Monday, 31 December 2012

Freakin' New Years Eve.

Begin of blog song: Hero- Skillet

Okay people, here comes not just the end of a month, but the end of yet another year. I accomplished... nothing. Will that change with the New Year? Probably not, let's face it, I've been a lazy SOB for 16 years, and they weren't kidding when they said that bad habits die hard.
Today was a bust. My plans were canceled, and then when I tried to make new plans I was told not to because all of a sudden my family wants to spend time with me. I managed to finally exchange presents with K (the presents were bought before my resolve) and I bought her a pack of like six totally bitchin nail polishes, and in return I got chocolate, a bracelet, a stuffed seal (I honestly don't know where the seal came from, but I'm not complaining) and a nail-polish. Like I said, I'm not complaining even though besides the chocolate ( Ferreró Rocher my all time favourite) there was no real thought put into the gift. However, it was a decent effort and for that I am thankful.
This was the nail polish bought, it's the type with the magnet at the top that's supposed to give off a really cool effect and because of it, it cost more than regular polish. Don't buy it, maybe it's because I'm using it wrong (although I don't think I am as the instructions are pretty straight forward) but it's a sham. No super cool effect, just pretty purple toes! (Guess the name of the colour... go on guess it!) No, you're wrong it isn't anything cool like Spirit Moonlight, it's just Purple. The colour on my nails though, (also a gift from K) is called Titanic. Very pretty right? Anyways that's it, later.

- Peace out girl scouts!

End of blog song: Trouble- Lanka 

Friday, 28 December 2012

Today.

Things to do:

• Go to Walmart;
- Neutragina pink grapefruit face wash
- bioré
- black eyeliner
- a treat

• Clean laptop

• Start an assignment

• Figure out what I'm going to do with my life.


     The best way to get through the day is to make a list of all the things that need to be done/ should get done. I've  realized that I work best when I have a list of tasks in front of me that I can tick off one by one. So, everyday (depending on my level of productivity) I make a list and try my best to complete it. It's a good way to keep organized and after I go through everything and cross it out, I feel accomplished and proud of myself for actually completing something.
     Speaking of completing things (or at least the consistency that comes with) I'm still here. I think that's amazing and you can send me your letters of gratitude later.
     I mentioned K in a few of my other posts, referring to our friendship as a rocky one (to sum it up). Well, recently I've gotten tired of trying to reach out to her and make time for her when it seems as if she doesn't want to hang out with me at all. I'm not saying that there aren't times when she is a perfectly kind friend to me, but there are those times when she makes me feel as if I'm her "extra" (you know, I'm there to hang out with until something better comes up). The point is my invisi-folks, I'm thinking of removing the 'friends' from behind the honorary 'best' and replacing it with 'acquaintances'.
     Every time I'm alone with my mum it feels like a lie, like I'm a liar. She says these wonderful things like, "I love you Drue, I'm so lucky to have you in my life" and all I can think is, "I'mgayI'mgayI'mgayI'mgay." I wish that I could just come out and say it without having to worry if she'll actually accept me for me but I couldn't live with myself if I ever saw her cry because of me, I couldn't live with myself knowing that my own mother is disgusted with my existence. I cannot live with myself. I wish it were like the movies, everything laid out before you, thinking that you have all these choices but really it's already written in stone how your life is going to be and in the end everything turns out perfectly and your pleasantly surprised even though you knew it'll turn out that way because that's what always happens in movies. I wish I could be happy.

Thursday, 27 December 2012

Just a few Questions.

Are we ever as good as we think we are?
Are we ever as bad as we think we are?
What are we really?
Do we come with a purpose?
What is my purpose?
Am I good?
Am I bad?
What am I?

Annoying, that's what you are, and embarrassing. 

Sunday, 23 December 2012

Hey, you!

     Hello, world, how goes it?
     Today I was woken up at 3am by a dangerously full bladder, I was also kept awake until 4am by my sisters very loud talking, after that I just couldn't sleep. And then I was finally forced awake at 11am by A Christmas Carol playing on the radio.
     So, tomorrow's Christmas Eve and instead of spending it with family, I'll be spending it with J&B. They're going to come over at around noon and then we're going give each other our Christmas presents and watch some cheesy Christmas shows, and have a girls day. I'm looking forward to it!
     So far though there aren't any actual plans for Christmas Day, probably just open presents and spend the day with the family. Is it bad that I'm not looking forward to this? Every moment I spend with my mother feels like a lie and betrayal to myself. I just want to tell her, you know, and not keep who I am a secret. I'd also like to meet the person who said that being gay was wrong and give 'em a piece of my mind.
     Anyways, I haven't eaten anything yet and I'm famished. I'll speak to you lot soon though,

- Peace out girl scouts! 

Friday, 21 December 2012

Today.

Begin of blog song: Midnight & I- White Rabbits.

     Today was a different type of day. I never actually thought that this whole "being in the closet" thing would have gotten to me, I treated the whole thing as a joke as if it weren't really happening to me. I laughed it off when people asked me about my sexuality, taking on the "it is what it is" stance on the whole situation. Uh, but today while I was out at the mall finishing my holiday shopping for the first time ever I came out to a family member. My older sister, and it was kind of like those "oh my god what did I say moments?", you know what I mean?
     Anyways, we were waiting in line at Sears to pay for a gift I bought for one of my friends, and there was a picture of a bunch of girls wearing jewellery and I kind of like indicated with my head to one of the picture. "I like this" and then my sister kind of replied jokingly, "What? The jewellery or the girls?" and before I could properly make up my mind to how I would respond to that, I said "both". My sister wasn't really paying attention though she was looking at something on her phone, and then she looked up at me and was like, "What?". I kind of played it off like I didn't say anything, but I realized that wasn't a 'repeat yourself what' but a 'what did you just say what'. Uhm, she asked me if my mum knew, and I told her "no, of course not." and she offered to tell mum that she were gay to sort of break the ice, and at that moment I kind of had to deal with the fact that if I ever did have to come out to my mother, she'd hate me. It's really as simple as that, the woman that has brought me up and has claimed to love would hate me if she were to find out that I'm a lesbian. And it broke my heart, I broke down in tears in the middle of the line, and my sister held me and told me that nothing will change about the way she felt about me. Wow, that whole unaccepting mum thing really fucked with me.
     It felt like a bit of the weight has been taken off of my shoulders, but it's nowhere near enough and I'm still being crushed by all of it.

End of blog song: Loser- Beck.

Thursday, 20 December 2012

Happy Birthday, Mother.

Begin of blog song: Oblivion- Bastille.

     Today's the day I have my sociology mid term exam.
     Today's the day I have my chemistry test.
     Today's the day I have my math test.
     Today's the day I finish my Christmas shopping.
     Today's the day my mother turns a year older.
     Today's the day I realized just how small minded the people in my house are.
     Today's the day I think of how much easier life would be if I didn't have to live it.
     Today's the day I smile instead of cry.
     Today's just like any other day.
     Today, I wish I had the courage to change.

     I don't.




     Happy birthday dear mother, I hope all your hopes and dreams come true. I wish I could be the daughter you think I am, and I wish you could one day love me for who I really am. Happy birthday mother, and happy birthday to all of you that share this date.

End of blog song: Dead Hearts- Stars.

Monday, 17 December 2012

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.

Sunday, 16 December 2012

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

Monday, 10 December 2012

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

Thursday, 6 December 2012

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. :)

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

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.


Tuesday, 4 December 2012

: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

Saturday, 1 December 2012

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

Friday, 30 November 2012

I've Missed You Dearly.

Begin of blog song: Walking Blind- Aidan Hawken. 

     Hello, old friend, I hope you're doing well. How have you been since my leave, are you taking care of yourself, *keeping your hopes up high and your head down low? I know that I haven't been as present as I should have and I do hope you can forgive me for that. You can, can't you? Good, I'm glad to hear it. It's been awhile since I've heard the voice of such a good friend, I am so pleased to find that you haven't grown to resent me after all this time. I'm sorry if you feel as if I've abandoned you, please note that that is and was something I have never intended to do. I simply needed time to sort things through and think on my own. Yes, I'm fine now. Thank you for caring, it's so hard to find people who genuinely do.
     It's so nice to know that even after all this time I've spent... wasted, on hating you, you can still find it in your heart to smile back at me and accept all I have to offer- though it isn't much- with open and welcoming arms. How many times have I neglected you? Shut you away in a box at the back of my psych and then thrown you out to sea? How many times have I ignored you, hurt you, damaged you? How many times have I yelled and spit insults, after insults in your direction? Oh gosh, too many to count indeed and yet here we are. Better and stronger than ever. The only one who I can thank is you because you never gave up on me.
     This is a letter to myself, from myself, written and edited by myself. I hope to find pride in myself, instead of trying to hide myself, because I know now that joy can only be created by the willingness of myself. So I'd like to thank that part of me that shines brightest even in the dark, and fights even when we've gotten the shit kicked out of us. I'd like to thank the version of me that smiles even when I'm about to break down and cry because even though I can't see it at the moment, I know that it can only ever get better. I apologize deeply that it has taken me so long to accept and acknowledge you, I promise that now that I finally have I will try my best to hold on to this feeling of elation and try my best to no longer drown in my inadequacies. This is a vow made by myself,  for me.

End of blog song: Ungodly Hour- The Fray.

*This is a quote from a song called All I Want, by a band called A Day To Remember

Sunday, 25 November 2012

Sunday November 25, 2012.

Begin of blog song: Youth- Daughter.

The Cheshire Cat is my favourite character in Alice In Wonderland, (both the book and animated film) and that's probably because although he's reckless and crazy, he seems to be one of the few characters to be so sure of who he is, and what he's doing. He never really second guessed himself, I respect and admire him for that. He's taught me a lot about the person I wish to be, and maybe even how to become that person. 
 It seems, I've been rather inconstant with this blog, as I said I was going to be, but I can't help but point out that I'm still here. I haven't given up, and I'm keeping at it. This might be a minor victory, but it's a victory none the less. I usually type profound things usually addressed to you guys, but they've helped me just as much as I'd like to think that they've helped you, whomever you may  be. So thank you for listening to me Stranger, thank you for taking the time to even glance at these pages. Thank you for not giving up on me as many have before. 

End of blog song: A Thousand Years- Christina Perri.

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Just a few Words.


If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.

Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.

When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.

— Alaska Gold

Monday, 19 November 2012

"They've promised that dreams can come true, but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too."

Begin of blog show: The Vampire Diaries.

    I have to believe that none of this is real, because if it is. Then maybe it's not worth it? Maybe there are different realities, and this one, this reality that we decided to believe in is simply a figment of someone else's imagination. Maybe our waking selves are simply the dreams of someone else. Maybe, the only time we are truly awake is in our dreams. If I think like this, then everything doesn't seem so tragic. If I think like this, then I don't have to think about all the things I try so hard to ignore, because my mum doesn't hate me in my dreams, and I'm so much braver when I'm someone else.



     I was able to find out exactly what my mum would say if she were to find out my little secret. (Read: I'm gay). Sadly, those words weren't: 'no, what should I care that my child is gay? They're still the person I gave birth to, I love them no matter what!' *insert motherly grin.*
No, instead it was something like: 'if any of my children came out as gay, I'd disown them. That is what I believe god will want'
    Can someone please tell me how a 'god' so filled with love, could want one of his own creations to hate their own children so much, simply for not conforming to the social norm? How, he will find it acceptable, for a mother to say such hateful things about their own child (albeit hypothetically) and not even bat an eyelash? I use to say that I was most afraid of clowns and spiders, but my greatest fear was to be alone. Now, my greatest fear is that my mum actually believes these things that fall out of her mouth are true, that when I finally do decide to tell her how I feel, who I am, she'll never be able to look me in the eyes and tell me 'I love you', again. Spoiler alert, she knows, she still loves you, everything turned out okay.
     I am so tired of keeping who I am hidden from the people I love, I want nothing more than to prance about and shout from the rooftops: "I AM DRUE SAMUELS, AND I AM SO GAY IT HURTS!" Sadly, I couldn't handle it if I were to lose everyone I loved because of it. So, I'll keep this secret, I'll suffer in silence (not really, it is on the internet after all) and I'll do all of this because I don't want to hurt the people I love, I don't want my mum to have to deal with the pain of having to hate her daughter. I couldn't live with myself if I broke her heart, so I'll completely destroy mine instead because that is love. That is my love. That's actually a really unhealthy mindset and not love at all, please don't be old me, don't be a martyr. 

End of blog show: 90210.

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

This is my life

Tattoos, piercings, being gay, to my mum they all mean the same thing, NO!

Saturday, 10 November 2012

I don't understand this sense of reality I've managed to forge.

And I'll disappear forever,
And I'll leave this place behind,
Finding comfort under covers,
Shelter beneath closed eyes.

I don't know exactly what that means, but the words came, and I felt an unwavering force telling me to put this somewhere where people can read it, whether they find it or not is their own choice to make.

Friday, 9 November 2012

Why so serious?

Begin of blog song: Above The Water- Art of Sleeping

  I feel like the way society, and the media has shaped the youth of today has been done in such a way to convince us that if we don't have that perfect high school relationship, or if we're not breaking a few rules, then... I don't want to say that they're telling us that our lives aren't worth living, because they're not. However, at the very least they're moulding us to believe that if our lives are not almost the mirror of our favourite tv protagonist then we are living very boring lives that do nothing but lackluster.
     And because of that, when we finally do realize that life doesn't happen like that we don't always find the love of our lives in high school, or that life isn't always some great adventure, we are let down so completely and so utterly that it takes us some time to bounce back from it all. Yet, some of us never seem to get back to that stage where they live their lives freely without other people's idea of how far we should have advanced past a certain stage of our life, and spend the remainder of theirs in search for this "greatness" this "wonder", and before they know it, they've wasted all their time searching for something they thought would make them happy, which in fact just leaves us sort of hollow and empty when we finally realize we could have been doing something so much more with our time.
     I guess, what I'm trying to say is that, yes I am a victim of the media's expectations, however instead of sitting around and hoping for something that chances are will not come in this point and time in my life, I am going to enjoy what youth I have left, and revile in my own happiness that I will create by myself with the help of my friends and family. I invite you all to do the same.
- Peace out girl scouts!

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

Wednesday, 7 November 2012

Off To Uni For Me!

Begin of blog song- Trouble Is A Friend: Lenka

     Today, as a part of a program I'm enrolled in at my local high school, I went to the University of Toronto for a Sociology Lecture. Whilst there, my friends and I realized just how hard it was to keep up with what the professor was saying, especially from where we were sitting (way at the back on the top balcony), so instead we decided to find people in the lecture hall, and guess/create their live stories. This continued until the time we had to leave, and by then we found this couple, Emily a young lady who stays up late reading Jane Austin novels, engaged to be married, and Elliot, a young ambitious boy who owns a golden retriever named Sam. Before we knew it, we were so engrossed in their 'story' that we missed our exit, and got lost in the 'heart' of downtown Toronto.
     After google maps failed us (well, we're just really bad at reading maps...) so we asked a lovely old lady from England (who baked her grandchildren cookies in her free time) for directions, that were too hard to follow, resulting in getting us even further lost. Have no fear though! Superman came and saved us! Not really, but someone who could have totally been a superhero in his spare time pointed us in the right direction, and we were able to get home successfully! So, cheers!
   
      Another highlight to my immediate life, is that as I mentioned before, my writers block has finally passed, leaving me room in my buzzing head to create, what I believe to be wonderful stories. Maybe, if you're good I'll leave you lot a snippet of one them. I promise you that my stories are worlds better than my singing! Until next time,

Peace out girl scouts!

End of blog song: Are You Free?- White Rabbits!

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

It's Been A Long Time Since I've Been Around.

Hey folks, how has it been? If you're wondering why I haven't been posting often, it's because I haven't been getting enough sleep.... and I'm lazy. So to put it this way, lazy+ lack of sleep= no topics to write about= no posts. Sorry lovelies, I'll try to get back on track! :)

Saturday, 3 November 2012

2 fucking AM.

Dear sister,

the next time you knock on my window in the middle of the fucking night because your drunk/high/irresponsible ass is locked outside, I will leave you there. I've explained to you multiple times that the amount of sleep I get per night is at the least five hours, and that's on a fucking good night. No, we are not cool, fuck you.
     The next time you keep me up until the wee hours of the night because of your drunk/high/irresponsible ass, I will make sure to wake your dumbass up every fucking morning for a fucking week, whenever the fuck it is that I fucking wake up. Why? Refer to paragraph 1.
     The next time you ask to borrow something of mine, I will tell you no, go fuck yourself. No I won't. For the simple reason that on Halloween this year, you asked to borrow my umbrella and left it outside your friends house, even though it was raining all of this week, and when asked to get it back your reply was, "Oh yeah, I left it outside of my friends house, I'll get it for you later today." and then when questioned about it two fucking days later you told me, "I haven't been to her house all week! I told you where it is, get it yourself!" Yeah, that was fucked up. I really liked that umbrella.
    The next time you so much as look my way, I will flip you the bird. Why? Because fuck you, that's why. Again, no I won't.

From,

me.

ps. I lied to you when I said I didn't get anything at the mall yesterday, I got a top and a pack of earrings, I just didn't want to hear you ask to borrow and then lose/destroy my things again. Lol, #pety.

pss. Fuck you.

Friday, 2 November 2012

November 2, 2012

Today,

today, I found out that it was The Day Of The Dead, or El Día del Muerto/ All Souls Day. Today, I also found out that my grandmother passed away. Today, I have learned a lot of things, but once again I haven't quite figured out how to cope with death.
     Today wasn't the worst day ever, it wasn't even okay. Today I had fun at the mall with my friends. Today, once again I feel guilty for not being able to feel anything over the loss of a family member.

(Sorry if there are a lot of typos, I don't know... yeah...) fixed it

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

I'm still here!

     Today, I haven't got much to say, so I probably won't say anything at all? Uhm, happy Halloween, Uhm you are all wonderful little invisi-folks that never give me crap when I don't post regularly. Ugh, I really need to get myself a girlfriend... Three years later and this is still true. Some may suggest "a hobby" and I have gotten myself one of those, I play the piano, and I read and write on this blog-o-mine, but I still can help but feel as if something, (or someone) is missing. So, I've decided to stop lying to myself, and finally admit that what I want more than anything, is a relationship, is to feel loved, and special, and spectacular, but let's face the facts. I'm sixteen years old, the chances of that actually happening are slim to none.
     Anyways, that's not very inspirational so I'll tell you all about how today Kit came to school all in the Halloween spirit, dressed as a very sexy, yet classy black swan. Stole my heart with a single glance! :P
-Peace out Girl Scouts!

"Be silent, or make the words be worth more than silence," - Pythagoras

Friday, 26 October 2012

A Lesser of Two Evils Perhaps? Which Will You Choose?

Begin of blog song: Paradise- Coldplay

     Hello, dear readers, I hope you lot are much more dedicated to this blog than I am. Today, instead of bombarding you with my love life, or lack thereof. I will be talking about stress and strain. This topic is a very popular one in my household i.e. which is more taxing on the body, physical or mental strain?
     I suffer from insomnia, due to generalized anxiety, and a very loud and inconsiderate older sister. Therefore, not only am I kept up from the stress that I deal with in school, (classes, grades, drama, etc.,) but I am also forced to deal with my sister deciding to watch Jersey Shore marathons until unholy hours of the night, only to have her continue with the noise early the following morning.
     Well, my mother who works a twelve hour shift everyday, six days a week, lifting heavy pots, and standing on her feet all day,  and then also having to come home and deal with the same acts of terrorism as I, feels that since I am not doing all that she is, I have no right to be exhausted once morning comes. She believes that if I am tired, it simply means that I am going to bed far too late. Mind you I go to bed at 10:00 every night, 10:30 the latest, I assure you that this is not late at all.
     Although I have labeled this to pit mental/physical stress against one another, I am not going to pick a side and say which is worst to deal with, as I properly understanding that they are both a sort of torture in their own right. The conclusion that I have reached over the years, is that physical stress is just as bad as mental strain and vice versa, I only hope that my mother will come to the same terms as I, and instead of blaming my sleep apnea on my being lazy (the longer you sleep or don't do anything the more tired you feel) or that I am going to bed too late, and instead realize that what I am dealing with, although might not seem like much to her, is far too much for me.
     Just as I understand that it is no picnic to come home every day after work with sore muscles and disrespectful children. I see the pain it causes her, and although I would like to apologize on behalf of my sister (and I (as I am not a saint,)) I can only take responsibility for myself, and apologies tend to be meaningless in this house. So instead I will do what I can to pull my weight, if not to show her that I care, then to make her understand that I am suffering (well, not suffering as that's a harsh word... but you understand), just as much as she is,
     Well, there you have it, readers, that is why I have been missing for a few days now, not because I've given up on you or this blog.
My challenge for you is to answer today's topic, which do you think is more tedious to deal with, mental stress or physical strain?
-Peace out girl scouts!

End of blog song: Bigger Than Us- White Lies

Monday, 22 October 2012

I Still Believe You When You Say, It's Another Perfect Day

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

     Today, was an amazing day! Spectacular, well... kind of. This morning due to a bad dream having to do with killer psycho goth vampire clowns I woke up at 3:14 am (pi time!) only to then fall back to sleep at seven and wake up at 8. Anyways, normally this would be a bad thing, but because of some sort of cosmic glitch I was able to see Ms. T, and boy wash she a looker, all dolled up today for some reason, and it sent my heart racing!
     Numero dos, as to why my day was amazing, chemistry class. Well let's explain to you the layout of my chem class, it's sort of like a double horseshoe so a small u in the middle, and then a bigger U on the outside. Well, I sit on the outer bigger U to the left of the classroom, and this girl that I've sort of had an interest in for awhile now, sits in the inner smaller u right in front of me. Anyway, we've eventually got the chatting, and we've realized we have got a lot in common (both failing the class, both want to be teachers, etc...) and I was able to have a very nice conversation with her that resulted in mutual laughter. The sad part? I am very much aware of Kit's status, and that status would be straight. (Another one bites the dust.)
     Numero 3 (sorry, my Spanish isn't that great) my lovely friend gave me a chocolate cupcake today in Spanish class! Which is amazing, since I've been craving one of those ALL month!!
-Peace out girl scouts!

End of blog song: Apartment- Young The Giant.

*Her name obviously isn't Kit, but you've got the deal with the whole name thing... also I'd like to point out that I still fancy her, it's just that I know it's a dead end there, so I'm no longer entertaining that idea.  As I soon will have to do with Kit.

Friday, 19 October 2012

Don't Take It With A Grain Of Salt. I Mean It.

Begin of blog song: Build God, Then We'll Talk- Panic! At The Disco

     I was going to write something here, something important, something about happiness. But you know what? Fuck it, I'm not responsible for anyones happiness but my own. It's a selfish thought, but it's one that I stand true to. I am so sick and tired of trying to make other people happy only to have them either take advantage of me [M], or to have them eventually grow to resent me because all though I am giving them all I have to give, it will never be enough [R]. I'm not going to spread myself thin for people who refuse to be there for me.
     Take M, my first example; a  great friend, goes through a whole bunch of family drama, I am always there for her, no matter what, to cheer her up when she gets into a serious spat with the 'rents, or to listen to her when her sisters drive her up the wall. Yet, I know that the second that she finds out that I so much as entertain the idea of liking other girls, I will lose that friendship, and she will walk away without so much as a second glance over her shoulder.
      Now R, as my second example; I will always be there for him, as a friend. I listened to him tell me the horrible things that he has done, and that has been done to him. I've listened to his stories of glory and lost, I've listened to him pine over a girl, and tell me that he is "in love with me" all in the same breathe. I have sat there on the phone with him for hours and hours helping him through difficult times. However, the second that he found out that I am for the girl team, and that although I will literally wake up at 3 in the morning because he is scared and needs someone to talk to, he will never be able to see past the fact that just like his ex who left him for another girl, I am a lesbian. He will never get over the fact that this idea of happiness he has led himself to believe he will attain if he were with me is not real.
     So to both of you, yes I care deeply, yes I love you, yes you will always be an important person in my life, but fuck you, okay? I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does, only to say the least. I will no longer sit and be blamed for your happiness, or lack there of. I will no longer sit down and let you guys use me all up, only to throw me away when the curtain is pulled and you've realized that I am not what you expected, nor what you wanted. Because you know what, I'm not, I am so, so much more. It's high time you guys realised it before you both lose me for good. Because I cannot keep playing these reindeer games.

End of blog song: Cat and Mouse- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

My First Crush Went A Little Like This!

Begin of blog song: If It Really Means A Lot To You- A Day To Remember

     Today, I've decided to take another walk down memory lane with you guys. Don't worry, I won't be diving into the events of my brothers death, this will be a far more happy story, this will be a story about when I finally did decide to come to terms with my sexuality, this is a story about when I learnt that I liked one of my friends more than just a friend.
     The crush happened around this time back in 2007, I was in grade 7 then. However, I'm going to start before that. I'm going to start from the beginning, not from where it all began, because that'll take too much time, and be way too far back into the past to properly keep track of. Instead, I'll start from when I first met P.
     I walked into my classroom on the first day of middle school, extremely nervous, but also very excited. I had a lot of my close friends from elementary school in my class, so it wasn't that bad All the same, it was a new environment I was walking into, and I was scared. I was running a little late that day, so I walked in after the bell. Most of my friends were already paired up together, and there were only a few empty seats left. In the middle of the room was this girl, she was silently laughing with some other girl I assumed went to her previous school, and although she was wearing the same uniform of black pants with a blue t.shirt sporting the school's crest, she stood out from the mass of students, her quiet voice was well heard over the white noise of everyone else.
     Luckily for me, there was an empty seat behind her, and I was smart enough to take it, claim it as my own. (S.N.: I didn't think that I had an "attraction" to her or anything like that, I just knew that no matter what I wanted to get close to her) By that time we were getting our lockers, and trying to figure out how to open our locks. Mine wasn't as easy as I expected it to be, but this turned out to work to my advantage. P. seemed to be a pro at it, as she was helping everyone else with theirs. I did the logical thing, and gave her my best (most nervous) smile, and asked for her assistance with my own lock. That was it, that one conversation, and I was kind of hooked.
     We became friends fast, best friends even faster. Before I knew it, we were hanging out all the time, we spoke on the phone together quite often, hung out together all the time at lunch, and any chance I had to be her partner, or any chance I had to talk to her in class, I took. I was in bliss, it was wonderful. The best.
     It wasn't long until my other friends, got angry that I was spending all my time with someone else, and I completely understood why. I didn't simply "kick them to the back seat" of my life. No, I absolutely kicked them off the bus. (I'd like to note now, for the record, that I wasn't sorry at the time, and I'm still not... I am however sorry, that I'm not sorry... kind of) Anyways, I ended up doing what I considered to be the "adult" thing, and introduced P. to my other friends, they hit it off pretty nicely, but I always thought of her as mine.
     S.N. : Although I am not as close to P. now as I was then, we're still considered "friends" only now, not as close as before. This time I'm the one that sits in front of her.  I realize now what those feelings were that I harboured towards P., and I've grown out of them. However, even though I don't feel the same way anymore, that doesn't mean that I don't miss the feel of her small frame incased in my own (relax, I'm talking about when we hugged, or when she would sit on my lap),hearing her laugh because of something I said, or miss walking her home (or at least part of the way) after school. But even though I miss a lot, I'm glad that I had that friendship with her, and I'm glad that it has helped me realize who I am. So thank you, P. and I hope you find the guy that makes you happy, just as I hope I find the girl that'll do the same for me.
- Peace out girl scouts!

End of blog song: This Time I Swear I Mean It- Mayday Parade.

Saturday, 13 October 2012

Magical People :)

Begin of blog song: Candles- Daughter

    I'd like to make it clear that these challenges have no time limit. So, whoever you are, when you someday find this blog, and you see the mini challenges that I leave here, then do them, answer me. I'd like to think that the internet is a lot less lonely than people make it out to be. That being said, I have a challenge for you folks at home, tell me a topic that you'd like to have me "talk" about, and I will. I say this challenge because, I feel as if this blog is repetitive, and because I would like to get you people involved.
     Whenever I get page views, I am informed about it, so I know that at least one person reads my daily blog posts, so take me up on my challenge okay? If you don't then I guess that's cool too... but it'd be awesome if you did. :)

     Today's topic is about magic. A lot of people, especially people my age and older have given up on the possibility or the idea of magic. They fail to realise and recognize that magic isn't all fairy dust and sparkles, but magic is the little things. It's your first kiss shared with the person you fancy, it's when you passed that test you were so sure that you were going to fail, it's when you've given up all hope and life lends you a hand. Magic is that smile shared with that one stranger while you're walking down the street. Magic is that spark that's inside you that although people will try they will never be able to put out. Magic is anything we want it to be, anything we need it to be, magic is us.
     No, we're not all prancing unicorns that can only survive off of rainbow cupcakes. We're so much more, we're that magic that can either save a person's life or completely destroy their will to live. We're that little spark of hope that our parents see when they look at us, that smile that's so big it makes our faces hurt. Every single one of us are magic, it's just how we use that magic that tips the scales. Uncle Ben (yes from SpiderMan) once said, "With great power, comes great responsibility." and I'll tell you this, truer words have never been spoken.
     Every time you bully someone for being different, or for doing something that you don't believe in, you're stealing their magic and turning it into something dark and ugly, instead of the stuff of dreams and rainbows that it's meant to be. Just because you're having a crappy day, and can't find the magic in yourself at the moment, that does not give you the right to take it away from someone else. No matter what. Just as much as you think you deserve your magic, other people deserve theirs.
     I have another challenge for you guys, I challenge you to go up to someone that you've hurt, or that you've made cry, or that you've been even slightly mean to as a 'joke', to go up to someone that you've bullied, I challenge you to go up to them, and tell them that you're sorry for stealing their magic. Then, after that, I dare you to share some of yours with someone who has lost theirs.
     There's this Tv program, called Much, and a few years ago they came up with a slogan that says, "Love is louder." This is pretty much saying that love is louder than hate, than homophobia, than racism, than prejudice. It's saying that maybe if we focused more on the good than the bad, then maybe this world wouldn't seem as magicless as it does to so many people. Magic is all around us, all we have to do is open our eyes and see. My name is Drue Samuels, and I'm magic.
- Peace out girl scouts!

End of blog song: Beautiful- Christina Aguilera

Friday, 12 October 2012

It's Okay To Be Gay! :)

Begin of blog song: Stand up- Flobots

     Hey guys, here's what's going on in my life, I've decided to join my school's GSA (Gay Straight Alliance). I was extremely worried at first though, for starters I didn't properly hear the announcement so I was scared that I'd have to go down to the office and speak to them directly about it. The problem with that, is if someone were to have walked in on me asking about the GSA, I would have been in big trouble. Let's face it, this is high school we're talking about, not just any high school, but one filled and ruled by the not so accepting part of Canada. One time when I was walking through the mall holding hands with my good friend K, I was asked, (by someone I don't know might I add) "Is that a best friend thing, or...(insert sneer here)" K, of course said "Best friends" I stood there slightly disgusted over the whole situation, and then the asker of the question (damn their soul) said, "Good." Good, the bastard. So, excuse me if I'm not exactly ready for this lil' secret of mine to come out. I'd rather do cartwheels out of the closet than be dragged out kicking and screaming.
     Anyways, so I was in an anxious state afterwards as I didn't exactly know what to do, and I really did want to be a part of it. So I told myself, that next time I'd listen intently to the announcements to get the details needed to be apart of this. Sadly, that day would have been today, and I'm home sick, so I sent a little message to K asking her to be the ears I needed that morning, and the only information she was able to come back to me with was that the club didn't start until next week.
     Luckily for me, I soon after found my friend B online, who (bless her soul) not only told me the name of the teacher in charge of the GSA, but she also understood my anxiety over the whole situation, and agreed to come with me for support. I'm not exactly sure how I got lucky with such a great friend, or I guess great friends, but no matter the "who, or the what, or the why" I thank God every single day that I was blessed with these wonderful accepting people, because if I'm being 100% with myself, high school would be hell without them, and I would never have been able to accept myself for who I am without them. So although you guys aren't reading this right now, and probably never will, thank you so much for being the support that I need. Not just B, and K, but also J and even my newest friend S, and maybe even her. Thanks guys, this one is for you as much as it was for me!
-Peace out girl scouts!

End of blog song: Steal Your Heart Away- Seneca Hawk

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

09/10/12

Begin of blog song: Not an Angel- City Sleeps

     Today, we got our Tcard photos taken, and a tour of the campus. My photo didn't turn out too shabby if I do say so myself, also the campus is beautiful! Today, some pretty embarrassing things happened.
     For one, I think I mentioned my social anxiety, well, the whole day I was bumping into other people and making weird faces, or walking into things and making weird sounds and faces because, I'm awkward.
     Secondly, I was explaining to my friends what would happen to a person if they yelled out "I'M A LESBIAN!" in the middle of the school cafeteria (as my school isn't exactly an accepting one...) which was when my teacher decided to get our attention, hearing my very loud outburst. He laughed, (not in a mean way, but you know, had to be there to understand...) I couldn't look him the eyes for the rest of the trip.
     Besides that, the trip was so amazing! I had so much fun, and maybe even made another friend! This trip was a success, now all I have to deal with is a chem and math test tomorrow. I think I can do it? No, I know I can!
-Peace out girl scouts!

End of blog song: That's Not My Name- The Ting Tings

Monday, 8 October 2012

08.10.12

Begin of blog show: Tom & Jerry

     Hello world, I'm back. A three-day break may not have seemed like long to you, but it was almost an entire lifetime to me. I missed not having somewhere to post my thoughts every day, I missed not feeling like maybe, just maybe somewhere out there someone's reading this and is thinking to themselves "You know what, I can relate to this weird little internet girl, and I want to be her friend..." or you know, something along those lines...
     Happy Thanksgiving to those of us in Canada who celebrated, I hope you all have much to give thanks for and have a wonderful day! I'm going to go now, I'm not 100% sure if this is a "back for good", or a "back for now" I guess we'll find out tomorrow, though.
- Peace out girl scouts.

End of blog show: Looney Toones.

Friday, 5 October 2012

05.10.12

Begin of blog song: Sticks & Bricks- A Day To Remember

     I've come to a terrible realization. I cannot simply speak to someone, or interact with a person without somehow making myself feel like utter crap, and this isn't healthy. So, from now until further notice, I'm taking a break, from everything. This break of mine can last from four days to four months. I'd try to not make it such a big gap, as I do need this blog, I feel as if it helps me stay sane. However, I need some time for myself, catch up on my reading, relax, watch a few kick ass movies.
   Don't feel too sad, though, you're not the only one I'm going to be staying away from. I've also turned off my phone. I've logged off of Facebook. I've decided to take a break from everything. I might even visit the city just to get a change of scenery.
    I'll be back when I get my head cleared and thoughts figured out. I'll be back when I've built up my strength to like myself a little bit more, and hate myself a little bit less. Until then well...
- Peace out girl scouts.

End of blog song: Have Faith In Me- A Day To Remember.

Thursday, 4 October 2012

04/10/12

Begin of blog song: Candle- Daughter

     Today, was just as tiresome as any other. Woke up at 2:43AM. Bad dream; couldn't sleep. Been up since then. Went to school, took notes, took more notes. Had lunch, ate with friends. Saw her. Walked her to class. Took more notes, did a math quiz. Came home, rocked out to a secret crowd. Took a shower, ate, went on the computer.
     Tomorrow is Friday, and then I get three days to detox and get all thoughts of her out of my head. Until Thursday that is, when I have a lunch date planned with her. It's not an actual date, of course, that'll never happen.
     I'm looking forward to the long break, aren't we all? I'm supposed to be going shopping with mum, that probably won't happen, though. Things solemnly happen the way they were planned out. Here's hoping that for once, everything plays out smoothly.
     I'll tell you all a secret, life isn't hard. Not even close to complicated. Life is the easiest thing to deal with. You know what fucks all of that up? We do, we complicate things, we make things harder on ourselves and on others. We are afraid to live, and we are afraid to love, so we screw ourselves over and do whatever we can to keep ourselves "safe" all while blaming someone else.

End of blog song: I Don't Wanna Be In Love (Dance Floor Anthem)- Good Charlotte

-Peace out girl scouts.

Wednesday, 3 October 2012

03/10/12

Begin of blog song: I'll Be- Edwin McCain

    I think I might like someone, but it won't happen. I'm kinda bummed but, I've got to move on, cowgirl up and stay strong. I can do it, even if reading her flirtatious text messages keeps me smiling all day. :) I can do it! It's the Canadian way to stay positive!

End of blog song: Life Slash Dreams- Dan Black

Monday, 1 October 2012

01/10/2012

Begin of blog song: Weightless- City and Colour

     Alright people, I'll have you know, my worries about school are now NO MAS! :) All I have to do is study the courses that I like the most, and everything is A-OK! On the not so bright side, I am stuck with biology, and drama... woohoo.
     Ah! I don't have anything to say, not really, I guess that was it. I do have a question though, creation or evolution? Why?
- Peace out girl scouts!

End of blog song- It Don't Mean A Thing- Ella Fitzgeraled

Sunday, 30 September 2012

30/09/12

Begin of blog song: I'm a Man- Black Strobe

    Alright my invisi-folks, happy Sunday! Or at least that was the idea it obviously did not pan out as I hoped, as I am on here at 10:21, and already have something to say.
     As you all know, I am in the eleventh grade, and as a result, should be thinking about what I want to do with my life, and where I want to go to university. Well, I narrowed it down to four choices, University O, University T, University S, and University Y. I decided that I should talk to my mum about these choices, and see how she feels, I know from previous talks with her that she's opposed to the idea of me going anywhere far. So, in all fairness, it probably wasn't so smart of me to pick a whole different city... one of which is probably around four hours away. However, I figured that she'd be at least a bit proud of me, for giving my future thought! Apparently not, I was instead laughed at for even entertaining the thought of moving away for a few years! The woman, won't even let me go downtown for school! I actually ended up applying to and attending LU (four hour drive) and I lived on dorm for my first year.
     Don't get me wrong, I understand her not wanting to say goodbye and all that, she's not exactly use to having her children so far from her... But good God woman! Can I live? Am I not allowed to spread my wings and at the very least try to fly before getting shot down? I don't know guys, I really want to go to either Uni O, or Uni T, I guess it all depends on if I actually get accepted to any of these schools eh?
      Why, oh why does being young have to be so complicated! Can't a girl just decide what university she want's to go to, do the stupid admin stuff, and then poof at a snap of her fingers get in? Without worrying about all the fees? Maybe I'm in over my head? I'm not even that smart, maybe I should stick to colleges, you know the type that begin with the word "community"?
      - Peace out girl scouts!

(I only put the first letters of the universities I am planning... or was planning on attending, come the fall of 2014. I know I have some time until this actually happens, but I don't really want to waste anytime only to have realized it's time to graduate and I have no clue as to what to do with myself....)

End of blog song: Under My Thumb- Rolling Stones

Saturday, 29 September 2012

29/09/12

Begin of blog song: Smashed Birds- Sley

     I don't actually have anything to say today, I just thought I should post something here so I am at least consistent with one thing in my life... besides being inconsistent that is. Ah, September is coming to a close my lovelies, somebody should wake Billie Joe.... I call dibs! Not really, as that seems like a lot of work. Why? Because I am lazy, that's why!
     This is going to be one of those posts that I regret posting because it makes me sound like a right twit. I am a twit aren't I? Damn, and here I was thinking I was at least somewhat okay... guess not. Uh, I should quit while I'm ahead, shouldn't I?
     I'm currently watching The Corps Bride with my niece, well kind of it's more like the television is playing and she is annoying the hell out of me. I am highly annoyed right now. Goodness, I'm not quite sure why I left my room, this is what happens when I'm in a good mood, I make irrational and rushed decisions.
    You guys should see how many red squiggly lines show up while I make this things, my spelling is horrible... I'm digressing from the topic I really want to talk about... no time like the present, ey? Okay, well, have you ever had someone who claims to like you compare you to the person that they hate the most? It's quite off putting, I can tell you that much. In all honestly, I didn't really care, I just felt like putting on a big fuss, well because, who doesn't likes a sulky person?
     Ah, I don't know, I quit... for now at least. Maybe I'll take an extended break from life and all forms of socializing for awhile? That sounds like a plan. Right... right? What? Don't look at me like that, I can totally do it. Maybe, not.
    Holly actual hell, I just saw a commercial for that Dragon Ball movie thingie, and it almost made me hurl! Don't get me wrong, I was no DB fan growing up, still not, but that movie screams horrible, I scream boredom, you scream annoyance. I get the point, I'm leaving now.

- Peace out girl scouts!

End of blog song: I Just Wanna Live- Good Charlotte

Friday, 28 September 2012

28/09/12

Begin of blog song: You Me & The Bourgeoisie- The Submarines

     I am the most inconsistent person to have walked the Internet, my sincerest apologies! Am I forgiven? Yes? Okay, great. I've missed you all a lot. I mean let's be honest here, who doesn't love it when people listen (or pretend to listen) to the mindless chatter of said individual.  I know I do.
     Recently I've heard some sad news. Gossip Girl is going to be on its last season, and it's only ten bloody episodes long. Tragic, I know. So, I decided to watch every episode, starting from the beginning. Who knew I could be so dedicated to something? I didn't. I wasn't.
    I also decided what it is I am finally going to do with my life. I've been zig-zagging between, psychologist, English teacher, History teacher, or a therapist. I've finally decided to settle on not one of these things, but kind of all of them. Confused? Alright, I'll explain more, I am going to study to become a school counsellor! Not one of those crazy ones that tell you about reincarnation and the stars when you tell her your brother shot himself (true story), but a real one, a cool one. One the students will be able to rely on, and they'll feel comfortable enough to view as a friend, but smart enough to recognize as an authority figure... of sorts.
     It's finally Friday, I'm failing chemistry.... a 34%.... now that's tragic. I'm more than passing my other classes, 85% in Steps, 84% in math, and probably about an 80% in Spanish. All I have to do is bring up that damned chemistry mark, and I'll be content. Study, study, study, my new motto, what do you lot think about it?
     I've also been set up with a pretty solid job. Just a part time one, from Friday-Sunday, so I guess I can say goodbye to my weekends for good now, eh?
    Anyways doll, back to my GG marathon, talk to you later, don't miss me too much.

-Peace out girl scouts!

End of blog song: At Least I'm Not As Sad As I Used To Be- Fun.

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

26/09/12

Begin of blog song: Apartment- Young The Giant

     I will like to start off by apologizing for being MIA for the last two days. Actually, I'd like to apologize for a lot of things, however I feel as if this is not the time to do so. Or shall I say, I feel like a right fool and don't want to apologize right now. (Insert sheepish grin.)
    Well, how are you guys? Doing well without me, I hope. Today was a roller coaster day, ups, downs, and loops. I was kept up all night due to my sister breaking up with her boyfriend (it was a terrible scene, lots of cussing, and screaming), as a result I only got somewhere around two hours of sleep(?... this could be an exaggeration). Then the twit, bless her heart had the damn nerve to not only text, but call me while I was in class, simply to ask me to pick up her daughter. (Mind you, I was still a bit peeved over having been kept up all night, and as a result this just really pushed me over the edge... I even started to stutter in a blind rage.) As not wanting to get into it with my oh so darling sister, I politely asked my mum if she could tell my sis to stop harassing me during school hours. To that I was rewarded a text message that went like this: "Fuck u drue. U told mom to tell me not to text or call u Ur SUCH a pissy lil BITCH And I'm OVER trying to have a relationship with ur punk ass >:/"
      I'm not sure about you guys, but to me that little love note just screamed the amount of concern and affection that my older sister holds in her heart towards me. Bullshit, I get treated better by the blokes in my school.
   That's okay, because after school I went on an adventure of sorts with my friends (Bo & J) to take a walk in the woods, and play in the park. Whilst there we met the cutest little girl by the name of, Eden. She was two years old, blonde, and completely in command of my heart. She really was such a joy.
   

End of blog song: Kid On My Shoulder- Whit Rabbits

Monday, 24 September 2012

24/09/12

Sorry about yesterday's post, it was extremely rude and uncalled for. This blog is supposed to be a safe place where people can come and speak to me about their problems, or feel less alone. By bashing my friends who were doing just that I've contradicted myself, and what I wish to stand for. I am so sorry.

Drue :)

Sunday, 23 September 2012

23/09/12

Begin of blog song: Belong Here- 78Violet

     I've started and re-started this post about ten times now. I'm not really sure what I have to say, if I in fact have anything to say in the first place, and I think I do. I believe that I mentioned before in one of my post's that I am the one that most of my friends rely on? Well, I'm not necessarily complaining about it, as I love knowing that my friends feel secure enough to rely on me. However, when I get phone calls instructing me to talk about nonsense because you're all riled up and need to be calmed down, and then hung up on when I've served my purpose. Or, when I am looked up on Facebook chat only to listen to you vent about the crap going on in your life without so much as a second thought to me. Then, and only then do I have a fucking problem with it.
     Yes love, I bloody well enjoy being your bleeding backbone and fracking anchor of support, and no I am not a freaking doctor, but it wouldn't  fucking kill you to ask me how I'm going and actually care enough to listen to the response before diving into your fucking bullshit. I'm sorry love, really truly, I understand mate, I do, you're going through a lot, the love of your life cheated on you, (I'm gay and in the closet so fuck you.) You're scared of thunder and need a friend? (I don't mind, I think this is cute, I wake up screaming but you've never asked if I'm alright, fuck you.)


      Alright yeah? I get it, I guess it's my own fault for being gay and in the closet and therefore not being able to talk about it, but when you don't even ask how I'm doing, and no, I know, you say "what's up?" but that's just for bloody common courtesy ain't it? Don't try to say that it isn't, love because when you start the damn chat with "Drue..." (ELLIPSIS AND ALL MIGHT I ADD!) I very well know that something is wrong and you just want a pick me up, or when you call me and simply say: "Can you just say something please? I really just need a distraction right now." And of course I do as I'm told like a good little pup, because fuck me right?
    Listen, I love you all a lot, I do, you mean a lot to me, I don't mind being your shoulder to cry on, but at the very least, I'd like the favour to be returned because guess what love? I've been spinning and spinning forever, and I've finally dropped.
     I can't help but feel that actually putting this on my blog will be a huge mistake, but I'm gonna do it anyways. Like I said, I don't mind being there for you, I don't. And this isn't all of my friends, just a selected few.

End of blog song: Numb- Linkin' Park.

Friday, 21 September 2012

21.09.12

I wish someone would hold me
And tell me everything's alright
I wish I never had a reason
To kick and scream at night

     Today was like any other day, I kind of just went through the motions methodically. I wonder if my friends ever get fed up with me and my pushy bullshit, I wonder if they wonder why they're even friends with me at all. I realize that I tend to be too much, as I act as if I'm really hyper and pumped up, but the truth is I'm just so bored with life and everything and I'm miserable, but I don't want to bring my friends down with me or make them worry, so I act like a jackass.


     I read somewhere that a "soulmate" can come in any form, not just that of a lover. If that's the case I hope my soulmate is a friend, I don't need a romantic relationship. But a simply decent friendship, where I don't feel like I'm being expected of too much or too little is really all I want. I suppose I have that now, and that my friends do accept me and all my setbacks, but I can't help but feel like I'm hindering them, or that they're simply humouring me? I guess that's not fair to them, but yet again who ever said life was fair? I didn't.
      Maybe this is just a bout of teenaged angst? Maybe it will pass and then I really would be normal and like everyone else? Well, logically speaking these feelings of mine won't last, as nothing in this world is completely permeant, so I should just suck it up. I know this much, I shouldn't ignore it because that won't exactly solve anything (assuming there is anything to be solved) and I suspect there is due to extreme suppression of emotions) so what I should be doing instead of seeking out refuge on the empty abyss of the internet is probably, get out there and carry on. (This post is pretty bad, I apologize.)
     Bottom line is, I act like a jackass/asshole/dumbass because in reality I've forgotten what it's like to feel much of anything, and in doing so I've become pretty jaded, so I try to act out in ways that will make me feel most "alive" or that best express my feelings of unease. I don't think I need help, I think what I need is a hobby. I think what I want is attention. What I want more than anything, is hope.


(Emily Dickinson) 
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all...

Thursday, 20 September 2012

20.09.12

Begin of blog song: Above The Water- Art of Sleeping

      Today marks the anniversary of my brother's death. Four years ago today, my brother killed himself. A single bullet through his left temple, that exploded in his skull, didn't even try to get out. That one bullet embedded itself into his brain, becoming just as much a part of him as he wanted it to.


     I remember it so vividly when we found out the news, it was a Saturday. The most beautiful Saturday ever, especially for September, I was sitting in my kitchen with my mum, having a discussion about God, and why he let's people do what they do. I looked out the window while she was explaining to me what exactly it meant to have free will. I saw two bright yellow birds, land on our fence, and then one of them flew away, and the other was just left there, looking kind of sad. It nearly brought me to tears, I'm not sure why, but that one scene with those two birds bought more emotion to me than anything ever has.
     Anyways, after our discussion on God, my mum sent me downstairs for spaghetti sauce as it was around 4:50pm and that's what we were going to have for dinner. So, I take my 13 year old legs and skip down the stairs into the pantry room, and get the sauce. Half way up the stairs the phone rings, my mum is frantic. First happy to hear from D (my brothers live in girlfriend) then that happiness turns to confusion as she can't understand what's being said through what I imagine to be D's screams and tears. Finally, my mum gets the message, "MY SON!" pretty much that was it, on an endless loop. My mum screamed those words over and over again, screaming and crying it reached the point where her legs could no longer support her and she collapsed, just sort of caved in on herself.
     She didn't calm down, but she managed to pull it together long enough to tell me the news.
"Your brother shot himself." That was it, the only explanation. Not that I needed, or wanted one I suppose, I was shocked and had to bite my lip to stop from laughing out loud. I put down the sauce, grabbed my mums hand, and together we walked over to the apartment. My mum went down the family tree calling everyone and explaining the situation.
      I'm not sure what we were expecting to happen when we got there, but what did happen was we saw my brother's lifeless corpse being rolled into an ambulance. An uncle of mine met us at the apartment and gave us a ride to the hospital. We waited for five hours, only for them to tell us something that was pretty obvious. My brother was dead, died as soon as he pulled the trigger.
     We went home, everyone holding each other, everyone crying. And then there was me, they must have thought I was broken, but I wasn't. I'm not. I stood there, and looked at these people who didn't even care to call this kid on his birthday, who were not around for the birth of his daughter nor his son, I watched these people express so much emotions for this one dead person. And I felt nothing. Was it not clear to them that this was life? People live, and then they reproduce, and then they die, it's a fact. I didn't understand their tears, I still don't, not completely. But what I do understand is their guilt, because although no one is to be blamed for my brother's choice, we are all at fault for making him feel as if that was the only rational one to be made.

End of blog song: Be Still- The Fray

 

Wednesday, 19 September 2012

19.08.12

Begin of blog song: Red Face- Lucy Rose.

      I feel as if I am retreating back into myself, closing myself off from the rest of the world and slowly suffocating. There's so much in me, and it's not that I don't know what to do with it, it's like I don't know HOW to do what must be done. Today, I said something along the lines of: "I'm not even mad, but I am extremely pissed off."
     I haven't felt like this in a long time, and the best way I can describe this feeling, is to say that it feels like I am falling down an extremely dark whole and having the walls cave in, and the floor rise up. I feel trapped, but not by the things I wish I were, not by work, or peer pressure, nothing as sweet, and light as that. No, once again I find myself trapped by self-misery, pity, hatred, and such an extremely intense anger. Sprinkle a bit of loneliness, and you've nailed my general daily feelings to a T. I read somewhere once, "I am alone, but not lonely." that of course, is not the exact quote as I cannot remember it. The point however that the author was trying to make is that being alone and feeling lonely are two completely separate things. To be alone is an action, you are alone at your house, but you are not alone at the shopping mall with all your friends. To feel lonely is a soul ripping feeling, you feel lonely when you are home alone, you feel lonely at the shopping mall with all your friends.
 
     I'm not a complete daft twit as to not recognize where these feelings are coming from. My sister, if you recall me mentioning her in the past as being "fucked"is no less "fucked" to this day, no in fact I think she is even more fucked up than she was yesterday. I do not hate my sister, but respect is something I cannot say I have for her. She is everything I do not want to know. She is the type of person who will point out one million horrible things about me, and then somehow dilute herself into thinking that she is doing me some sort of grand favour, that I myself must thank her by doing anything and all that she says. Thus the anger.
     I am very much aware that all of what she says or suspects of me is the truth, I am an asshole, I do not care about others as much as I pretend to, although I try not to I silently judge others even when they don't deserve it, I have no idea what I am doing with myself or my life, I do not like myself and I'm not sure I ever have. Therefore, self-hatred.
     I don't think that anyone, let alone myself should have to deal with such emotions as the ones listed above, I don't think anyone should have to deal with their worlds being turned upside down just because someone decided to take their lives into their own hands. This will be self-pity.


     However, I do have to deal with all of that, and that's just the way the world works, there's nothing I can do about it, so I will continue to hate myself, and then pity myself, and then become disgusted with myself for said pitying. Here is my Misery.
     I have no one to talk to or listen to me, I carry all of these emotions by myself, because I am too afraid to open up and simply tell someone "listen, I need help, I can't do this on my own anymore." but even I can learn from mistakes, and I don't think opening up is worth locking myself in my room and crying myself to sleep every night. I am alone in all of this, and I am forced to watch everyone else prance around with their happy faces and their bright smiles. I am beside myself.This is loneliness.

End of blog song: Sleazy Bed Track- Bluetones

Monday, 17 September 2012

17/09/12

Begin of blog song: Comin' Home- City and Colour

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me,
The carriage held but just our selves,
And immortality.
-Emily Dickinson

To all of my readers,



     I understand that my post have been lacking their usual charm and have started.... or will start.... to circulate around a more morbid topic. Instead of my usual talk of hope, I will start to talk about death, specifically the loss that I have experienced. You can expect this trend to start from the 20th, to 11th so if this discussion choice makes you feel uncomfortable in any way, then I advise you to stay clear until the twelfth of October, when I will return to the topic of hope, and thoughts, and random bullshit. That is all, and I do not apologize if I cause ANYONE discomfort or whatever, because this is MY blog, and I make the fucking rules here.

Yours truly,

Drew. S

End of blog song: Medicine- Daughter

Saturday, 15 September 2012

This Is Not A Poem



Begin of blog song: Shelter- Birdy                                                                        

The way I see it, we were all once angels 
That have committed such a horrible act
Which has gotten us kicked out of the gates of heaven,
And exiled to this hell now known as Earth.
Waiting to face our judgement,
Hoping to be blessed once again


By the grace of God.
Fearing if we are not,
Despising the thought of an eternity in this imprisonment,
So we thrash and howl,
Doing anything and all that we can
For our disdain of this place to be recognized.
For our voices to be heard.
Only to realize
We are all alone
This is not Hell
For Hell is what we become.
How then do we repent?
How, do we get back home?
We bow our heads,
And break our bones.
Hoping forever that there's such thing as RETURN.

End of blog song: Run- Daughter

Friday, 14 September 2012

Just take a moment for yourself.

Begin of blog song: My Rollercoaster- Kimya Dawnson


 Take a second for yourself, just sit down and breath. Feel the seat beneath you, feel the air entering your lungs, hear the sounds around you. No not the man-made sounds of the t.v or the hum of the electricity, but the different sounds, the sounds that you so easily block out. Just take a second and think about nothing, don't think about anything. Just let the comfort and serenity of today wash over you.
     Do you see it? How easy it is to disconnect yourself from outside forces, how easy it is to make everything disappear? Have you ever taken a moment to think of how easy it would be for you to disappear?
     You do not see the dust particles around you, does that mean that they're not there? No, it just means that they are insignificant to you, they do not exist to you. Imagine yourself in a crowd of ten people, now one hundred, a thousand, a million. Imagine yourself as simply one person in this world, there are about seven billion people on this Earth to date, imagine yourself as just one of them. You are now 1/7billion, you are now insignificant, and yet, that's not the end of it. Out of these 7billion. there is about 20000 with the same eye colour as you, 15000 with the same last name as you, let's say 30000 with the same birthday. 3500000 with the same interests, 500000 with the same talents, 800000 with the same beliefs and opinions. You are now less significant than dust, everyone on Earth is aware of dust, even if they don't immediately think about it, no one is aware of you.


     Now think of Earth, your world, my world, our world. Think of it in comparison to all the planets, now the milky way. The milky way is only one galaxy, according to scientist there is so much more out there. The universe, even though it is the biggest thing out there, since ever, it just keeps expanding. Meteors? They're partially made out of dust/dirt, correct? That now makes dirt/dust, not just more significant than yourself, but the whole human race.
     In our own rights, we all insignificant, no matter what. Even the greatest of us mean nothing to someone, and yet, even the smallest most insignificant of us means the world to someone else. Insignificance is simply a matter of perspective. My perspective from behind this computer screen, is that if either one of you who are reading this or who are not, were to drop dead this second, I wouldn't realize it, I wouldn't care, I would not notice. And yet, somehow through some sort of cosmic force, if I were to get a phone call and during that call I was told that that person who just a second ago was not even a  thought in my mind, that person who I just described to be insignificant to me has passed away, that they were my family, or friend, or even a passing acquaintance  what does that then mean?
       The point, although I think the way I tried to lead up to it was a bit shaky, and unclear, is. Yes, you are insignificant to someone, less of a thought than the particles of dust floating in the air, but to someone else, to your mum, or sister, or father, friend, cousin, crush, boy/girlfriend. You are EXTREMELY important, and they love and care for you. You are NOT insignificant, and you are NOT alone.

I understand that this is a long post, and serious, I also understand that most of you have given up reading this from the time I started listing random/made up statistics and numbers. However, to those of you that have stuck around to see the point behind this ramble, thank you.

End of blog song: Pretty Girl- Sugarcult

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

12/09/12

Begin of blog song: Can't Stand It- Never Shout Never

     Okay, so hey people! Does it offend you guys that I stopped addressing you whilst writing these thingies? I mean it went from me addressing you guys all the time to simply diving into whatever random topic I am currently discussing, ha ah ah.
     OKAY! I have a challenge for you peeps! COMMENT! Or something, I somehow feel like a real loser sitting here talking to myself on the internet... (that sounded incredibly needy.. like "please be my friend oh please, please, pleas?!?! Sorry guys..)
     Oh, and yes, I cut my hair just like I said I would! (not that you care...) (ANOTHER ELLIPSIS!) Do you guys like wonder why I use so much parenthesis in these *flogs? It's because, It's my way of interacting with you guys and making myself think that I'm funny... CONFIDENCE BOOSTER!



    Okay, seriously, I'll stop with the ellipsis now, and the parenthesis, and with starting my thingies with "OKAY", right well [all most said okay there] < brackets, NOT parenthesis. Anyways, It really bothers me when I say things like oh look ellipsis and then people look at me like I have ten heads. I mean hello, you use them after ever damned word! The LEAST you can do is learn their proper calling name you damn twit! Wow, talk about being pretentious.
     Someone once told me that I was aggressive, not physically, but verbally, and I guess my mannerism is slightly aggressive, and I do have a slight pirate mouth, um sure, I do go on a lot of random rants a lot and like if y'all don't like any of that, then uh, I don't know, deal with it I guess? Ha ha ha, I'm only kidding! Except, I'm not.
     Did I tell you guys about this smoking hawt lady teacher at my school? Well, I am now, and I will say this one thing, I am in LUST with her... that's a bit extreme, is it illegal to write things like this on the internet? Should I take down all the pervy things I've said? Oh my gosh, if that's the case then this whole blog will be deleted.
     Uh, I actually have something profound to post one of these days, like the last deep thing I wrote, but um yeah I don't know. You'll know when you see it/read it (?).
   I ACTUALLY JUST WANTED TO ADD THAT EVEN IF I AM NOT LISTENING TO MUSIC ORIGINALLY I START TO FOR MY BLOGS JUST FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS SITE, SO YOU'RE WELCOME WORLD!




End Of Blog Song: KottonMouth Kings- Tangerine Sky

*Flog: Fail Blog

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

11/09/12

Begin of blog song: Big Bang Theory (theme song)- Bare Naked Ladies
  




     Today was a cheesecake day! By that, I obviously mean that I looked like a rockstar, and for the first time ever in the history of my existence, the library owed ME money! How much more stellar can life get?!
     I am also going to cut my hair, from the beautiful length of past my shoulders to probably a bob, ( why the HELL do they call them Bob's? Why not Zoidberg?) I will totally get yelled at and then murdered at school tomorrow, why? Because apparently the best thing about me is my freaking hair ! :/ That's annoying IMO
   Thinking of swapping bio for physics, and drama for keyboard, what do y'all think? This will obviously be for next semester as yeah, I don't know, it just will be!
     Anyways, I'm doing my hair right now and have the sneaking suspicion that someone is reading over my shoulder so TATA :)

End of blog song: Super Mario Bros Theme....- IDK WHO IT'S BY OKAY?!?!?!