

Weekend away.

This weekend my father, two sisters and I have returned to my home town in South Wales. We are staying at my grandparents small bungalow that just about manages to fit us all in. My Dad has managed to go out for the night with his friends, nothing fancy just 'a ruby with the lads', while we mere children suffer 'X-Factor', 'I'm a Celebrity' and 'Strictly Come Dancing' with the grandparents. People say to embrace and enjoy your teenage years, I think I am doing just that.
I can't complain, I'm being spoilt with sweets and treats my mother would only ever let us have every now and again. I don't want to become one of those teenagers that would rather go out wearing clothes that leave little to the imagination and get what some may call 'trollied' than see their family. Spending my weekends listening to stories from 'the good ol' days' is what keeps me far from those wild beings.
Anyway, it's hard to hate old people; they are the last surviving beings from a lost age, the remains of a time been and gone. And let's face it, they come out with some of the funniest stuff sometimes.

My parents are difficult, I suppose I would say that being a teenager an' all, but they are VERY hard to please. I should be going to a friend's party tonight but my parents decided I should stay at home. They are paranoid I will get overly drunk or have an overdose on some sort of illegal substance; it's nice to know they put their trust in me. I think it's something all teenagers have experienced and dealt with. We can complain all we want about our parents but nothing will change their love towards us misunderstanding teens. One thing that keeps me going, is the thought that one day I will contain the same power my parents have and I to will be able to release it onto my children. I long to send the little slaves up the stairs everytime my senile old mind forgets something; nag them constantly to tidy their room; never let them go out unless they comply with ridiculous conditions such as completing homework or passing grade 5 piano (even if they have never played) and generally make their lives hell. Not that I'm bitter or anything.

A new start.

As summer fades out and school bursts in, I feel upset to be saying 'farewell' to this summer's events. In a matter of weeks my holiday to France, Greenman Festival, sitting in the park eating ice cream and having time to spare will be nothing but a distant memory; a beautiful memory nevertheless.
For teenagers, summer is a 6 week period which you must fill with fun, friends, laughter and times you will look back on and smile at. Soon winter shall join us yet again and stay until the sun breaks through the clouds in a good nine months.
For me, I end every summer with a hatred towards the seasons autumn and winter, but this year I am going to put the effort in to make the next few rainfilled months just as blissful as my floaty summer dream.