Do you remember the feeling of leaving the hairdressers when you were 8 and absolutely loving your new, short cut fringe? And then when you were 12 and received this exact same cut, you were a bit embarrassed but worked it anyway. 14, you were more than happy to wear a hat to school. Now that I’m 19 you think I would have learnt by now right? I feel like walking around with ID in hand to prove I’m 11 years older than I appear.
And so it begins, just as high school ends. I think I may have to go back a bit before school finished and explain the awkward relationship I started to form with my ex-boyfriend…..let’s call him James. James and I were really never friends, we were more of a pair of tension filled teenagers too embarrassed to talk to each other in person, leaving msn as our only communication. I mean, I had never been in a relationship before but I was 100% sure I had a commitment phobia (oh how naïve I was, past me, what were you thinking) And so as soon as his friends started hinting to me that he liked me, of course I did what any girl would do…..ignored him (I know, how mature of me right? But in my defense….he had a girlfriend at the time) That’s right, a girlfriend and he still liked me! I just had to stay as far away from this drama (how hills of me) and focus on my study! (I love brackets…I feel so Shakespearey speaking in asides) Ok…I have to go to the hairdressers right now! Bad timing or what! But when I return…I guess I will continue.
I guess this is where all blogs begin, right? Introducing the protagonist who sits behind the computer screen slaving over ways to entertain the masses, only this time I wouldn’t call myself entertaining or my lack of followers ‘the masses.’ I first decided to create this blog when I started to realise how much my life was changing. I started to think back about how I got to this point, and well I’m thinking I should introduce myself properly before I get into that. In true Jenifer Garner style (although I must admit I never set eyes upon this show) I think I will use an alias…let’s call me Phoebe, I always liked that name. I am a 19 year old woman (that’s right, woman, none of that ‘girl’ stuff) and I have experienced alot of things in my short life so far that made me personally mature faster than those around me.
I would say it all started when my Mom got diagnosed with breast cancer 7 years ago, that made my entire family grow stronger I think, but I know for sure it made me grow up. I had a pretty great childhood I admit, my two older sisters and I always made up amazing games and went through all the phases 90’s kids could go through! (My favorite was definitely the blow up furniture stage) I remember the day I was left behind, I swear I would have been hiding for 3 hours and no one seeked me out…….ahhh the day my childhood ended, I do not have fond memories of you. But anyway, I apologize for getting off track, I also must apologize in advance for the fact that I am not some A+ English student or journalism major, I am a real person who can’t write for crap but attempts to anyway.
I guess my blog begins from the point in which everything did start to change, I will try to be as honest as possible, so anyone who may stumblr (that was an accident….I meant stumbles, but ‘stumblr’ - ‘tumblr’……cool) across this blog can gain an insight easily. Everything kind of began to change when high school finished, an entire year ago. And the point where I am now?….. my boyfriend of 1 year broke up with me a month ago, which changed everything…….but I’ll get to that later.