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The morning routine of a procrastinating girl

Hi!

I started today as I do every morning; my mum wakes me up and then, right after she has turned the lights on and left for the bathroom, I fall back to sleep again. It’s become a really bad habbit, but those extra five minutes of sleep are the best minutes you could possible imagine. The worst part though, is the fact that in those five minutes of sleep I tend to dream really REALLY good dreams. Dreams of me running a marathon and actually winning, dreams of me having the best breakfast EVER and the unfortunate dream which consist of me going through my morning rutine and finding the perfect outfit for the day.

Not finding my perfectly planned outfit,
I'm such a girl sometimes.

The reason the last dream is particularly bad is the fact that when I then do get up, I have to go through it all again, but this time, NOTHING goes as it should. I find out those five minutes were actually ten, I have at least three new zits, my makeup looks worse than ever and that perfect outfit is NOWHERE to be found.

After what seems like a sprint through the shower and almost ripping my skin out trying to make my hair look, well, not like a horsetail. Yes, you read that right, a horsetail. I put my terrible makeup on, I look through all off the clothes spread across my bedroom floor for something resembling decent clothing and put on whatever shirt or sweater lying on the top of the stack. After trying hard to convince myself of the fact that the science test today will go well and that there is no reason to get myself more stressed, I leave the house at 07.30 looking like someone with a really bad hangover with a backpack over one shoulder and some tired eyes desperately seeking a pair of sunglasses.

My point being for those who can relate to this story; you are not alone, and those of you who live your lives waking up without looking like someone from a zombie movie; thank whatever god you believe in that you are not me and know that there are girls like me out there who really wish to walk in the light as well. 

And that's all you're getting out of me today because I have an assignment with a deadline in about three hours or so and I don't got time for any more of this procrastination. So, er, bye! 

Procrastination

Have it ever occurred to you that when your mother, father or any other ruling figure in your life tells you to do a simple but nonetheless boring task, you instantly find something "more important" or something "better" to do with your time? This thing we do, and lets all admit to it now because it is no reason denying it, where we constantly put of chores and other obligations is called procrastination.

The most common occurrence of procrastination comes from delegations of orders. The worst thing, I suppose, is the fact that procrastination leads to procrastination. Take cleaning for instance, everybody have at some point been told to clean their room. I, as many other teens, hear the never ending complains from my parents everyday. The most common phrase my mother use to describe my ever so slightly untidy room is, and I quote "A bombed whorehouse". I can assure you it does not, and have never EVER looked like one. This I can prove with 2 simple statements that you will just have to take my word for because there is no way of you actually being able to check.

1. There was never any bomb in my room, therefor there is no ash after any fire or any burned clothes or objects.
2. There are no bras lying around, as I believe there would be in a whorehouse. I wouldn't really know but logic and my weirdly functioning brain led me to the conclusion that there would be bras and undergarments lying around in a whorehouse. A bombed one would at least have pieces of it shredded around the room.

I know I got a little off topic but I think it turned out better than, well, the alternative. I should hope so at least. I guess we will never really know so there is no reason to think of what could have been, because it might still become something in the future.

So, by ending this awkward and some what random text (pardon the obvious teen adjectives) I guess I want to give you some peace if you are one of the very many daily procrastinators; you are not alone.

(It suddenly became very depressing.)

Be strong, for yourself and those around you

Those ugly people are all the same
To me they are the ones who bring the pain
I know it's not just black and white
But what they did was not all right

Which is why I'm sitting here alone
Trapped in my house, both body and soul
Because of the way you chose to react
I became the one who was attacked

My armor shines in the suns light
And I thought I could put up a fight
Turns out I am not strong enough
To step up to bullies and to be tough

But I wonder, who it was
Who stabbed me in the back and made sure of my loss
I know it's someone I meet everyday
And i wonder how they can look me in the eye and say
"I'm here for you and I'll always be"
Those are the monsters i never wish to see

But as i sit and write my story, my fear
My true friends shows me that they care
And for those few I am forever grateful
So for them I will be strong and fateful

And last, but not least I give my thanks to you
Who read this boring piece all the way through
Hope your day was better than mine
And that this will inspire you to shine

He hit me today

Hi.
No funny or witty comments today. Just me. Hurt and alone in my room.  Feeling sick just thinking about what just happened. I didn’t blame him for the first hit. I deserved that one. The second one on the other hand was totally out of line and I can still feel the burn on my cheek.

Drying my tears and blowing my nose.

Shaky hands and a stuttering voice.

A punch in the stomach from a slap on the face.

An image shattered and nothing can replace.

The feeling is strong but weak is what it is.

Unable to feel safety from an enemy’s kiss.

Deep breaths and now sore eyes.

Writing down so the next time wont be a surprise.

I didn’t get it before; how it could happen.

Didn’t get why they started rappin’.

Why not just say it as it is?

He hit you, he meant it, and he did not miss.

But now that it is real.

How come it’s not just the hurt that I feel?

The betrayal of trust and the lingering emptiness.

Is scary as hell when you can’t even confess.

I won’t tell. At least not now.

I love him to much and and I don’t know how.

How I would feel if he left my life

And how I would feel if he knew I wrote it down to send to his wife.

I know many of you out there feels the same, 

I guess I figured I'd give a helping hand. 

Don't know why it became a poem. 

Just know that when the feeling is strong enough to cave in, you should keep on going.

Good luck, may it be better than mine. <3

13 Reasons Why -> You Should Read This Book

The book is deeper and more mind shattering than anything ever written before. It leaves you with soar eyes, from wiping away tears and the need to hug someone just to make sure they know how you feel about them. The heart breaking story of Hannah Baker and all her reasons/encounters the last few years of her life. Leaving only a shoebox filled with tapes explaining why, on the doorstep of the very confused classmate, Clay Jensen.

Hi! As you might have guessed it is not a book with that happy ending we're all longing for. There is no knight in shining armor coming for the rescue. There is only the thirteen tapes left behind to be sent forward to the next person in line to share the guilt and blame of the suicide of one unfortunate classmate. This is Thirteen Reasons Why aka Baker's Dozen: The AudioBiography of Hannah Baker. And here are 13 reasons why you should read this book;

1. You'll regret it if you don't and you know it!
2. The book will leave you with questions worth thinking about.
3. You'll be glued to it until your finished. (You might not be able to let go afterwords either) 
4. It is beautifully written and imagined. (Though really scary!)
5. You get to know all the little (and big) rumors going around this town.
6. You'll get to see just how vicious secrets and rumors can be.
7. It's a love story like no other! (And yes it is a love story, just not the kind you'd imagine)
8. You'll have the best and worst time reading it!
9. You'll understand why what YOU do matters.
10. No book will ever have as much impact on you like this one will. (It doesn't matter if you're a boy or a girl.)
11. It is a pure work of art.
12. Hannah's story is worth listening to.
13. And so is Clay's.

You can hear Hannah's tapes at Hannahsreasons.blogspot.com.

The Indigo Spell -> The whole first chapter

Hi!!!

Guess what I just found out? Richelle Mead has released the entire first chapter of her third book in the Bloodlines series, The Indigo Spell! Just knew I had to share it with you all, especially because it's so God damn nerveracking and will make the next months of waiting into pure torture. She doesn't reveal much, but it's still worth the time. Check it out here -> http://www.scribd.com/doc/102759112/THE-INDIGO-SPELL-by-Richelle-Mead-Bloodlines-3-First-Chapter 

The indigo spell -> sneak peak

Hi!
Got my hands on the first page of the Indigo Spell. Someone typed the whole first chapter to share with everyone, but it was taken down due to copyrights, though some of it remains. And how did this person get a hold on this you ask? Well, you see in some of the Golden Lilly books the 1 chapter of the sequel was released but Richelle Mead has planned on releasing the chapter online, though, not quite yet. Here is what I got a hold of ->

This wasn’t the first time I’d been pulled out of bed for a crucial mission. It was, however, the first time I’d been subjected to such a personal line of questioning.
“Are you a virgin?”
“Huh?” I rubbed my sleepy eyes, just in case this was all some sort of bizarre dream that would disappear.
My history teacher, Ms. Terwilliger, leaned closer and repeated the question in a stage whisper: “I said, are you a virgin?”
“Um, yes…”
I was fully awake now and glanced uneasily around my dorm’s lobby, making sure no one was around to witness this crazy exchange. I didn’t have to worry. Aside from a bored-looking desk attendant on the far side of the room, the lobby was empty, probably because no sane person would be up at this time of night. Ms. Terwilliger had woken me with a phone call five minutes ago, demanding I meet her here for a “life or death” matter. Her interrogating me over my personal life wasn’t quite what I’d expected.

Don't really know what to make of it but excited nonetheless!

The Indigo Spell -> Blurb

HIIII!
I got BIG news! The blurb from The Indigo Spell, book three in the Bloodlines series, has just been released! Check it out --->

"After an event that changed Sydney and Adrian’s lives forever, Sydney struggles to draw the line between her Alchemist teachings and what her heart is urging her to do. Then she meets alluring Marcus Finch, a former Alchemist who pushes her to rebel against the people who raised her. And when Sydney comes face to face with an evil magic user, she finally begins to embrace the mysterious magic she knows she holds within . . ."

Don't you just want to scream!? We'll have to wait until 12th of February 2013 for the book release but with this sneak peak I don't think I'll manage much longer!!! Aaahhh, really looking forward to this!!!