8. A Letter To Someone: Part 1

I'm finally going back to the 31 Day Challenge!

And the first task of 2012 was to write a letter to someone. I decided that instead of just one letter, I would write two, each for a different recipient and each for a different purpose.

Last night, I wrote the first letter. I don't really feel like getting into detail regarding who it's for, what it's about, or when they're going to get it, so I'll just say this:

It was a letter than needed to be written just as much as it needs to be read. It is probably one of the most important letters that I have ever written, and when the person that it belongs to receives it, they'll know. Actually, now that I've said it, they'll know that it's important the second I hand them the three page, once folded over, little story of mine. I'm glad that I've written it, and I'll be glad when the person has read it, but for now, I am as nervous as all hell. Still, it simply has to be done. In those three short pages that I ripped out of my brand new exam pad, and scribbled down my ramblings, is nothing more and nothing less than the good, honest truth. I think that everyone should write letters of truth once in a while. I've written mine, the first one that another human being will read, and hopefully it will be worth it.

The second letter that I have chosen to write hasn't been written yet, which is why this is Part 1 of the "Letter to Someone" task. I don't know when I'll get around to writing it, but it should be soon; I may even start it now. When it's done, I'll post an entry about my thoughts, feelings, and intentions behind the letter. I would have left posting the details of the task until I was done with the second letter, but I felt as though I owed you (whoever you are) a new entry.

To be continued...

Living Well Is The Best Revenge

Today was mood-swing Saturday. First I was bored, then I was door-slamingly angry for no apparent reason, now I'm in a "get shit done and take no prisoners" mood.

It's only when your poison spreadsInto the life you hope to liveAnd suddenly you wake upIn a shaking panic, now
You set me up like a lamb to slaughterGarbo ask the farmer's daughterUnbelievable the gospel according to whoI lay right down
All you sad and lost apostlesHum my name and flair their nostrilsChoking on the bones you toss to them
I'm not one to sit and spin'Cos living well is the best revengeBaby, I am calling you on that.

Chapter 2012

Hello everybody. I do hope you all had a fantastic festive season, Merry Christmas, Happy New Years and whatnot. I am officially back in the swing of things in terms of my blogging, so you should be expecting a new post much more frequently from now on, but perhaps not every single day, but you know what? It would be great if  you dropped by every once in a while to check on things. If I don't post, it's because I have been lost in the sea of all the design homework that I have due on the first way of school, and I do apologise. I really can't bear to think about Design right now, so let's move on.

Boys and girls, the future is now. This is it. 2012.

Wow.

2012 is going to be a hugely important year in my life, probably one of the most important in the greater scheme of things. It's the first year without Harry Potter, my last year of high school, my last year as a child (according to law), my last year living at home (assuming I get into one of my desired universities), my last year with many of the kids I go to school with, many of whom I love dearly, my last year with my Design class, maybe even my last full year in South Africa for quite a while if all goes to plan (there are many variations of the plan, some involve leaving if I can, you know how it is) and, of course, come 21 December, we might all just, y'know... Kaput.

It seems as though this year marks the end of many things. Many things which I will miss so much more than I can imagine right now, things which I truly love with all my heart. Things which- Ah screw it, good riddance bitches!

Just joking.

This year is also going to be the best year of my life, so far! I am determined to make sure of that! No more childish drama that the previous years have brought with them. No, no more immature cat fights. This year, I will make it my mission to make my fights worthwhile, kick ass and take names! Bitch slaps heard around the world and all that grownup stuff!

Just joking.

Okay, I'm really messing up this whole "What I'm Hoping For in 2012" entry, so I'm just going to do this:

I am experienced enough to know that one can in no way plan exactly what is going to happen in the year ahead, and that things very rarely go according to plan. I am young enough to still hope for perfection. And I am hoping that I am grown up enough to be able to see perfection in imperfect situations.

Friends, there are 366 days in 2012, which means you have one extra day. Make it count.