typical weekends

Before you proceed to read this excesively large piece of text, I feel that I should warn you that this is almost an account of my weekend, but actually, it's worse, as it's an analysis of my weekend. What can I say, I'm just that kind of person. So I spend this weekend with my family, as per. On Saturday, I went out with them, shopping, grocery shopping and my-birthday-present-two-months-late shopping. I really enjoy spending weekends solely with my family. I've been getting along fairly well with them recently. Merrily. I know most people my age spend every weekend with my weekend, and sometimes I wonder if people think I'm odd or sad, but then I realise/remember that it's okay, because in a couple of years, I'll be leaving for university (ugh) and it'll be like living in a new world, and I'll have all the time in the world and the rest of my life to spend every moment out and about with my friends, but few precious years left with real family fun left. I mean obviously I can go back, and I plan to often, but it won't be the same, because I'm not living with them anymore, if that makes any sense. So sometimes I feel really grateful. Of course I obviously argue with my parents a lot, mostly my mum, because the woman is as argumentive and irritating as people can be, but I love her and she's the most wonderful perrson on earth despite it all, (after my baby sister and just about drawing with my nan) and I'm so blessed to have her in my life, and scratch that to have such a wonderful family, life and oppurtunities in my life. I'm really close to my mum. Of course I don't tell her everything and we argue like cat and dog, but that's not what being close is about, is it? I think our constant arguing shows just how close we are because it never ruins things or changes things. Sometimes I just stay awake thinking how incredibly lucky I am and we all are, and by 'we' I mean the people in my life, like my friends. We have people who love us and feed us, we have a roof over our heads, we go to a school who although are annoying as hell academically, at least want us to succeed in life and give us amazing oppurtunites to make something, anything out of life. Most importantly, I think we're so lucky to have each other. To have people to talk to on the phone late at night, go shopping together, bitch together, however guilty and hypocritical it often makes you feel, people to give advice to and get advice, tell them anything and everything, people to influence us but overall making us better people. I really do think my friends make me better people, each individually for their own reason. I have a best  friend who's so lovely and optimistic and genuinely a very nice person, and you can always count on her to make you feel better about yourself, and I definitely feel these characterisitcs rub off on me. I have another best friend who's quite honest and doesn't really care much what people think of her, and I really admire that about her, and again I think simply being  around her has definitely made me more confident. Of course there are plenty more but those two qualities that I mentioned above are the ones I value most in other people and want most in myself; simply being nice and not giving a shit.

Anyway. That was a bit of a ramble, so I'll carry on with the account. My parents finally bought me a lovely bike, a belated birthday present, and although it's not one of those beautiful Westwood bikes I really admire, I really do love it. However, I feel that biking companies should consider that there are small people in this world! All the really lovely bikes were much too big for me. However I definitely plan on getting one when I'm older, no matter how much it'll end up costing getting it probably custom made for me or edited to fit my height. I don't mind the exterior too much because it's not ugly, it is nice, and it has a lovely wicker basket, custom ordered by my lovelier dad, and bike riding is heavenly. I was so excited after we got home I went on a ride straight away, and I loved it so much, both the bits where I'm trying to push myself to ride faster to build some form of muscle in my legs, and the bits where I'm just amimbly riding along and it's just quite blissful. I went again with my little sister, and I discovered a newly opened vintage store by my house, hurrah! Not a clothes shop, more the pity, but furniture and ornaments, from what I could read without my glasses, are still wonderful if vintage. If I'm being honest, I just really love furniture and ornament shops anyway. So after that, I spent the rest of my saturday doing nothing and just browsing the internet, and before going to bed grudgingly reading two chapters of Biology and doing a paper so I'd feel like I did something productive.

Sunday was a bustling day. I planned it to the minute. I did RS revision, made PE notes, revised 3 chapters of Biology, did two practice papers, did my English homework, and wrote my essay on To His Coy Mistress, so technically only half. However I also took a very long bath, (the bath is also a jacuzzi/has jacuzzi features which was so nice!), and baked chocolate and vanilla whoopie pies, which made the whole ordeal bearable. I think I like baking things more than eating them. I'm trying to cut down on chococlate and sweets, simply because of my teeth. Not my weight. I hate my stomach and I'd love if it were flatter but I'd never bother actually bothering to do anything about it. I just despise people who do exercise to get in shape for summer and bikini's. I quite despise bikini's. I know it's wierd but I feel like I'm going out in my underwear. I just generally don't like beaches, but when going I don't see the need to wear bikini's because I don't sun bathe because I don't need to; natural brown skin tone. I'm not a fan of beaches but I do quite enjoy playing in the sea, with clothes on, and making sandcastles. I'd really like to learn how to surf. I'm writing this because I had a sudden urge to at 1am at night when not being to go to sleep. I'm also going to write till my laptop battery goes so this may drag on for a while. I'm sure nobody is reading by this point, but that's okay, because I don't write for other people, I write for me. Yes, it would be wonderful if one of the many magazines I pester published me, but that not happening wouldn't stop be writing. I really do want to be published though, just for the thrill of seeing my name in print, the confirmation that my writing is good, and a complimentary copy of a wonderful literary magazine is definitely a nice addition to the package.