Beginning in the middle of an ending

"Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song..."

Sometimes the words of George, Paul, John and Ringo, on occasion, can express me,much better than my struggling words of description. My mum's always said that I can never explain myself clearly, and that's why she doesn't understand. But since when do parents understand anyway?

So to beginning this deliciously cliche pot of spoiled wit of a blog, I'm going to explain a few things.
I'll start at the beginning, my title. Right now you're with me, in the middle of the end of a tired old year. Two thousand and nine came quickly, and is practically gone, but I'm here to share with you the beautiful elements I shared with it.

So, the middle is now, the ending is soon and the beginning is this blog for my angry tears to burn, unrequited love interests to fester and unintelligible stories to make a new home perhaps in someone else's judgemental dirty looks.

I've already explained my quote, oh The Beatles, way to dictate my life without even trying. I wrote this little letter the other day, which I'm planning on editing and posting away, possibly to never be read by the only remaining Beatle(Ringo doesn't count though.)

Well, now that that's over with, I can begin to explain myself, or try to, for the purpose of wringing out my guarded emotions. Just so you know, I'll be writing on an irregular basis, just really when I feel, and that way, you can read when you feel like reading, and perhaps we'll sync at some point down the track.

I was inspired to write this by someone who'd probably gawf at the fact that their blog could inspire anyone, but secretly be exceedingly pleased with himself. But also, by a young lady who adores this boy's blog, and is equally inspiring. I don't know either of them THAT well, one of them, not really at all. But I kind of get them, or I at least get why they'd want to write one of these. So for the purposes of my fail at explaining, They will now be known as Jack and Jill, because they're secretly going to get married and live happily ever after one day, even after falling down that hill.

So me, I'm fifteen and pretty happy right where I am, which is why I'm also angry, because I'm not going to be like this for long. As soon as I turn sixteen, I won't be happy about being legal, and getting my L's soon, I'll be completely devastated that I can no longer legally buy children's tickets ever again. So, If I had the ability to turn into a vampire, I'd do it right now, and be fifteen forever :).

OK, so I saw New Moon yesterday and I'm a little taken aback by the cuteness of it all, as much as I loathe it. But I saw it with a fantastic person, who probably made the greatest impact on my life this year, and I thought that maybe I should make a list of all those people who've made me grin a few too many times this year, but this will come in blogs to come, as they all deserve their own one.

So, before I go to a dandy picnic today, with someone who I can only hope will be here to stay (ooh rhyming), I've got a few more things to say (again :D)

*clears throat with an attempt at not sounding annoying*

This year, I've changed. My school, my hair, my weight, the respect people give me, the way I do my make up, my self confidence, my bedroom, my loves and hates, and my friends. But apart from all that, the person inside is still the same, she just chose to shine on a little bit harder. One of the most significant things I've done all year is not done a single thing the same. Sure I've made cupcakes for people's birthdays, but each birthday I'll have different one's, a different design perhaps, maybe a cake instead, or maybe no cupcakes but instead a modest gift as a subtle reminder than although I didn't feel like baking, I still love them all the same.

So, hopefully next year I won't do anything the same again, and my "resolution" is to get past the shit, and bitchy girls, and devastatingly attractive boys, and trashy parties, and really really bad times, and smile. Because, as I epiphinised (side note: use real words, not even) whilst watching the fabulous zooey daschnel in the not so fabulously plot-lined 500 Days of Summer, when she smiled, she really did look beautiful, just as everyone does, just as I told my sister, and what could be better than looking beautiful, all the time?
With this I leave on a light note, happy new year, but before the clock strikes, I urge you to bless you're ears "With a little help from my friends"

"...And I'll try not to sing out of key"