Oh my.

Well, this blog is awfully dead, is it not? And yes, I am aware I sound like a British person.
So the day before yesterday (Saturday) I finally gave in my submission for the SMH Young Writer of the Year competition. I have to say, that's probably the most effort I've ever put into a short story. I wrote about four drafts, got it checked by three teachers, and made my friends read it as well. Um, if you haven't realise, I'm a person who worries a lot. After checking and rechecking my entry a few billion times, I finally clicked 'Submit'. And that's all. I've been trying to convince myself that's what's done is done but here's a confession - I have this pathetic fear of not being 'great'. I just want my writing to be recognised somehow. But today I came to terms with the fact that there are thousands of other people around NSW who probably entered, and there will only be one winner out of all of them. The rest of them, no matter how fabulous, will 'lose'. So I'm alright with it. Damn, I don't even know why I'm writing this anymore :)

- thelazydreamer

Graphic of the day

Because I am a cat person. Someone once said I WAS a cat. What is that supposed to mean anyway?

Belated Day 10 : Things that annoy me

- assignments
- not having enough time
- my psycho mood swings
- people who gossip incessantly
- maths
- housework
- my mind
- the sound of nails against anything
- people telling me what to do
- many teachers
- people who chew with their mouths open
- people who talk with their mouths full
- many other things that I cannot be bothered listing.

Today's awesome image

cause it makes me laugh.

Day 9 of challenge : Something that stresses me out

Well, der, exams stress me out. But I am more stressed out by performing, though I love it. My insides go crazy, I can't think straight, my ears get blocked for some insane reason. When I sing my voice is so hoarse and I can't quite hit the notes, though I reach them perfectly fine when nobody's watching me. If I'm playing keyboard then my tempo gets completely stuffed up, therefore I can't sing at the right tempo either. I can't walk in a straight line - gosh, it's almost as if I'm drunk actually. When I see people looking at me I want to burst out in tears. But hey, performing is fun. It gives you a massive adrenaline rush. But yes, it still stresses me out.
Adios my dears,
-thelazydreamer

Day 8 of challenge : Something I'm afraid of

You do not want to get me started on how badly I am afraid of spiders. No, I'm not completely arachnaphobic, but OH MY GOSH I am afraid of spiders. They scare the living .... out of me. Just thinking about their bazillion eyes and hairy legs and gaaaaaaah I have to end this post now. Just now that I am afraid of spiders.
 Goodbye.
-thelazydreamer

The beginning of the end. JOKES!

Hey guys, it's been a while since I've blogged. I've had a few assignments due, but other than that, I just haven't felt like going on the computer. My iPod seriously needs an update and this blog is going down the drain. :(
It's 10:30 pm and I never post at this hour. Nevertheless, I feel like this day should be commemorated. It's the 1st of June, and it was exactly one year ago that I became a student of MFHS. Throughout this year I've met a whole range of people, had some of the most amazing experiences, and went through many firsts (does that even make sense?).
I always talk about how great my friends are. I have never met people quite like them.
My creative side has been allowed to grow at MFHS... I think it was Durga who said that MFHS brings out the best in people - it allows people to be someone they never thought they could be. Wise words indeed.
I'm well on my way to conquering stage fright, I've written over fifty thousand words of stories, not to mention the fact that I've been taking my writing way more seriously AND I can now play the guitar.
However, there are a few amazing Brisbane people lacking in my life, and if they were here everything would be perfect. This one year at MFHS means one year away from them, and I hope that they haven't forgotten me just yet. People change, but I hope that they're still the same freaks that I love.
So, my dear internet peeps, appreciate what you have. Make the most of your time, wherever and whoever you are.

Ciao.
-thelazydreamer.