In the afternoon we had French and Art. (I took Art, History and Drama for my 3 GCSE Options, as well as all of the normal subjects as in Maths, English and Science. We’re also made to do French, RE (catholic school) and short-course PE.) I really can’t get to grips with French, it’s so confusing, when somebody asks me a question in French I always freeze-up and forget what to say. Art, however, was awesome.

Our current project is ‘Woodland’, we draw things like leaves, pinecones, leaves, sticks, berries, etc. We’re also allowed to do photography in it, which I am extremely excited about as I adore Photography! The other day I went out to what was an old Mental Asylum which has been turned into a Wedding Reception (It’s a beautiful old building) which is surrounded by these really nice green grounds, so I took loads of photos.

I then went to this shut-down morgue- it was all overgrown and really creepy, so I took loads of pictures there. THEN I finally went to this old crumbling house which was empty and boarded up, so I took a few pictures there, but I didn’t spend long as I didn’t want people to think I was attempting to break in or something haha- all of the windows that hadn’t been boarded up had been broken- probably people trying to get in them.

Drama is really good- but we already have to write a 500 word evaluation.. FML. I’ll probably do that later today. I started it on Thursday but I gave up, too much effort! Plus I wasn’t in the mood. I’ll explain why later. Art is amazing, but kind of difficult. Every single Art lesson we have, we get given a load of homework- that takes about 3hours each. Fabulous …

Also, my Aunt (mums’ sister) has ovarian cancer- most likely terminal. It’s spread. She said she felt pains in April (freakin’ April, I know!) but she didn’t liek to tell anybody because she didn’t want to make a fuss. She was taken into hospital to have fluids drained off of her and stuff- she’s had a biopsy to see whether it’s ovarian cancer of bowel cancer- but they said it’s looking like ovarian. They said ovarian cancer is the silent killer- you don’t get symptoms until it’s too late.

And to top it all off – my great-grandma has just found out she has bowel cancer. She’s like, 89, so she’s done well, but it’s still terribly sad. And my aunt- the worst part is that she thinks she’s going to be fine, she’ll get out alive, she’ll go back to being herself. But me and my mum both know it’s probably, not going to end like that. And it’s so sad. :[

Sorry to end on a depressing note …

Talk soon!

- Georgia x

I’m so glad it’s the summer holidays now – Turkey next week. I need a holiday. Really badly – haha. Kate was meant to be coming, but her dog did something to its (back - I think) leg, and they have to stay at home for at least 6 weeks to look after it, as it has to be helped pretty much everywhere. Plus Kate needed her passport to be updated and she didn’t notice until 3 weeks until the holiday – and by then it was too late.

Last Thursday, I went to Kempton Market. Me and my friends Aimy and Tom came too – we found the benefit make-up stall, and I couldn’t decide what make-up to get. It was either £10 per piece, or 3 for £25. So Aimy got a blusher, I got a LemonAid eyelid primer – and I couldn’t decide the 3rd piece of Make-Up.

Eventually i picked the ‘BadGal Lash’, but when I left the stall I checked the packaging and everything, and it was a fake. I didn’t think he’d let me swap it, but I went back and asked – and he did! I was so happy, haha. And then we got the bus back, got some Cookie Dough from Pizza Hut and walked back to Toms’ house. So overall a good day xD

Yesterday Tom came over – it was so funny, I was planning on making some Snickerdoodles (geeky I know – they’re like plain sugar cookies, rolled/coated in Cinnamon and more Sugar) so Tom helped – we had to wait for 5 hours for the dough to harden in the fridge, it was so annoying! But we took loads of videos and pictures in Tescos, haha. People were probably like ‘What the hell are those kids doing …’ Lmao!

I’ve filmed a vlog, and I’m half way through editing. It’s so much effort to edit it! But oh well – I have to do it, or my subbers will get angry, haha.

Well I’m off now – I’ll update later, if I remember. I should do as I do have lots of time on my hands at the mo.

-Georgia x

Haha, it was hilarious – over the skatepark this girl had a go at my mum for letting Alfie off of his lead – she was French, and she said “Can you call your dog! My daughter, she does not like dogs!” So my mum was like, “Well don’t sit in the middle of a bloody dog walking park then!” Oh it was hilarious. Then this woman started calling my mum a cow and mooing and Kate goes “Well done my love, you know your farm animals then!” Haha.

Brighton was awesome – Mum was talking to Tom and she mentioned Brighton and Tom said he wanted to come – so he did! We took tons of pictures and I bought loads of sweets – Well, a dummy thing, a stick of rock and some Honeycomb … but y’know. It was cool anyway ^_^

I had to go for a filling today – I was panicking so unbelievably much, but when he put the injection in I was fine – and the injection wasn’t even that bad. I came out grinning, which I was rather surprised about!

People have been annoying me recently. I’ve had a huge fall out with one of my friends for being friends with a girl who used to bully me and isn’t particularly liked. I don’t want to mention any names, so lets call her – Louise … And the girl that I fell out with, lets call her Sophie.

I used to be bullied in year 8, by a gang of girls and a few boys in my year. Louise, who was then part of the gang used to bully me, i believe, the worst. We used to be really close in year 7, then she just suddenly turned. It seemed that when one person started on me, everybody else joined in, so it was a case of either bull-georgia-clark-or-we-will-bully-you-too. I’m not gunna lie, Louise probably going to read this, but who cares? She has changed.

Anyway - she used to bully me, but then she found out how upset I got, she  pulled me aside when everybody still disliked me, and really apologised. She said she didn’t know how I upset I was, and she hoped I could accept her apology. So I did. She was genuine, and when the other girls were made to apologise to me at the beginning of year 9, only 1 out of the 4 girls were genuine.

So me and Louise have been good friends throughout Year 9. All of a sudden, people thought she was a ‘bitch’, and she had nobody. I know what you’re thinking – ‘serves her right’ – but it honestly doesn’t, I know what it feels like to be targeted and disliked by pretty much everybody. So then, me and Louise became closer. I’m really good friends with her now – and most of my friends dislike that.

So the other day – one of my close ‘friend’, Sophie and her best friend, laughed at the fact that a boy that I liked didn’t like me. I don’t care if he reads this – it was pretty obvious that I liked him anyway. She always called me fat, claiming it was a ‘joke’, and genuinely didn’t seem to like my presence. Sophie’s best friend said something really nasty about Louise, so I thought I would tell Louise - she had a right to know.

Sophie then proceeded to have a go at me for telling Louise, even though Sophie and her best friend appeared to be picking on me all week. So she’s allowed to do something nasty to me – but when I do something that isn’t even that bad, it looks like I’m the bad guy? Anyway, I can’t be bothered to say ‘so she said, I said’ blah blah blah, so I’m going to put a script. I can’t fully remember what was said, so I’ll write what I think was said as accurate as I can.

Sophie: Georgia, why did you tell Louise about what my best friend said?

Me: Why not? She had a right to know?

Sophie: Ever since you’ve been friends with Louise, you’ve changed so much.

Me: You just can’t stand the fact that I’m friends with Louise, she deserved a second chance, like everybody does – I’ve noticed that you’ve been such a fucking bitch to me recently!

Sophie: You’re pathetic. [walks off]

Me: You can fuck off, I don’t need you.

Some of my friends have been excluding me recently, and even other people have been noticing it. Then somebody asked my friend if I had kissed my friends ex boyf, and she said that I had, when I hadn’t touched the boy - my parents were furious – my dad still isn’t happy, and this was a week ago.

I’m really not looking forward to Monday. Somebody said to me “Everybody will forget about the arguments over the half term, and we can all start a new.” I haven’t forgotten, and I’m certainly not prepared for a ‘fresh start’. Only about 6 weeks to go until the summer holidays – thank god! …

Speak later.

Georgia x

On Saturday I went shopping to Westfield – It was awesome! I got a Hollister top (my first ever garment of clothing from Hollister, haha), Ultra- ARGH MY DOG IS LEANING ON MY ARM AND ITS REALLY BUGGING ME. Sorry, I just had to say that. He’s breathing heavily into my thigh now, it’s very annoying, lmao. ANYWAY.

I got UltraBland Cleanser from Lush, a burger king and 2 pretzels. I bought a Cinnamon and Sugar Pretzel, and Sami bought a Salt pretzel, but she didn’t want it so she gave it to me ;D And yesterday I went to a park with a little water park because today, yesterday and Saturday has been so hot.

I want to mention a boy here, but if I do, then everything will be obvious … Lets just say, I like a guy, and it appears that he likes me. ;D

Speak later.

- Georgia x

I had another dream again, when I went back to sleep – but surprisingly – nobody died … I don’t think … I remember being in some castle or something and then we got transported to Spain and to this market, with my best friend Olivia, my friend David and a load of randomers .. Oh and then I was looking for You Me At Six music in the castle (probably because I was looking for music on YouTube yesterday)

One of my mums friends keeps dreaming about death too – so maybe it’s just a coincidence. I read up about it and it said that maybe I’m missing somebody who died, somebody is going to die or someone is pregnant/going to get pregnant … Oohhh. I wonder if any of my aunts are going to get pregnant!

Anyway – I forgot to tell you guys something. On Wednesday Night I think, I had another dream about my friends’ friend, even though I’ve never spoken to her in my life. Basically I saw the girl – her name is Laura – and she had a blank expression on her face, and was really pale.

I vaguely mentioned her to Olivia, and olivia said “Oh, Laura B——-?” and i said, Yeah. She then casually said “Oh, she died last week, didn’t I tell you?” and I was like, No? What did she die of? Then olivia said, “Terminal breast cancer.” … She’s only 13? Why would she get that?

So yeah. Another weird dream about death … Anyway I’m gunna go now, I need to get last nights’ pollen out of my hair and I need to eat something, I’m really hungry

Georgia x

Here is a picture of my eyes.

Hay fever

I can’t remember what night it was .. it was around, Monday? I think? And I dreamt I got hit by a car. This is what happened …

The Car-Crash

I stepped out of my hairdressers, and because it was right on quite a busy road, i needed to cross the road. The road was quite tightly packed, and nobody was coming on my left. I ran to the middle, and almost got hit by a car that was coming on my right. He beeped me up. It was either a blue or red car, but I think it was a little blue car.

I walked really slowly in front of it to annoy it, so it beeped at me some more and revved up its engine. I thought he was just revving up his engine to get me to walk faster, so, of course, I walked even slower. BIG mistake. He started accelerating, so I quickly flew onto the bonnet of his car.

I was screaming and hitting the bonnet saying (sorry for the language) “WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING?! STOP IT! STOP IT!!” , So he suddenly broke and I went flying off his car, and my heart was pounding so loud that I could hear it and it was bashing against my ribs so much that it hurt and woke me up …

This next dream was Thursday night. I can’t really remember what happened – but I know the basis of it.

The Aero-plane crash

I was in the Caribbean (Where I went on holiday in 2008 – end of Year 7) and we were about to go home. Miley Cyrus was getting on our plane (It sounds ridiculous I know) and there was a rumour going around that some terrorists were going to attempt to blow up the plane she was on – my plane, too …

I remember I was screaming and telling my mum that we can’t go on, and she was saying “It will be fine, stop panicing!” (I think she was reassuring me because before we went to the Caribbean, my mum hadn’t been on a plane in ages and was a little bit worried, so I was thinking back to when I reassured her that everything would be fine, even though I hadn’t been on a plane before in my life)

Then the next thing I knew was, the terrorists were pushing us along with sticks telling us to get on the plane, so, stupidly, we did. They then took over the plane and poured Poison into the engine (thinking of our previous English topic – Hamlet – where Claudius pours poison into King Hamlets’ ear) even though I have no idea how it would affect it.

I don’t remember the plane crashing, but I remember that when I woke up (in my dream, not waking up in real life) I was in the Jungle, surrounded by people dead, palm trees, vines, etc. For some reason there was a man cutting down a tree above my head, and he slipped – the tree fell down and stopped about 15cm in front of my face and i thought, “Thank GOD. If that tree went through my eye, I would be-”

And then it went through my eye. (About a week before hand, I watched Final Destination 2, and the tree part was EXACTLY the same as Evans’ Death. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, just watch this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlHH3EMP0ow )

Tonight’s Dream

I was in the street with my mum and dad, and my dad was really tired. I think my mum got hit by a car, and suddenly disappeared, but in the back of my mind, I knew she was dead.

So I went up to bed, and the next morning I woke up, I legged it downstairs, and my dad was drinking alcohol, because he was so depressed, but for some reason, he didn’t tell me this, but I knew somehow for sure that he didn’t remember yesterday.

He said to me, “Morning. You okay?” and I screamed, “NO!”, horrified that he was acting like normal. So he casually said, “Where is mum?” and I said, “I don’t even know, okay?!” and ran out the back door. I was so upset that I couldn’t cry and I was retching. I was screaming hysterically and thinking to myself, “Why does it have to be MY mum? I wish I could speak to her now, oh my god I miss her so much!”

I suddenly had a flashback to when we were in the car (which is strange because yesterday my mum was talking about death, writing wills [probably triggered part of the dream] and her mum – my nanny – who died 3 years ago in august) and my mum goes “What will you do when I die, Georgia?”

I said (god know’s why) “Well, the first thing I would do it take all of your clothes!” and I sat down on the floor in the garden, now crying and screaming thinking, “Why the hell did I say that? Why didn’t I tell her that I didn’t want her to die?!”

And then I woke up. I woke up and I didn’t know if my mum was actually dead, so I started crying, tears rolling down my face, and I got out of my bed and ran into my parents room, saying “Mum?” and she said (because of the whole swollen eyes thing, last time my eyes were swollen i couldn’t open one in the morning, and mum said that if I can’t open them and I’m scared, then I can just go into my parents’ room and get her – as I said, I’ll explain the whole eye fiasco later on) “Do you want me to help with your eyes?” and I said. “No, my eyes are fine .. I just had the worst nightmare ever (because my parents know about my reoccurring bad dreams)” and started hysterically crying.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see and hug my mum.

Swollen Eyes

As some people may know, I have really bad hay fever. Like, really bad. One time when I was in year 6 or 7, my eye swelled up really bad that I couldn’t see properly, and when I woke up in the morning, my eyelashes were stuck together (as i said earlier).

Well, yesterday I stupidly went out from about 4:00PM until 6:30PM in my garden playing with my dog and tennis ball because I was so bored. I forgot that at around 6:00PM+ pollen is in the air, and its about then my hay fever affects me really badly. So it was a bit of a stupid idea to sit on the grass, go by the tree, etc. Which I all did.

Last night my eyes were swollen so badly I went to bed early. If I remember, I’ll upload a picture later today. Now I’ve woken up this morning, because I’ve been crying and rubbing my eyes, my left eye is now almost completely closed, and I can barely see out of it. God I hate hay fever.

Anyway – its my birthday on Monday, and I can’t wait until that. Let’s just hope it doesn’t rain, my eyes aren’t puffy and I don’t die, eh! Haha. Speak later;

Georgia x

I was crying on webcam earlier, and she didn’t even notice. Oh you know what, what the hell. She won’t read this. I’m just going to completely say what I feel. I feel left out, this happened with the last boyfriend. It’s like, for Christs’ sake, do I not exist anymore? Boy boys boys. Yeah, sure I talk about boys, but I don’t spent all my time with them and isolate my friends.

Her ex-boyfriend (they broke up last weekend) still hasn’t gotten over her (obviously) and this new ‘friend’ is totally being rubbed in his face. Of course I am happy for my friend, but as I said, I don’t want to be forgotten and only spoken to when needed.

Sorry, but I really needed to let that all out. I’m going shopping tomorrow, for Olivia’s little birthday gathering/party thing, on the 18th April (I think) … I’m looking forward to it. We’re apparently going shopping to London on the day aswell as have a sleepover and a party. My birthday on the 26th April – I’ll be 14 … Time is flying by … Spanish GCSE at the end of May. Oh God, shoot me now!

Last week I took my dog for a 3 hour walk down the river … Passed some places with loads of Graffiti – there was a little hut with loads of beer cans and stuff in it. My legs ached like hell though! Here is a pic from the graff hut.

Ghost

Write soon …

Georgia. x

The other day in PSD we had to go onto www.careers.gov.uk or something, to look at different jobs. I got bored, so I looked up ‘Photography Ideas’ and I found a huuuge list of ideas. And, I typed up a ‘Photography To-Do List’ .. Let’s see how long it takes me to complete it! xD

The ‘boy’ situation is looking up … Unfortunately I can’t say on here … For obvious reasons xD    All day, I’ve had Mr Brightside by The Killers in my head all day … God knows why. It’s just been going round … and round … and round … and WON’T SHUT UP. DDD:

I think my hay fever is coming back. It’s March on Monday and I woke up today with a blocked throat, and in the past 10 minutes my ears and throat have been really itchy and I keep sneezing. GODDD I HATE HAY FEVER!

Anyway. I think I’m gunna go now – going to test out some Photoshopping skills xD

Georgia x

I feel invisible to you.

Don’t you just hate it when somebody suddenly turns their back on you? When suddenly, you’re just not important to them? When you’re forgotten, and sometimes feel invisible to them. Friends are forever, boyfriends aren’t …

I have a sudden obsessions with Three Days Grace. They have always been one of my favourite-favourite bands but recently, I downloaded their debut album (that I didn’t have) and I’ve been listening to them for 2 days, solid … Don’t know why. I guess some of the lyrics kind of apply to me.

I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you

I could be fake
I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you

I am who I am. I don’t care if you hate me – I’m not going to change to fit in with you and your little ‘group’.

On Saturday, I went to Kate’s – You know Kate – I’ve mentioned her here before. I took loads of ‘Professional’ pictures – I’m hoping to go somewhere tomorrow and take some more pictures, maybe some cloned pictures or maybe just Artistic pictures.

 Miss Aniela’s photography is currently very inspirational to me – I have decided that for my GCSE I am going to be taking Art, Drama and either Graphics or Textiles.

When I am older I would like to be a Photographer, so I was told that I should take subjects that show my creativity. In our school, you can only take one Technology, so I don’t know whether to take Graphics – which would help me edit my pictures but then, I don’t find Graphics very enjoyable) or Textiles, which will also show my creative side, but it apparently includes ALOT of hard work …

No strange dreams recently. If I do though, I will be sure to include it in my next blog

Speak later.

- Georgia x

Excuses.

Spanish MOCKS are really putting pressure on me – I have probably said this before, but I really do think that we are waaay too young to be taking our GCSE’s. I’m in Year 9 for goodness’ sake! Our teachers said to us that we will be getting less homework so that we can revise – what a load of shite that was …

I had the scariest dream the other night. This is what happened …

The Dream

Does anybody remember Josef Fritzl? Well if not; he was the man that imprisoned his daughter in a celler for nearly 24 years and fathered sven children with her. Anyway – on with the dream. I was in a Primary school just down the road to where I live – I was in a familiar classroom, with a till in it (god knows why) and I wasn’t alone.

I looked to my right and I saw a very thin man with a hat on, with piercing eyes and long fingers. He was threatening to do things to me – I was begging him not to. He said I had one phone call, so I decided to phone the Police. All of a sudden, Olivia came through the door. I started screaming, saying that he was following me, and all she said was “So what? It’s a paedophile. Big deal.”

So then she decided we had to go, so we left the classroom and were suddenly in Tesco’s car park. There was snow on the ground – but more like sludge, when the snow is melting and cars have driven over it. I thought it was just Olivia and I, but when I looked behind me, Josef was still limping after us. I was reall scared by now.

So we ran back to my house, opened the door and went inside. Somehow, he had got into my house. I have forgotten what Olivia said but in the spur of the moment, I pushed Josef into my garden and locked the door. And that was when I woke up.

I have the strangest dreams – I remember when I was about 11 – in Year 7, when I had the scariest dream I have ever had in my life. Before I went to sleep, I saw a very haunting picture. 

I suddenly woke up. It was quiet. I looked around –  only to find that I was in the centre of a dark, dingy and haunting Grave Yard. I look up, and about 5feet off the ground, saw a ghost – she looked sad, lonely, and I didn’t know what to do. Should I ignore her and pretend that I hadn’t seen her? Or should I try and be friendly, and shout up ‘Hello’? I decided that she might be vicious, so I ignored her.

I looked away, but when I looked back she was staring at me with sharp eyes – my heart skipped a beat and my blood went cold. She came flying down to me, screaming her lungs out. She didn’t stop, until she was about 1cm away from my face – and that was when I woke up.

This is the picture that triggered the dream.

The Location

Georgia. x

To be honest, I feel happier wearing a Cross all the time. I try not to take it off – not even for PE. I feel lost without it …