x Kathyn. aka Kat
x 16 years young
x aussie



x leavers Oh.Nine.
x under the name of "supersnail".
x ..music.. addict.
x i talk to myself in italian (which is cool).
x learning to drive.
x speaking my mind occurs often. usually in the form of this blog.
x big blusher.
x me and my over-active imagination.
x loves food.
x and photography.
x band geek with my cool sax.
x incredibly gullable and naive.
x number plates interest me.
x books have overtaken my room.
x romantic in both meanings of the word.

x a LBD
x new pair of shorts
x a car





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One of my New Years Resolutions was to not enter into any "bad" relationships.

Looks like my year is off to a great start then!

(^^that was sarcasm by the way^^)

10:08 am

Has everyone forgotten the golden rule of "mates before dates"!?

Remember "chick before dicks" or visa-versa, depending on your gender?

People! It's like the Bro-Code. You can't break it, or face serious relationship consequences!!

Heed my warning!

2:58 pm

A couple of days ago, I was faced with the single most crippling issue facing society today. Forget rebels in Africa, rouge Pirates, cease-fire or no cease-fire in Gaza, corupt governments, obesity and Britney Spears. We have a new issue facing the world...

Tweens who think they're bigger than they are.

OMG! It's an outrage! How have we as a society let it get this far!?

Now, I sense that some of you are a little confused. I mean, what exactly is a "tween"? Please forgive me, but I am about to attempt what every WADL (Western Australian Debating League) Adjudicator fears most... I'm going to quote the dictionary... *clears voice* According to www.dictionary.com , a Tween (see also Tweenager) is a pre-teenager, generally aged 10 - 12; also youth aged 10 - 14.

So now you get what they are, so next time you see one, you'll be able to pick them out of a crowd. But WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL!? What makes them the single biggest threat to society? Well, back to the moment I was faced with such a threat...

I was on the bus on my way back from Morley after a day of shopping with my dearest brother. So to analyse the situation better, you must understand that neither Morley nor my final destination (home) are exactly the richest suburbs in Perth.... this will be an important point later. And there I was, sitting on the bus, and I realise that in front of me there are 2 tweens, at best guess, around twelve years of age, unaccompanied by a parent/guardian on a bus trip for over an hour at least. Then, I see them examining what they had purchased on their shopping trip. Mascara and lipstick. Ok, so what's the issue? Aren't our youth allowed to buy what they want these days? Well, this was no cheap makeup that you would expect a child to buy, no, we were looking at expensive, designer makeup, that not even my mother would wear. Now, this was beginning to capture my attention. Upon further examination, I found that this odd purchase was not a whim for these children, they already fully knew how to wear makeup, and how did I know? Well their faces were caked with makeup. More than someone my age would wear. And what made the whole situation worse? One of the girls had a Guess handbag. Whether it was fake or not, I could not tell.

Now you really are scratching your heads and asking "SO!?!? What's you're point!?!?". The point is, these Tweens, wait no, let's call them children, so these children are dressing up, wearing makeup, catching buses with a Guess bag in tote. So long ago are the days where our children used to dress up in their mothers' dresses and high heel. And so long ago are the days were our children were innocent, and hadn't been corrupted by corporate inspired materialism.

We now enter an age were our youth no longer are as innocent as they once were. Consider yourselves warned of the impending threat of Tweens.

8:12 pm

Growing up and growing older is a fact of life. And a particularly important concept when you, like my friends and I, reach the point in our lives where we are between children and adults. But as a matter of fact, there is no point. You don't suddenly wake up oneday and realise that you're suddenly an adult, it takes a lot of time and a lot of change.

Legally, 18 is the age that we become adults, but in reality, it happens at all different ages. Some mature earlier, others may take longer. And for some, you may never grow old.

Some my age want to grow up too soon. They are too keen on becoming adults. You should get what I mean.

But on the other hand, you get people who don't want to grow up. Some who'd prefer to stay stuck at this age forever.

I, for one, am I teenager of both. Sure, I'd like to grow up. Legally be able to go out partying (sensibly, of course!). Be able to enter into a mature relationship. Start earning real money. Etc. But at the same time, I wish I could stay frozen at this age. It means school. And my friends. It means not really having to deal with life. It means having things good and stable. It means not having to deal with the consequenses of my actions. It means I can sleep easy with a roof above my head and food on the table 3 times a day plus snacks whenever I feel like it.

7:47 pm

Lonelyness is not only a physical state, but also a psychological and mental state too.

It can range from not recieving a text message back to actually never being able to find someone.

Looking at all the happy couples doesn't help either. Not at all.

P.S. I'm not talking about myself, nor directly anyone I know. I'm just making a blantantly obvious statement. Just for the hell of it.

2:22 pm

Thank Elyon!

I know that statement will mean absolutely nothing to you unless you have read The Circle Trilogy (Red, Black and White) by Ted Dekker. But it really has no relavence to what I'm about to write. I just thought I'd throw it in to mix things up.

I was recently reminded of what Mr Herbert said to his year 10 Science class in 2007 about why we humans reproduce. After an hour of listening to his theories, we concluded that essentially, humans reproduce because of our desire to continue life and make little carbon copies of ourselves. Makes sense. Many would say something different all together, but this is science and quite frankly, I'm more likely to believe facts and data over what we don't actually know exists, ie. God. (Note to readers: Elyon is actually God, just different, because he was actually Justin, then died and came back alive and what not. I know this sounds a lot like Christian beliefs, but trust me, it's slightly different. However readers should note that Ted Dekker is a Christian Science Fiction writer). Anyway, that's not what I'm writing about today. To follow on from Herbert's thesis about why humans reproduce, I would like to offer my own conclusion as to why humans enter into relationships today.

I believe it comes back down to our desire to be wanted and feel accepted. I mean, did cavemen and -woman really date? Did they have such things as dating web-rocks where single cavepeople find and make cavebabies to continue and evolve to the modern day man and woman. Did they hold massive wedding to vow their love for each other, which they already knew about? Did they take long walks down past the dinosaur bones and hold hands? How about blind dates down at the bedrock cafe? I really highly doubt it. Which tends to suggest that there was a reason why our cavepeople reproduced and created the modern day "love". We know for life and wildlife that the herd is only as fast as their slowest member. So what if the same applied to cavepeople groupings, if a woman or man couldn't continue on to the next generation, maybe they were shunned from the tribe? So this has just continued into 2009 where we humans associate happiness with love and saddness with lonelyness. Think about it, we stereotype single middle-aged people as being sad and lonely just because they haven't settled down with a family by that stage. Think about how many books revolve around a 35 year-old man/female in dsperate searc for love because they are still yet to fullfill a typical life dream of falling in love and starting a family. And research shows the same too. Depression is higher in single people. The life expectancy is lower. And these people generally have lower quality of life.

Realistically, we'd all like to think that some day we'll fall in love with our own Prince/Princess Charming, but that's not likely to happen. People spend their whole lives looking for "the one" and never find them, then end up miserable. But that's life. There will always be dissapointments and the like.

Moral of the story: Love is good and hard to come by, so if you find it, hold on to it and never let go.

3:53 pm

It has all begun... and without it even meaning to. There is no signpost on the side of the road that says "Leavers '09: 1 month ahead". No. It's nothing like that. You just suddenly realise that this is it. This is the end of a era, the climax of a generation and the begining of life.

I start to see the signs everywhere now. I see people writing "Leavers '09" on their myspace's and msn's. I put my school text books in my bookshelf, ready for the new year. And I work out which coloured notebook I will want to use for each subject (they're all different colours btw).

But what makes it all even bigger is the quickly approaching Ball. The big she-bang. According to me, it's the second day that a woman will get her opportunity to just feel absolutely beautiful. Behind her wedding day, of course.

And although school hasn't started yet, officially marking the beginning of the new and last year, we all already feel it. We were given the warnings at the end of last year when we were just year 11's. Now look at us. Year 12s. A big jump in just a matter of just over a month.

I sure as hell know that I'm no way near ready for year 12. But I have to be. I will cry a lot this year. I will laugh a lot. I will spend many hours with my dear friends. I will also spend many more hours pouring over text books, studying. I will have some of the best memories in my life. This year will be full of ups, and downs, but hopefully by the end of it, it will have all paid off and we can kick back and say "what a year". I don't have any clue as to how this year will turn out.

But there is one thing I know. I know I will need my camera, tissues, and most importantly, waterproof makeup.

7:14 pm

You start having strange thoughts.

Just like being high.

Except I'm not. Just had a little too many pain killers (not on purpose). I'm not an addict... I just don't like being in pain.

Anyway... these weird thoughts.

Having great, sensitive male friends is good. Yet horrible at the same time.

It makes you have a twisted sense of reality. It fools you into a false sense of security as you begin to think that all guys are as nice to you. Not true. Maybe my dude friends have been around girls long enough to know how to treat them well. I don't know.

But a note to all guys out there: I don't care if you actually don't give a flying rat about mundane things in us girls' lives such as what we did today or what we ate for lunch, but you know, girls like it when you show interest and ask her questions. Even if you don't really care about, just pretend you do. We'll love you for that.

5:12 pm