The End of an Era,

     The Gossip Girl era that is. Today was the last episode ever, and boy was it packed with surprises. I'd go off on a huge tirade on the biggest secrets that were spilled, but I'd rather not ruin it for the rest of you. Instead, I will say this though I cannot believe who they chose GG to be. First off the first G in Gossip Girl does not stand for Girl but GoodgodIcannotbelieveyou'readude!
     It's kind of depressing to know that a show I pretty much grew up with and have been obsessing over for six years has come to an end. It's like when you find that one ice-cream flavour that trumps all the rest and then you come back a week later only to find out it's been discontinued. It's like saying goodbye to an old friend.
     Maybe I'm just a die-hard fan, but I have the undying urge to watch the whole series over from season 1-6 just because I can and then cry all over again (I didn't cry the first time... you know how I feel about tears).
     I couldn't think of a better end for the series although I do wish the episode was longer. Until next time my invisi-folks,


- Peace out girl scouts.

The Truth.

     The truth is people, my name's Drue Samuels I'm 16 years old (17 next month) and I'm afraid to sleep alone. It's about 11pm right now, and I'm terrified of falling asleep for no real reason. I don't want to be afraid, though, so I was wondering if just for tonight I can borrow some of your strengths? Please and thank you.

Good night fellow bloggers

Shut. Up.

Begin of blog song: Loser- Beck

     There are certain things that I cannot stand about my sister.

1) She's unaware that she too can be wrong

2) The way she speaks to people (her daughter, my grandmother, my mum, myself, etc.) is disgusting and unacceptable

3) She wouldn't know what respect is if it slapped her in the face (I kind of hope it will)

4) She's disgustingly dirty

5) A role model is something I will never be able to call her

6) Neither is a respectable older sister

These are just a few things that piss me off about her and yet the list goes on and on.

End of blog song: Loser- Beck

Dream A Little Dream Of ME.

Today's movie: Gingersnaps

    I was going to speak about my dreams, (hence the title) but then I realized that I don't want to. My dreams are my own special secrets, and I'd like to keep them to myself. This weekend is going to be a busy one for me. First, since tomorrow is a PA day I plan on getting all of my Christmas shopping out of the way. Secondly, on Saturday I have a birthday party to get to, for a cute little three-year-old boy. Lastly, on Sunday I have to seriously clean my room and get rid of clutter. 

   

  I have Little Bird by Ed Sheeran stuck in my head. "You made me laugh, and I made you cry! When I left that little bird with its broken leg to die. If I kiss you, will your lips read this truth, darling how I miss you, strawberries taste like lips do... "

     My niece has decided to make a Swear Jar, and whenever someone says something to her that she doesn't like she tells them to pay up. It goes something like this:

Me: Natalee, be quiet, please.

Her: You swore! Quiet is a bad word, you have to put money in the Swear Jar now!

Me: Oh my god! Shut up! 

Her: Ohhh, you swore again! Now you have to put more money in the jar!

That's pretty much what my weekend looks like, yeah.

     I've mentioned Kit in my previous posts, correct? Well, I've recently been trying to become familiar with her. I ask her questions, and I smile at her. Every day I see her I say hello and ask her how her day is going. Her smile sets a fire in my soul. Her eyes crinkle and light up, her smile is something I can stare at all day. Her laugh, like a thousand twinkling lights, and whenever 11:11 rolls around I wish that she could like me as I like her. That won't happen, because I'm a lesbian, she's straight and this is all just wishful thinking. God, I was such a fucking creep. I wish life were more simple than it is now, I wish I could "find someone someday who may actually treat me well" (sorry, random T. Swift lyrics.) Anyways, that's just how I feel, and I really do wish that someone will feel the same way about me. Sooner, rather than later if possible. 

     Bye-bye. :)

Blast From The Past.

Begin of blog song: Some mother-effing J.B. Christmas song

     Throughout the week, I've got into contact with quite a bunch of people from my past. Well, boys from my past. The first boy we shall call him R. Well, R and I had a spat a while back and he just waltzed around my facebook page randomly deciding to poke me and have a chat. He's an asshole. The second boy, we shall call him C. He's an abusive idiot. Not really, but he commented on my status telling me to shut up, the audacity of this little man. Makes me want stomp on him.
     Anyway, tonight I am having spaghetti and meatballs, and I am so looking forward to it! Also, I should tell you about my dream, but I'm hungry now so maybe later.

:D

Begin of blog song: In The Next Room- Neon Trees

     I feel as if today's song is a fitting one. My day started off pretty crapy, gloomy weather, lack of sleep, and work worries. Then in second period Kit told me  that I have a cute smile, she also told me she liked it, I had to bite my lip from shouting 'I like you'. I've been smiling ever since.

     I've decided to sort of hmmm, utilize my blog posts and make a sort of book out of them. Of course, I'll be elaborating on a lot of things and taking out a lot of things to make the posts properly represent the character. I'm excited for this personal project of mine and very happy with how it's turning out. I seriously tried with this one and was proud of it to boot, sadly all of the work was put onto an old laptop that I never backed up but I ended up spilling milk on it and losing everything.

End of blog song: I Am Not A Robot- Marina and The Diamonds

Hope.

It's a word that I need to learn to keep on the tip of my tung, an action I need to wear like a second skin, and a feeling I mustn't ever forget.  

And I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa.

Shake It Out- Florence + the MAchine