One, Two Freddie's gonna find you!

Okay, I have just been utterly inspired by Tavi's blog work "style rookie" and am absolutely AMAZED!!

I wish I could write like her maybe then I would at least get some comments, I feel stupid as if I am talking to myself which I have heard is not a good sign. It has been pouring today and I stayed inside for what seems like an eternity. I was supposed to go to school soccer, but thought it was useless as I would be coming home looking like I had been caught up in a mudslide (which I am quite surprised the news haven't attempted to frighten us with for this morning there was apparently going to be a cyclone. Which never actually seemed to appear) I'm not looking forward at ALL for school tomorrow. I am pretty sure we are in the library so i am guessing that our work ( My friends and I) will be long forgotten as we search the web for the latest fashion trends and model shoots. Maybe tonight I will finish reading my Frankie magazine and scan the photos to put on my collage wall (have I told you I got a fish for my Birthday, his name is Frankie, he is quite the cute one) mother is shouting at me precisley as I write this I better get off before she pulls the plug, ouch.

An obsession for Fashion.

I WANT a polaroid camera!

No, I don't need it.

I WANT it!

They make you look blemish free

they capture the light as if it were adjusted for that precise photo

they make the picture look old (a rather quaint obsession of mine)

AND they're just soo totally out there and fashionable

that they are also an accessory item!!

Gosh, like who wouldn't want one?

If I were a polaroid camera.

Yes, it may look immature. But it does affect you doesn't it.

This one photo brings more than pretty girls with moustaches

or floating shades and colours to my mind.

It brings back mere memories of my short life.

I may only be fourteen years old, but I still have lived around 5, 110 days.

Imagine how many thoughts, words and memories come out one ear and through the other.

A lot right? Those few selected memoirs that you have literally photographed

and set aside in the back of your mind must have some significant factor in your life.

I often wish I had a mind of a polaroid, maybe then I could have room for more of those dates

and a library of memories set to keep.

"I admit, I just can't butt the cigarette"

I must admit, I have always been interested in magazines.

But, $10.00 for some useless soft-backed book that seems to tear itself apart

when I cast my eyes away from its imprisoned perfect model shoot

to my own imperfect body seems an absolute waste.

That precious $10.00 could have bought me at least three samosas from the Deli.

I admit, I am a hypocrite. I am addicted to them. I just can't butt the cigarette.

First blog. It is going to be good, it just has to be. What should I write about. My life? (boring) Fashion? Magazines? Toilet paper? Elbows? $3.80 samosas? No no, I have an idea! I'll smush these ideas all together, although I doubt toilet paper will be mentioned.. unless, it has pretty 30's and 40's dresses imprinted upon it! So there we go, I've written my first blog for "a tale of a lion!" (wasn't that hard was it!)