I'm surprised to find myself thinking about the end of the year at this point. I've tried to put it off for some time and thought I would be able to, but I just can't. I'm not one of those people who are like, "Awesome, school is over forever." I'm more like, "Oh no, school is over. I won't get to see all these amazing people everyday." And it's true, I am 100% like that. Even the people who I don't ever talk to at school, they mean something to me because without them, there would be something different. There is a divide in our common room right, it's not like it was in year ten and below, with all the little groups and their social hierarchy shit. We have our side, and I love them all to bits, but without the other side it would be unbalanced. Wow, the 'other side' haha, come to the 'other side' we have candy... No but seriously, I love the friends that I have on the other side that I get to see sometimes, it breaks it up and you're able to branch out.
I'm sick of endings, and I hate big change. So far there have been three big endings for me; when I moved away from my friends in Tasmania when I was eight, the end of year six moving to Trinity, and the end of year ten when all my friends moved to different colleges. All those endings sucked ass. But of course the optimistic outlook would be, "Yes Tia, but they bring about new beginnings." And I suppose that's true. I can't bear the thought of not knowing the people I know now, and moving to Canberra was imperative for me to do so. The previous point still applies for moving to Trinity, and as for the end of year ten, I reconnected with my current best friends so hey, it's all good, I still keep in contact with everyone. I'm trying to keep all this in mind when I think about year twelve coming to an end. I think about all the new people I could meet at uni and what new experiences it will bring. But then the irrepressible train of thought returns, "I like where I am at now, why can't it stay like this?" Everything comes to an end at some point. How depressing. I'm going to be a complete mess at my graduation. And my formal. Both events that mark an ending. The year twelve video will probably just about kill me, my year six one still does. How sad. I guess it proves how much I appreciate what I have in my life, and that I don't want anyone or anything to disappear, as much as they always do.
I am now going to force myself to write about happy things, move away from the depressing undertones of the last two paragraphs. Because hey, I almost never actually write in my blog, I always post pictures and videos. Only because of the sheer awesomeness that every single one of my pictures excretes haha. What good things are going to come of the year ending?
I'm sick of endings, and I hate big change. So far there have been three big endings for me; when I moved away from my friends in Tasmania when I was eight, the end of year six moving to Trinity, and the end of year ten when all my friends moved to different colleges. All those endings sucked ass. But of course the optimistic outlook would be, "Yes Tia, but they bring about new beginnings." And I suppose that's true. I can't bear the thought of not knowing the people I know now, and moving to Canberra was imperative for me to do so. The previous point still applies for moving to Trinity, and as for the end of year ten, I reconnected with my current best friends so hey, it's all good, I still keep in contact with everyone. I'm trying to keep all this in mind when I think about year twelve coming to an end. I think about all the new people I could meet at uni and what new experiences it will bring. But then the irrepressible train of thought returns, "I like where I am at now, why can't it stay like this?" Everything comes to an end at some point. How depressing. I'm going to be a complete mess at my graduation. And my formal. Both events that mark an ending. The year twelve video will probably just about kill me, my year six one still does. How sad. I guess it proves how much I appreciate what I have in my life, and that I don't want anyone or anything to disappear, as much as they always do.
I am now going to force myself to write about happy things, move away from the depressing undertones of the last two paragraphs. Because hey, I almost never actually write in my blog, I always post pictures and videos. Only because of the sheer awesomeness that every single one of my pictures excretes haha. What good things are going to come of the year ending?
- My birthday; that is one good example. I'll finally be eighteen and be able to fuck some shit up. This also brings my party. That is going to be epic. Hard to beat last years trip, but I'll give it a good hard go ;)
- November brings around the third season of MISFITS. Now that is something I am eagerly anticipating, regardless of Nathan leaving. On the topic of Nathan leaving, this new guy had better be a damn good replacement, or else they're going to find that their ratings drop. And Rudy (the new character) shouldn't aim to be a copy of Nathan either, that would be tacky and unless he's Robert Sheehan's twin; it just wouldn't work. The Simon and Alisha plot line will hold it together for me when Nathan is gone... I found out Nathan was leaving before I had finished season one, and I thought I'd have to stop watching it. But after season two, I'm content in my fandom :D
- The end of the year brings me six months closer to my AMERICA TRIP. So. Keen. You have no idea how much I want to go there. Also I have a new America goal, I have to get a Simon and Alisha picture in Vegas. See picture below for reference.
So there you go, there's three nice things to come of my year ending. I wonder which side would win on a scale? I would have to say the good side, otherwise I would be the saddest person alive not see that the good things coming outweigh the bad. Who wants to come join me in the adventure called my future?
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