blog,
well, today I didn't go to school.
first, I should tell you a bit about myself shouldn't I? Because, really, you know nothing about me from my stupid profile. They really don't give you enough space or options to write enough about yourself.
well, I will give you a brief profile:
name: lily
age: 14
DOB: 10, 11, 1993
grade: 9
favourite food: kiwi fruit
location: adelaide
likes: celery, FNL, collingwood, braiding hair, my family, friends, reading, surfing, running, playing card games, doing "the routine" (yet to learn it), travis, my dog, exercising, soccer, water sports, a light on in my dad's studio, partying, being sober, grandparents, maths, science, fulfilling my dreams, Ms Harty, english, trying to learn new languages, singing goodbye in different languages.
dislikes: eating, rima, carlton, flying, people who push you into religion, paperclip men who know everything, fat ninja, three toothed aliens, connect four, saxon, the violin, my sister's vest, being sick, throwing up, couscous, the colour olive, unlocked doors, draws that don't shut all the way, people who take ages to get ready, numerous remote controls.
fears: injections, heights, friends and family dying, being nonexistent, being lonely.
well, now that we have established that, I can tell you about my day.
it started off with my mother (jackie), coming into my room.
jackie: lily, it's time to wake up, it's a bus morning.
lily: uhh, mum, I feel sick.
jackie: well have some breakfast and see how you feel.
i then proceeded to make my way downstairs and grab a bowl to grab a bowl of weet-bix. I had three. My mother, sister and father each had porridge with brown sugar, and in my mother's case, also with cream. Rose (my sister), was already dressed. I had an argument with my parents about not going to school. My father wanted me to go because he wanted to go surfing after work instead of looking after me.
I was allowed to stay home.
I slept for two hours, and then my mother dropped me at my grandparent's house, which is just down the road. Poppy (my grandfather) was the only one home, because Joma (my grandmother), was in Melbourne, and still is.
I finished my book there.
Then I came home and watched Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire. When Rose got home with my father, we watched friends, neighbours and big brother.
Now, I am going to bed.
Lily