I get that every time I press 'log on' into Blogger. Why I am writing this? Am I talking to myself in this cyber world? Why would anyone follow a 15 year old girl who tells about how 'fasinating' or 'how boring' her life is? I might be a thousand, or more, kilometres away from you, the reader, but I still want to have a say, freedom of speech you would like to say, about how I am coping with the big, bad world that lies beyond my lawn, my house, and even my tiny room upstairs (I feel like Harry now). To see it through my tiny, blue eye, how life could be so 'scary' to a 15 going on 16 girl who hasen't be able to drive, drink alcohol or move out yet or appricieate the freedom like some people who are now adults. Scary huh?
I day dream a lot in class, like most teenagers do on a school day at their boringest class ever imaginable. I day dream about a lot of things, involving me trying to impersenate Lady GaGa and counting down to end of class (I start doing that with half an hour to go and start getting agitated and loosing focus at 15 minutes to go). Who doesn't do that anyway? No teacher actually picks it up and says it on my report saying "Sinead has been day dreaming in my class. Way. Too. Much." I mean, they NEVER DO PICK IT UP! They just comment on the fact that I need to ask questions more or I need to get into class descussions or I need to talk more. I just need to have extra time to 'flower' and master the skills of being a talking air-head in class so the teachers would write down that I ask questions and more socialised. Great... Next time they would say that I need to ask and talk less...
Signing off,
DoomAngelKitty
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