Guess Who's Back, Back, Back...

Agh! It's almost been two months! God, so long and I really can't apologise enough.

I need to say a big huge sorry to everyone who has been reading my blog. I have been so so busy that I just haven't had the time to tell you about anything.

So, here goes, a huge catch up. As I'm writing this, it's snowing and it's now my first official day of the Christmas Holidays...

But how'd I get there?

I'll start on the first weekend of November. Me and my friend (who's blog is here, and it's totally amazing and you should check it out. Actually, saying that, it's probably only you who's reading this- and it's probably not a good thing to be stalking your own blog, so hey...)- we went to the zoo. It was so much fun!

I mean, it's great to spend time with family- but actually being there with a friend was a completely new experience. I had so much fun, and the whole weekend was a blast.

Then came school- which was the hardest part. That is what has been taking up my life for the past six weeks. School. Homework. Tests. Repeat. It's so boring, and now it's getting a lot harder. I mean, two hours AT LEAST per night of homework. Who would want to do that to us?

Of course, with that there have been many happy memories. And I have to say that the best ones came this week. The last week of term.

Have you ever seen those really adorable quotes on Tumblr about friendship? How everyone is so close, and most people wish they were that Tumblr? This week, everyone's Tumblr dreams have come true.

We're all so close, and it's amazingly adorable. We had a party in the dark, we did Just Dance (where we totally broke the rules but who cares?) we went bowling, we gave out Christmas presents... Need I go on?

So I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you. And I guess that my message for you all in today's post is that whatever the hell is going on with your life, whatever the hell is going on at school, or at home, or just in general. Although life might seem really really bad or whatever- there's always going to be someone who will just stay there.

For me, there's not just one person. There's twelve of them.

So thank you.

Now I'm off school, and it's snowing, and I plan on having the best Christmas ever. Yes, Netflix is calling. However, this is my last free Christmas, because next year I'll be revising for mocks (ew). So my other message to myself and to anyone who's reading this: make the most of it. Do what you want, go along with things you wouldn't usually, try something new, stay out late, binge watch, just do something new.

Have fun!

God, that sounds so cheesy- and looking back I now see why everyone calls me the 'motivational speaker'. But seriously, don't hold back.

I will try and keep you updated over Christmas. I'll let you know what stupid things I get up to.

Fly on, because nothing (not even snow) should hold you back...

Luce xx

PS: My song of the post is weird, and I would never usually reccomend something like this. But, basically I was watching TFI Friday (the one with Martin Freeman in it) and on the end Idris Elba was on. The wierd thing is, he has an album out- but he doesn't sing on any of the tracks. Well, the first song on that album was on the show and I loved it! Well, actually, I don't like the rap part, but I love the 'yeah' part- if that makes sense. So yeah, check it out, here it is:

Murdah Loves John- Wretch 32 and Tanika
(I can't find it on youtube, but you can get it on Spotify!)

PPS: IT'S SNOWING!!!

PPPS: Hey, if that snow gets on your face, who cares? You are a snow queen, and you are the best snow queen that has ever graced this earth (except from maybe Elsa...)

Pressure, Pressure, Pressure

Hello, it's nice to be back on here again. So much has gone on, and honestly, it's difficult to keep up with it all.

School. School, and, guess what? School. Don't get me wrong, it's great to learn and it's great to get a job and a life and all of that. But I'd also quite like to have a life now. Homework has been ridiculously heavy, over two hours a night. And what's worse is the teachers expect you to do all of this and more. I mean I worked it out that I end up doing school work for about 12 hours of the day. I need to sleep as well, and I need to get out.

It's actually ridiculous. And the amount of tests we have as well, it's like we have no time to learn what we need to know for these tests in the first place.

One of my friends explained this really well. It's like an equation triangle. In one space, you've got homework, another you've got sleep, and in the last one you have a social life. You can't have all three, you can only have to.

So it's either sleep and social life, social life and homework, or the obvious one- homework and sleep.

Luckily, I now have a break. A week, to be exact. And I couldn't be more grateful.

(Of course I have homework to do during this 'break', but hey, let's not get onto that...)

For the first time in a long long time, I feel more grown up than I felt in school, being bossed around by teachers, or ruled by homework. I'm getting a train on my own for the first time, and I know it sounds little but I finally feel responsible for something other than school.

I just wanted to thank everyone who's put up with me. This is harder than I thought it would be, so god knows how we're going to survive the next two years.

Somehow, we'll find a way. I know it.

Fly On, please, just fly on

Luce xx

PS: My song for you this time is Trees by Twenty One Pilots.

PPS: Always remember that you need some down time, get your homework done and everything but please- have a life, have a hobby, have someone. It'll help you.

PPPS: You're doing great, trust me. :)

White blood cells, why do you fail me now?

Ahhh, good old blog. Welcome to the time of the year where we go from summer to autumn- and that can only mean one thing.

The flu.

It's been around from the very beginning, and yet we still haven't found a cure. And it's this which makes me question my existence, and the existence of the entire human race.

First, you've got the tissues.

"Oh, what bed? How can I even make my bed if I can't see it? Oh, that's right, there it is; under the mountain of tissues..."

To be honest, I don't think they actually do anything apart from make you look like Rudolph. And they crease really easily- do you know how annoying that is?

Then, you've got the wimps:
(Which is me, but just bear with me, 'kay?)

Apparently, there are two different types of the flu. Regular flu, and man flu.

Regular illness. Macho illness.

BECAUSE THERE'S A DIFFERENCE.

I also got a box of tissues the other day, but no, they weren't regular tissues... They were *drum roll* MAN TISSUES!!!

BECAUSE THERE'S A DIFFERENCE.

This annoys me so much, and I know it's a sort of joke, but when I'm in this critical state of self-doubt and pity- I can't be bothered with man jokes.

The feminist inside of me can't even be bothered to come out and rant about the female influence in the tissue and marketing industry. Don't. Even. Bother.

I almost forgot to mention the fact that you go from feeling like the north pole to goddamn Hawaii.

I ain't messing around with hula skirts, y'all.

No comment, Luce. No comment.

I just want a hug, a blanket, a cup of tea and Netflix. Let's just forget about school.

IF ONLY.

If you see me next week at all: run. Run far, far away. One so that you don't have to hear me rant and two so that you don't catch the plague.

You'll know when to come back because the sneezing will stop.

Fly On, and remember your man size tissues!

Luce the... Goose?

Luce the... Mousse? (Yes, the chocolate pudding)

Luce the...?

Luce 

Yeah, Luce

Luce xxx

Standing Up

Hello! So tonight, you'll be very surprised that I actually have something to write about...

I'm now a proper teenager by the fact I've started my GCSE's- which is annoying, but also, at the same time it's quite cool...

If someone asks why I have no social life, I can now use my GCSE's as an excuse- even though the real reason I have no social life is because I actually have no social life...

Bring it on! 

If you're new to the show, then there's one thing you should know about me.  I'm a preacher. And I'm gonna preach it when I say that I'm very lucky in the school that I'm in. So I think it's important that people, especially our generation, stand up for what we want and what we think is right. 

So yeah, that's my theme for tonight: standing up.

Recently, I've been very annoyed at what other generations think of us. 'Oh, they're always on their phones!' 'Why do they all do drugs?' 'What's wrong with good, old fashioned principles?'

This annoys me so so much because in reality, we're not like that at all. 

First off, we are actual human beings, and we have an actual soul that isn't being sucked away by heavy metal rock bands and spiky jewellery. We can wear and listen to whatever the hell we want- you can't control us, it doesn't matter how hard you want to try. 

We have thoughts, and opinions- and what we say matters. If we're going to be the future, the new you, if you want- then how are we going to do this if you don't give us a chance?

I'm simply asking all the adults out there to respect that and to see that who we are, what we do and what we say matters. Not only to ourselves, but to the future. 

This is getting way too deep now, so I'll change the subject. 

On the theme of standing up, I've done something absolutely crazy recently. 

There's been an antibullying project going on in school recently, on the theme of 'make some noise'...

It's basically a competition where you have to write a song, poem or rap on the theme- record it, and send it off for the chance to win Wicked tickets (I know, right?!) 

So I did the stupid thing and I wrote a rap. As a joke, but it turned into so much more...

The whole year has been involved with recording this rap and filming the video. We finally finished today, but honestly- I'm so proud of everyone that took part in it. And we better win, because I've put in so much effort for this!

The theme is standing up to the bully, and the realisation that everything can be okay- if you believe it will be. 

Seriously, if you're being bullied- you can tell someone. If you're the bully- you can get help. 

If you stand up- whether you're standing up to a bully, or standing up and admitting what you've done to someone else- it's a huge deal, and it's the first step to everything being okay. 

You see the sign far away in the distance? It says 'the land where everything is okay'. And I promise you, one day you will get there. 

If you believe that you can, then you will. 

I hope all of you beautiful, amazing people are okay and please please please don't be afraid to stand up. 

Talk to someone you trust- and if you can't do that, talk to me and let out some steam. 

Fly On, cause you're worth it...

Luce xx

Be Jealous Of My Squad *cringes*

Hello people! Do you still remember who I am? I've been away for so long, but now... I'm back!

I know that I've been away for aaaaaggggeeeeesss; but I promise you, I haven't been doing nothing. I actually lived! (I'm not saying that being on this blog gives me no life, but being away from it gives me time to actually have something worth writing for you!)

It's still the summer holidays for me, I go back in two days (*internal sobbing*) and I literally can't wait for it, but at the same time I'm dreading it. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone again in a classroom, and I NEED to have my timetable before I explode of impatience. But school means homework, homework means tests and tests means that before I know it- my GCSE's will have crept up on me.

If you're having a mental breakdown right now just reading this, there's no advice I can give you. You can panic. It's school. There is no excuse, no way out. You just gotta deal with it, bruh.

Moving away from the headache-inducing madness we commoners like to call school- should we not make the most of the holidays before hell starts again?

I've been busy, let's just say that. First off, I went to the Lake District- and experienced my first proper spa treatment. Now, for the guys out there- this isn't big news, us women (or in my case, teenage girls) love to put horrible gooey stuff on our faces; so why is it such a big deal when someone new decides they like to put horrible gooey stuff on their face too? But for the women, or teenage girls like me, this is like your crowning of womanhood. This is like your first baby step into a big world full of manicure's and weird fish eating your feet and massages.

Because it was me, it was embarrassing. I had a facial, but the thing was: I was very hungry. I hadn't eaten all day, and it was just after what would be lunch time when I had it done. So, of course, my stomach was rumbling. In fact, no, that's an understatement; it was howling away like it was a wolf calling for its pack. And yes, it really was that bad. Needless to say, I won't be going there again.

But that was last week, and this is... well, this is this week. The last week of the holidays, and I'm just dragging it out as long as possible. How come it's already Sunday?!

I had a very Tumblr squad goals week. This week was basically friends week. I had two sleepovers, both of which were just adorable and you should totally be jealous of me. Because I'm exactly the sort of person other people get jealous of...

And then today, it was just like an explosion (LITERALLY; I'll get to that in a minute, hold on to your socks...) of cuteness. One of my friends is a professional runner, and she'd been signed up to do a colour run for a charity she's ran for before. If you don't know what a colour run is; it's basically a fun run where at various points you come to colour stations. You just walk through all these explosions *whoop there it is* of colour and it's really pretty but it also tastes extremely horrible.

It was so fun, and it's the thing every group of best friends should do together. You all need to do it, please, I'm begging you.

I think it's important to have friends. And I think that it's important to stay as close as you can with them. Because they're there, and you shouldn't take them for granted. You've got to smile with them, you've got to have fun with them- because although you've got all the stress from school or from family or whatever, it's still really important to be happy.

And I know that it's probably just a typical teenage thing to say what I've just said (I can feel you rolling your eyes through the screen. Yes, I'm watching you...) but that doesn't mean that it's not true.

I should probably have put that bit in bold. It's like one of those quotes that you hear off a vlogger or someone in an interview or something.

Being weird, I also happen to be very organised for school. All I need now is to do the actual work, but all in good time.

I don't think things are going to be as often on here anymore- but I promise you, I will try my best. I like to fill you in on things, keep you updated, y'know?

So... enough from me, I think. Back to repacking my pencil case, I think.

Fly on, can you see the gates of hell?

Luce xx

Confessions, Imperfections and weird Obsessions

Hello, I hope you beautiful people are okay today. You all look amazing!

So, today is gonna be a not-so-serious one. As you all know, it's summer. School's out, and we're all ready to just do nothing for a long time. Cue the lie-ins, the homework free nights and the- hopefully- warm weather. 

So I was just having a nice relax in front of Netflix, when suddenly I felt something click inside of me. (Metaphorically, okay?)

I have to go back to school.

I have to start coursework.

I have to do exams. Exams that actually matter.

AND THEN I STARTED FREAKING OUT!!!

I mean, Year 10 is the start of everything. I have to be organised, I have to basically pull my life together.

But, I'm only a child! Why should I have to stress out so much?

We can't help it. It's not our fault.

So I started doing the one thing that calms me down in situations like this. 

I organised my stationary for next year. 

(If that's not sad, then you, my friend, must have a very happy life. I'm telling you, this is extremely sad. Cry with me?)

Also, that sounds pretty random. I don't make voodoo dolls, and I'm not part of illuminati either. But I have my faults, like all humans, teenager or adult, do.

(Also, if you do those things then hats off to you, my friend)

Now, I'm not talking about the simple things like pencil cases or staplers.

I got so stressed out about it that I have decided exactly how many biros- and what brand- I need to buy.

I have bought my GCSE files.

(I don't need them for eight weeks)

I bought two sets of them, incase I needed more space and they stopped stocking them.

I googled academic calendars and cork boards (I even found pins to pin stuff on the cork board- they're shaped like turtles and you can get them from Paperchase for £2. Oh yeah, and I'm buying them today.)

You're probably laughing at your stupid friend at the moment, but let me tell you. Before all of this, I was freaked out by the thought of growing up.

And this whole stationary thing, it's not an obsession. It's like an escape from the fact that I have two years left in high school. In American standards, does that make me a Junior?

Basically, what I've done is organised a big part of this, and knowing that there's not much more that I have to do other than take the classes- it calms me down. If you already sort out as much as you can, there's not much more that you can do. Is there?

Can I just point out that I'm not saying this to freak you out. I'm letting you know that it's okay to have your crazy obsessions, and it's okay if you use them as an escape route from reality.

Just as long as you go back to the real world at some point, you do whatever the hell you want to do. 

If I was saying this to an adult reader, rather than the teenage readers that I have: I don't think I would tell them this, actually.

My parents don't do this to me, and in that respect I am very lucky. But I know that many other adults do this.

It's called pressure. Pressure to always do well, pressure to be someone you're not. It's heartbreaking, knowing that this happens to a lot of people, a lot of you.

Pressure means stress, stress means over thinking and over thinking leads to mayhem.

You're probably thinking- stupid teenager, it's not that big of a deal. But just because you're further ahead in life does not mean you're in a higher position.

So the point of this post is not actually for you to laugh at me (although, initially it was), it's not for you to think all adults are stupid or all teenagers are stupid.

I want you to understand. We all do things to divert our attention away from the bigger problem. These things can be normal, or they can be plain freakish. But if they help you move on, if they help you figure out something then screw what everyone else thinks or says.

My stationary is a kinda way to escape from pressure, to escape from growing up for a little longer. And although it sounds stupid, it's really not. We all have many different ways to escape, this so happens to be one of mine.

My confession to you is that I am not perfect. I try and escape. I am not the best person in the world.

This is one of my many imperfections.

But just because I am different, it does not mean that I am different from everyone else.

Times are changing, things are going to happen that we won't expect. So what's wrong with having something to fall back on to?

I hope you don't think I am weird after this post.

But to be honest with you, frankly I don't care what you think about me. 

Love your pets, love your stationary, love your CDs, love your house, love your freaking voodoo dolls. You are who you are, and I love you for that. 

Fly on, don't forget to sharpen your pencil...

Luce xx

PS: My song for you today is Zombie by Jamie T. You want a song to kick off your summer? This is it.

PPS: At first, this post was meant to make you laugh. I mean, looking back at it now- how stupid am I? Some girl loves her stationary, and claims it's a way to forget what's going on. But in all seriousness, I am telling you the truth. I have many ways to forget the world, as do you. Music is the number one example of that. And it's a serious thing. Why should we want to forget the world? We should be able to love it, and embrace it- yet we don't. We hide away, and that's not our fault. But I do want that to change. And whilst you're listening to Little Miss Preacher over here on your screen, I hope you want that too.

PPPS: I don't care about your flaws and your imperfections. They're what makes you you. I love every one of you for being yourself. Never change, you idiots xx

 

A time to remember

Oh. My. God.

(Admit it, you read that in Janice's voice, didn't you?)

I haven't updated in ages, and this post is going to be quite long.

Oh my god! So much has gone on!

So we left off almost a month ago (sorry about that, by the way) at Lakeside, on the night the penny dropped. But a lot has happened since then.

Take the last day of the school year, for example. It was emotional, as it usually is, saying all our goodbyes. Everyone asking for selfies, for the right phone numbers...

Welcome to the teenage life: always going on the Internet.

Dear adults, we're all so much more than that- can't you see?

So we left that day, thinking that we weren't going to meet up for quite a long time. Well, we were wrong.

The next day, it just so happened to be my birthday. I have something to confess about that: I hate my birthday. I can't see any point in celebrating it; we're literally celebrating one year closer to our death. And I know that sounds depressing, grumpy old Lucy with her stupid thoughts, but it annoys me a lot. Why should you have to pay for your party that everyone else is going to come to, to celebrate your own birthday?

So of course, saying all of this, I haven't had a birthday party in a very very long time.

That was about to be changed.

On the morning of my birthday, I went shopping with my Mum. Looking back, I admit it was quite a strange idea: Oh we'll go out really early, and then we'll come back before lunch. But I went along with it. After I bought a few things (I'm drooling just thinking about them; and yes, most of it was stationary) we headed back home.

When we got home, I walked into the hallway and was quite surprised. One of my friends was staring at me with wide eyes, a Dorito half-hanging out of her mouth. For a few seconds we just stared at each other: me wondering what the hell was going on, and her chewing this Dorito.

Then I walked into my sitting room.

I was greeted by my friends, food, banners and balloons. And, guess what?

They had thrown a surprise party for me.

At first, I was a little bit angry. I mean- everyone knows how much I hate my birthday, so why did they throw me a party? Then I got emotional. My friends actually care about me enough to throw me one of these things. My face might have looked a bit shocked, but I can assure you, I was crying on the inside.

We basically ate food, played MarioKart, played Truth Or Dare and just talked. I don't know how birthday parties are meant to be: but that sure was the best for me.

Now the obvious question would be: would I have another party? And, the answer is maybe. This year showed me that I can have fun without:

A) Paying masses of money

B) Having the attention on you all the time

C) Being pressured in to doing everything special 

So, friends, if we could do that without all the fuss, and without all of the drama, and just have a small get together like that. No candles, no stupid light up badges. Just you, me, and a TV. Then maybe I'll consider having another one. Maybe.

If you're reading this without actually knowing me, and I know a few of you are, then please hear this out. Whatever stage of your life you're at: you've got to live it. It doesn't matter about money, or power, or cars, or how many likes you get on Facebook. It doesn't matter how many girlfriends/boyfriends you've had. It matters that you're happy. It matters that you have people to be happy with. And sure, if you really want to then you can think about all these things that you want.

But think about them with a friend.

Also, if you read Tiki's and Emma's blogs: tell them off for me, won't you? They were the ones who organised it all (seriously though, thanks guys. I still can't believe you did that for me, so thank you so so much)

Now, here comes the holidays. 

I've gone and left this blog to go to France for a week. (I didn't go to France just to get away from this blog, to be clear)

France is one of my favourite countries in the world. I love the food, the culture, the people, the language. I love pretty much everything about France. 

So first, the markets. Now, a long time ago: I thought that French markets were what you learnt in the textbooks. Just simple, plain markets like the veggie aisle you get in Morrissons. My god, they're so much more than that.

First there's the meat. They eat practically everything off everything. I saw donkey, I saw goat, wild boar and of course the ever-famous horse. (Sorry, Tescos. I'm stealing your style.)

The French also seem to be able to get cheese out of a lot of animals. My favourite was some goats cheese that we picked up. We had two: one was coated in a dried tomato paste, and one was coated in a herb paste. They were lush.

AND DON'T FORGET THE MELONS (So good!)

We did a lot of things while we were out there. There was a monkey sanctuary, we were given popcorn and the monkeys just took it outta my hand. They were so adorable, and now they're one of my favourite animals.

1. Tortoise

2. Donkey

3. Monkey

Then we went to some caves. I didn't really know what to expect. But when we got down there, it was brilliant. (I'm not particularly great at going underground unless it's really modern like the tube. But I've only been on the tube once.)

There were paintings of animals and women. There were teenage footprints, handprints on the wall and bear claw scratches. And do you want to know how old these were?

They were at least 25 thousand years old. At least. 

I spoke more French than English, which surprised me a lot. It's really hard to keep speaking it, but I got to grips with some of it.

And now I'm back in cold, cold England. I've got eight weeks left of holidays, where I'll be sleeping, eating, and catching up on Netflix.

Thanks for tuning in, sorry I've not written loads recently. BUT I'M BACK NOW, AND I CAN POST MORE OFTEN YAY!

Fly on, fly up and never look back

Luce xx

PS: I have two songs. A happy, summer song, and a sad, breakup song.

Happy, summer song: Shut Up And Dance by Walk The Moon

Sad, breakup song: Bulletproof Weeks by Matt Nathanson

PPS: Oh yeah, forgot to say: I hope that wherever you are, you're having a good time. Whether you're on holiday or not.

PPPS: I can assure you that whatever problems you are being faced with at the moment, soon enough they will be solved. Just hang on in there, hun.

That Night When The Penny Drops

Remember when I told you to 'capture the moment'?

It happened again.

Like I said, I've been away for a few days at the 'bonding' trip. And let me tell you...

Wow.

When we got there- I have to say, I think I set my standards a little too low. I was literally expecting a mud house- but it turned out to be one of those cosy wooden lodges you see at Center-Parcs. 

One moment in particular will stick with me for a long time. All eleven of us were in a big room, sharing bunk beds. Four bunk beds, eleven of us- we were very cosy, and it was very warm: you can probably guess. 

And it started off with us all squashed on one bed watching vlogs we had made during the trip. It was emotional, to say the least. Looking around I could see we all had tears in our eyes.

It was beautiful. I'm not saying that I feed off the sadness of my friends, but seeing them like that. Like, they feel the same way I do- and that makes you realise that you mean as much to other people as they do to you. 

You're a part of their life, just like they are a part of yours. Everything you say has an influence on them.

Do you want to hear the saddest part?

It was the sudden realisation that we might never be like this again. 

Here we are, all sweet and adorable- sharing good times, inside jokes and bunk beds when suddenly. Wait! We start GCSE's next year, with hardly any classes together. We'll be apart more than we are together. 

And then what? University, careers, family. You realise that there is more to life. Friends suddenly become a part of school, a part of what will soon be the past.

That night would probably be the time we are closest to each other.

The penny dropped.

So here's where the camera kicked in. I captured the moment, and I'm going to remember it for a very long time.

Before I continue, I just wanna say thanks to you guys. You've become a part of my life- and I didn't really realise it till that night. Before I considered it normal to laugh, to love, to be a part of something. But after that night, I see that we're a part of something much bigger.

And not only that, but I had a party on Sunday. It was the kind of moment you shouldn't forget. We were all so close, and it made me think a lot about how we take a lot of things for granted- when really, it's these things which make us special.

You're all special in your individual ways, we change each other and we make each other see things in a different way. And not many people are lucky enough to witness that, or to be a part of it.

I'm a very lucky person.

I'm asking you to take a minute to put all the bad things behind you and focus on what you've got right now. Appreciate how lucky you really are, even though so much has gone wrong. Just do it.

Don't take anything for granted, because although it might be here today- who knows what is going to happen tomorrow?

Thanks to everyone who shared this experience with me,

I love you all...

Fly On, my friends

Luce xx

PS: I'm giving you a band to listen to this time. They're called Amber Run, and I love them an awful lot. They're just so... Ahh! So yeah, check 'em out...

PPS: I have nothing to say in this bit because I'm so busy trying to do stuff for the blog, and I don't want to keep adding more and more until I actually have something to give you guys. Make sense? No, me neither. Just go with it.

PPPS: Smile, it's the most beautiful thing in the world.

Bonding, French Kisses and Ty Lewis

Hey ya'll! How are you beautiful people all doing?

We're getting closer towards the end of the school year- which is great with a capital G. 

(I promise I will never ever say that ever again. Wow, I'm ashamed of myself)

So, quite a lot's happened lately- and quite a lot's going to happen.

For example, we break up very soon, it's my birthday and I'm going on holiday. 

But I shouldn't wish away the last few weeks.

My year are going away on a residential trip in the countryside. It's a sort of 'bonding' trip, because next year we start all of the exams and stress is taken up on to a whole new level. So, even though my class is so close that our periods are synced (and yes, I did just say that. But it's true, and to all you guys out there- you're lucky.) - we still feel the need to go raft building.

That will be an experience, let me tell you. Yes, I trust my friends- but when it's to do with building something and freezing cold water, you shouldn't trust them as much as you normally would. If you do, you're probably going to end up head first into said freezing cold water.

I've got my eyes on you, guys.

No, it should be good, all jokes aside. I'm excited because I love all of this stuff- rock climbing, abseiling, canoeing etc. The only thing I wouldn't like is caving, but that's not going to happen, so... yay...

I am very clumsy though, so maybe I've jinxed my luck.

(EVERYONE. CROSS YOUR FINGERS. CROSS YOUR TOES. CROSS YOUR LEGS. YOUR ARMS. YOUR EYES. WHATEVER YOU CAN CROSS, CROSS IT.)

And I know that there are a few people who aren't looking forward to it, and I just want to say to you: It'll be over soon, don't spend your time sulking about it because chances are you won't get the chance to experience something like this again. :)

Of course, this little team building trip will probably not come with free wifi, so I won't be able to update during the week. Sorry, but I hope this makes up for it.

I'll update when I can, but I have a party on Sunday too so... yeah.

I'm excited about that. It's nice to just, hang out. Plus, if it means celebrating anybody's birthday that isn't mine- I'm all for it.

Yeah, my birthday's coming up soon. And I'm not particularly fussed about it. It's just another day, why would I want to celebrate one year closer to my mid-life crisis (I was going to say my death, but this is coming from a teenager, so I don't want to jinx that too)?

I don't hate it, well I do, but... It's nice for it to be appreciated- just don't go all out on it, okay?

Plus, I'll probably celebrate the fact that I'm the same age as almost everyone I know.

Woo! Perks of a schoolgirl!

I'm not just friends with people in school, but I don't particularly want to go in to that one today, if that's alright...

And then I'm off to France for a week. Ahh. Sun. French Food. Fireflies. Also French kids (Ooh la la), and I can speak a bit of French. Last time I went I managed to keep a simple conversation going, which was better than the first time. I had no idea what was going on, and everyone kept kissing me. That was awkward.

(They like to kiss almost as much as we like our tea)

And on that note, I think I'll round it up here.

Also, if you're ANYBODY AND I DON'T KNOW YOU- the most awkward thing you can do is kiss me. Please don't.

Fly on, I've already checked and there are no planes due in the air in your area for a couple more hours, so it's all clear and you won't be smashed to smithereens.

Luce xx

PS: The song of the post is I Am A River by Foo Fighters. That might not sound much like me, but I've got a pretty wide music taste. I like pretty much anything- so don't judge me if I wear a 5SOS tee or a tee of a band you've never heard of. People can surprise you, in more ways than you'd think. 

Also, I heard on the radio this morning a mashup that this boy, Ty Lewis, did. He's actually AMAZING, he's fourteen years old and he's from the same place I am, so go and check him out. In the mashup he did Don't by Ed Sheeran, Nina by Ed Sheeran, No Diggity, I Need A Dollar (I hope I haven't left any out!) It's amazing, he's amazing and I love him so much. So yeah, check him out too...

PPS: I've had 11 buys for my short story so far- thank you if you've already bought it. If not, and you'd like to check it out, click here. It really helps me out, and I appreciate the fact that you're reading the words that I've written... so cheesy, but I like my cheddar strong, so deal with it.

The description isn't how I'd like it to be, but on one of my latest posts the description is there. Also- there happens to be a story called Lost Souls by Lisa Jackson, THAT'S NOT ME! 

PPPS: I would like to share a quote from a book that I've been reading lately, it's Paper Towns by John Green and it's absolutely amazing. (Is that a bit cliché, even for me?)

"Humans lack good mirrors. It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel."

I think that's pretty beautiful, don't you think so too? Just, take a moment to appreciate that.

We spend so much time being fake, it's actually unreal. Do you dress the way you want to? Do you talk, or walk, or do basically anything the way you want to? Are you hanging out with the people you want to? Are you following your dream?

Are you really?

The reason I do this PPPS bit is to show you that you're worth it. And you are, you're worth more than you think. But if you're going around pretending to be someone that you're not, if you're putting on a mask and creating new traits and new hobbies and a new look for yourself that you don't really want- what is the point in doing the PPPS in the first place?

You're not really the person you make yourself out to be, are you? And is that going to make you happy? Is that going to make your life worth living?

No, it won't. It'll make you sad, and depressed, and lonely- you'll forget who you are, and that's the worst thing out of this whole situation.

So I can tell you that you're worth it, and that you're beautiful and you shouldn't give up- and that's true, because you shouldn't. But a reason that you feel like this is because you aren't being yourself, you aren't who you want to be.

Only you can change that. I can tell you all of these things, but only you can decide what to do. So please, I encourage you to do it. If not for yourself, then for me. Change from the person everyone else wants you to be into the person you want to be. 

I can only do so much.

But you can change everything.

And maybe, just maybe, we can get ourselves out of this mess.

Listen up, folks. They're going to stick around...

This is insane! Everyone has been so kind to me: about the blog, and about the short story. You guys literally gave me a round of applause in English the other day- and it is so nice that you actually care about this sort of stuff. Wow, that must sound really weird: but I really enjoy doing all of this, and it's nice to see that you enjoy reading it. It's so cool, and you're all so sweet and I really can't thank you enough...

*hug*

So many different things have happened lately- that's why I haven't had the time to post, and it's why this post is going to be extra long. 

Do you ever get that feeling like you should capture every moment? It's as if some moments are so precious to forget them.

And yeah, I'm talking about friends, and family. 

You can literally feel yourself bonding with them, which is quite a freaky thought.

It's like on the Sims Freeplay game-everytime you high five, hug or talk to a friend, the friendship bar goes up. It's the small things that count, but in the bigger picture it can make you be best friends with them.

Let's just forget the part where you can literally marry someone by high fiving them twenty times. So unrealistic, bruh.

You get on with someone so well, that every time you meet you want to take a photo. It doesn't matter if you're in class, at your house, at the shops, in the cinema- all that matters is they're there, and you're lucky enough to be with them.

So, folks, lesson number one: embrace it, chase it and change it. 

I'm not gonna sugarcoat it by saying that friends are for life, and they're the only people in life that matter.

Cause you've got the people that you hate too. You've got the people that you want to stab in the back every time you see them. The people who betrayed you, who made your life a living hell. You've got them. And they matter too. 

And it happens to every one of us. 

They matter just as much as the people that clog up our camera roll. They've shaped you, and changed you to be the way you are now. You've probably changed them too. Most likely- you've made them see that not everything is about the fighting or the arguing. 

I'm not telling you to ditch your best friends and make friends with your enemies- because that's gonna make you feel unsafe and insecure. 

But maybe... Maybe try to understand them a little better?

That way, you can be prepared, and you can come up with some kick-ass comeback when they say something mean. 

On a relevant note, one of my favourite series of books has another book that came out this year that I never knew about.

(I actually really really love this series- my blog is named after it. 'Maximum Ride' by James Patterson- check it out.)

It feels as if it was literally written by a fangirl, or the author has listened to the people of Tumblr.

Everything that you want to happen, happens.

See, it's not just the people that make up your life! It's the THINGS, too. Books, Movies, Music, TV Shows, Food, Social Networks, Sleep etc. 

Hold them close- because if all else fails- they will always be there for you, no matter what. 

There's always something new and exciting to discover when you're a part of something. A new turn, a different twist. A gripping cliffhanger. 

And it's not suddenly going to leave, you can be sure of that.  

Don't you want to do that with your life? I do.

I'm young, and I'm incredibly stupid, but... I can make a difference, right here, right now. 

I can turn someone's day from horrible to beautiful, I can make them carry on, instead of giving up.

You can tell someone a few words, and it can change their life. 

Is that not crazy? It's crazy. It's completely nuts.

I want to do that to someone. I want to change their life for the better. 

I can't be a scientist, I can't do trigonometry for shit, I dance like a hippo and I draw a big blob, instead of a magnificent masterpiece. 

What else can I be useful for?

So: 

• Embrace it, change it, and chase it

• Hold your friends close, and always keep a camera nearby 

• Hold your enemies close as well, but not too close otherwise they'll burn you with the fire they can conjure up in the palms of their hands

• Find things you can be involved with, and get yourself engrossed with them (the only harm it can do is sleep deprivation, which I'm sure we're all used to anyway)

• Make a difference to somebody's life. Make a difference to your life, sure. But don't forget about everyone else. Please.

You can do whatever you want with your life. It's your life, so live it. 

Fly on, your hair won't look too bad, I promise. 

Luce xx

PS: I have a surprise coming up soon- and the playlists too, so sorry!- and I'm in the process of sorting it out now. But it's very close to my heart, so I trust that you will take it seriously. All will be revealed soon...

PPS: I think you're amazing, it doesn't matter who you are or what you're going through right now. You're amazing, and it'll get better. Please. Don't panic.

PPPS: These PS' are in a weird order tonight but here's the song that I want you to listen to: Ordinary Love by U2. I love this song, it's simple and it's beautiful and I think we should all embrace that.

xx

Chill Your Beans, Man

We have to talk.

Well, sort of.

There's been a lot, and I mean a lot going on lately. Do you ever feel like everything's going too fast? It's almost as if (and this is going to sound very cheesy, but I'm going to pretend that I don't care) you're stuck in the eye of the hurricane, and all you can do is move about- surrounded by this swirling, hurling storm of worry and problems and just general things that you need to do.

And you have to deal with all this stuff that's thrown at you, until eventually it dies down. One by one... all these problems seem to just disappear...

Yeah right.

As if that actually happens. 

I've been waiting for a while for this to happen to me, and look at where I got. I'm still in the same place as I was ages ago, I've forgotten what I was even doing in the first place.

But I'm still a hot mess. I mean, look at this font.

Cute, right?

So, I thought today we could just kick back, relax, and appreciate all the people who tend to feel this way too. And that's practically everyone, right? So, hopefully, I'm going to totally zen you out tonight.

And don't take that the wrong way. We're here to be friends, and if we're going to do that then there's no way that I'm going to be awkward about it.

*cue definition*

Cheeky Nandos:

Definition number 1-

When you're out with the lads and you're having a look in JD and you might fancy the Curry Club at 'Spoons but then your mate Callum who's an absolute ledge and the Archbishop of Banterbury says "Oi brevs let's have a cheeky Nandos instead" and you'll think "Top. Let's smash it."

Tool #1: Oi mate fancy a browse in River Island? Just seen a solid 10 bird outside
Tool #2: Na mate I'm off for a Cheeky Nandos instead

Definition number 2-

Top notch banter
you know when you go down town with the lads and you all realize you’re hank marvin’ so you say “lads let’s go Maccers” but your mate Smithy a.k.a. The Bantersaurus Rex has some mula left on his nandos gift card and he’s like “mate let’s a have a cheeky nandos on me” and you go “Smithy my son you’re an absolute ledge” so you go have an extra cheeky nandos with a side order of Top Quality Banter

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Cheeky+Nandos

Can you tell that today's post isn't going to be very serious?

So... I want to make you (and me, because I am very stressed out right now) more relaxed and hopefully laugh...

Possibly not- but I hope so...

Do what this gif says!

(Turkish man yelling meow at an egg. enjoy.)

I would tell you some jokes, too. But we all know how that ended up on my last post...

I had a lot of fun doing this part of the post... but, there's also the serious side. Isn't there?

It's all nice and well laughing at some random goofball's failures at life. But it's not going to last forever, is it?

What we really need, is a nice cuppa and some relaxing music.

My ideal situation is a rainy day, and you're sat on the windowsill with a cuppa in your right hand and a book in your left. Some sort of melodic, relaxing and, knowing me, slightly depressing music. 

Just picture that. Picture that for just a minute or so.

Ahhh...

I just love rain in general. I think it's a pretty good job, when you live in England. But it's relaxing, and warm and calm and I just can't get enough of it.

One song that reminds me of this is Promise by Ben Howard.

(Actually, the whole of Every Kingdom- Ben Howard's first album- is brilliant for rainy days)

Another relaxing 'image' for me is a forest.

Kind of like a Katniss Everdeen forest- all big, and green, and the sound of water flowing and leaves rustling and insects chirping away like there's nothing else that they're alive for.

Water is a big theme here, isn't it?

Just imagine. You were in your favourite place, with nobody else- just you. Everything was just perfect- nothing horrible was going on. Every problem that went on in the real world... just... gone. The people you don't like, or the people you want to forget about- far, far away. They don't exist here.

All there is, is you and what you're surrounded by. An escape from reality. A safe haven. 

Now whether it's a beach, the library, the cinema or a park. It doesn't matter whether it's a swimming pool, or the back yard or the supermarket. It's unique and it's special to you. It's your safe place, embrace it.

Everything that ever went wrong in your life, it doesn't exist anymore. It didn't even happen in the first place. 

Happiness. Peace. Everywhere.

I don't know about you, but to me, it sounds pretty damn perfect.

You're allowed to feel safe. You're allowed to feel happy.

You're allowed to love, to laugh and to live.

And yeah, okay, sometimes things won't go exactly as you wanted them to go. But that doesn't mean that from that point onwards, everything in your life is going to go wrong. It isn't.

You can feel sad, or angry, or jealous, or hate. You can feel all the negative things, you can hate the world and everything on it.

But please don't give up- there's always a safe haven.

You just have to find it.

Fly On, and don't look down

Luce xx

PS: Relax. Close your eyes. Enjoy the peace. Listen to music. Play with your dog. Do whatever it takes to calm yourself down. You're worth it.

PPS: I have a song for you, and I'm feeling sorta edgy about this one. I don't know if you like it, and I hope you do. So it's called Mad World. There are so many different versions of it, so I won't give you a link and I won't tell you who it's originally by either, because it's probably wrong. Just Google it and pick your favourite. 

PPPS: Don't forget to compliment yourself once in a while. I know it sounds cheesy, but honestly- you deserve it. So please, don't forget that...
(Thank you)
x

A Writer's Block leads me to this...

Heeeeeeeyyyy!

Before I start typing nonsense, I just want to say two things.

First, me and my bud Tiki, who's amazing blog is here, have just made another blog which is here. It's for our Textiles lesson, where we're learning to make a kimono. So, if you want to know how to make a kimono that will fit either a two year-old or quite a big cat- check it out! 

And also, and I am SO happy about this... I've just published my first short story on Amazon for everyone to see!

The link is here:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/aw/d/B00ZB1GI22

And I'll give you the summary right here so you can decide whether or not to have a read. 

(Just bear in mind that the story took me a few months, and the summary took a few minutes so if the summary looks rubbish, the story's probably and hopefully better than you'd think. Hopefully.)

They are happy. 

They are finally free. 

They are Lost Souls. 

Christmas will never be the same again in the Kay mansion, especially for Gwen and Ace- the inseparable siblings. 

What happens when Gwen stumbles upon the Curse- putting the lives of herself and those she loves in danger? 

What has Ace been hiding after all these years? 

And who is the mysterious Aunt? 

They say that you cannot run from the past until it runs into you. But what if you go looking for it?

That sounds quite cheesy, but I'll do a recap. Basically, it's Christmas and you've got a brother and sister who live with their parent's in their Great-Great-Great Aunt's mansion. There's this weird curse. That's all you need to know.

Um, the endings quite weird and if it's quite an anticlimax- then I'm really really sorry.

Also, at some points it might seem quite demented. I'm not actually that demented, believe it or not. But it needs to be creepy, and I think I managed to do that.

(Your feedback would be greatly appreciated because I don't normally write stories- so if you do read it and want to tell me why it's so bad, then you know where the comment box is. RIGHT BELOW, SO GET TO IT!)

It costs £1 and I really hope it's worth it. 

Thank you for considering!

Should we get on with the show?

I think so...

We left off on Friday after the concert. And I gave you a pep talk on being nervous, which felt awesome, by the way. Thanks to the people came up to me or texted me saying they liked it. (You know who you are!)

I hope it didn't sound too cheesy, and if it did- tough. There's plenty more of where that came from. 

Seriously, though. I want to do stuff like that on this blog. I'm obviously going to write about my life, no matter how boring it is. But I also want to talk about other stuff, things that are important and that matter to me. So, if I feel like you need a pep talk, then I will give you a pep talk. And you just have to deal with it, I'm afraid.

And it's been two days since I posted that, so not a lot's gone on since then. I've literally been food shopping, out for a coffee and watched Netflix. It's pretty sad that my life has come to this, but to be honest, I don't really care. 

So, I thought that I'd use this wonderful opportunity of a slight writer's block to tell you a little bit more about me. And if you already know me, then I hope you learn something new.

My name's Lucy, I'm not going to tell you how old I am because... well, because. I'm basically just a normal teenager living in England. Beautiful, sunny, warm England. 

I have green eyes (I'd say I'm very lucky, because only 1% of the population has green eyes. I'm about to get a whole lot more special, in a minute.) and brown hair... very descriptive, I know.

I wear glasses (I've just googled this and it says 6 out of 10 people in the world wear glasses or contact lenses. I'm not very special in that respect, but I hate wearing them all the same.) 

They're the really dorky ones...

(I literally googled nerd glasses and this was one of the first images that came up)

And the saddest thing is, I started wearing them before they 'came into fashion' and while they were still known as nerd glasses.

Wow.

And, lucky for me, I'm also left-handed. And if you're left-handed too, you'll see that actually, it's a bigger deal than you think. Not only do we have to deal with this:

Or this:

Or even this:

(It's hard to believe, but stupidly true) D:

We also have to do everything the other way round- and we need to do it with left-handed scissors, or non-smudge pens. Everything's so much more expensive- and a lot of the time, companies don't even think about making their stuff to suit lefties too.

In my school, we have to learn Latin (I'm dropping it next year, yay!) And I found out that the Latin translation of being left handed literally means sinister. 

Also, people used to burn and drown people like me because they thought we were witches. 

So if you think being left-handed is no big deal, and that we make it out to be so much harder than what it is for righties... uh, no.

:D

(That was so much fun!!)

It's nice to be different, though. Even if it's harder, I guess it still makes me stand out from the crowd a little more. 

I have a little brother, whose name I'm not going to share with you because... well, because. My parent's are divorced, so I live in two different houses. My little brother only lives at my dad's- so I see him once every two weeks. 

I go to an all-girls school, where we have to learn Latin. The teacher hates me so much, probably because I annoy her on purpose. 

She hates cats. After every topic we have to do a topic sheet. And somehow, I always manage to find a picture of a cat to do with that topic. She always writes, in Latin, something like "Bad girl!" 

My favourite lessons are English and Music. (I hope you can tell that by now...) I guess you could say  I'm creative, because I know for certain that I'm no good at Physics. 

My favourite colour is Teal, which looks like this

TV shows I like: Pretty Little Liars, Once Upon A Time, 24, NCIS, Sherlock, Friends, Modern Family, The Office, Derek etc etc 

Films that I like: The Maze Runner, Love Actually, Hunger Games, Twilight, TFIOS, The Perks of Being A Wallflower, anything Marvel etc etc

Books that I like: The Maze Runner Trilogy, Harry Potter, Maximum Ride, Tape by Steven Camden, The Perks of Being A Wallflower, Hunger Games trilogy, Twilight, The Host by Stephanie Meyer plus MANY MANY MORE (I think I might need to make another page with all the books, films and TV shows that I recommend...)

There is, of course, the endless list of music- which I'm not going to say right now. But I promise you that all that will be up soon! 

Should I give you a list of all the music concerts I've been too?

1. Girls Aloud (Twice. I regret it.)

2. Take That (Now that one, I don't regret)

3. Tom Odell (just. amazing. His support act was George Ezra, so... Yeah!)

4. John Newman (fun fact: I awkwardly patted dear ol' John on the shoulder. He walked away a couple of seconds later)

5. Lewis Watson (bae: I also saw Amber Run live too when they were his supporting act. Check 'em out!)

6. Ben Folds (the guy is literally the piano)

7. Duke Special (not very famous, but incredible live. He had no voice when I saw him live, so he called up members of the audience to sing his songs with him. I almost put my name down, but then I realised that I was just a kid and that there is this thing called being nervous- but I have to add on to this story at some point!!)

8. 5SOS (I posted about them. I better not say anything else about that in case I burst into flames)

9. I'm seeing 1D in concert in October- so... Ahh!

People I went to see in concert in my dreams:

1. Ed Sheeran

2. Coldplay

3. Kodaline 

4. Bastille

5. Ed Sheeran

6. Panic! At The Disco

7. Fall Out Boy

8. Coldplay

9. Ed Sheeran

10. The Script

11. Imagine Dragons 

12. Ed Sheeran

13. Ed Sheeran

14. Coldplay

Plus too many more. I haven't been alive long enough. 

My favourite food is anything that has pasta in it. 😍 (I also love hula hoops)

Cherry Coke is the best thing ever, I've fallen in love with it. 

My favourite animals are tortoises, elephants and cats. Luckily, I have two cats, but the whole elephant thing is kind of illegal.

I'd keep a tortoise if I could. But, that's not going to happen anytime soon...

I'm saving a few other things for later posts, because I think that they would be best to talk about as separate things, if that makes sense. 

But don't fear! You'll soon know me better than you know yourself!

I am also incredibly bad at telling jokes, dancing and playing strip poker. 

Kidding, I swear. 

See what I mean about being bad at telling jokes? 

Just forget it. And don't bring it up again. 

I know this post might seem incredibly long and boring- but:

1: I couldn't think of anything else useful, that won't make you throw up all over your screen. 

2: I wanted to do this at some point anyway- you may as well know now. Right?

Hope you're doing good. If not- well, you know where I am. 

Fly On,

Luce xx

PS: The song this time is Time by Mikky Ekko.

PPS: I'm not kidding about the playlists. They're almost done! I'll put one playlist up at a time, so that I don't run out of songs to give to you. But, then again, Spotify's great for recommending new people. 

PPPS: This is becoming a regular part- but I'm happy about that. You all deserve to know how amazing you are. So, smile. You're worth it. Please don't forget that. Yes, you.

Such A Rare Occasion... Nervous Freezes

I know it's only been a couple of days, but quite a lot's been going on and I HAVE AN IDEA!!

This is a very rare occasion for me, it doesn't happen very often- so be grateful that I'm sharing it with you!

(Haha, I'm just kidding- I don't care whether you want to hear it or not, I'm telling you anyway so stuff that!)

So today I took part in a concert-on my own. Let me rephrase this, ON MY OWN. I'm not great with stuff like this, I shake a lot and I tend to say a lot of stupid things when I get nervous. But it happens, and I don't think that we should just ignore it.

We all get nervous, right? Whether it's a big deal or not. I mean, a few weeks ago my school had exams (I know I've mentioned this before but, as Tilly would say: Bare With. Not particularly good advice, but there you go...). And whether we liked it or not, we were all nervous wrecks- and there was nothing we could have done about it.

I hate that feeling, it's like you know you shouldn't be worrying- but you do anyway. It's totally not worth it in the end, but that doesn't stop you from curling up in a shaking ball of nothingness and moaning depressingly about equations.

It's not just exams or concerts either- it can be a lot of things. But generally, you get nervous when you have to do something you haven't come across before. You get nervous because you don't know what's going to happen next.

So... can you guess what my theme of today's post is?

Nervous: A feeling or reaction resulting from anxiety or anticipation.
I'm going to do this post because we don't usually talk about this sort of thing with other people. But it's one of those things that we just have to talk about. We all get nervous, don't we? So what's the point in pretending that we don't?

It's not a mistake to be nervous, it's human nature.

Sometimes we get things right, and sometimes we don't. A lot of the time it isn't down to what we actually know that makes us get things right- but it's how we control the nerves. We know the stuff anyway- but nerves determine whether we forget them or not.

Let's go back to this concert that I performed in today. I was quite nervous, but I wasn't totally freaking out. Normally, I guess I would be, but there was another friend of mine who was scared to death- and I found that making her feel a bit better, also made me feel a bit better too.

But when I got up there, the spotlight literally made me freeze. I know that sounds so cliché, but it froze my brain. For a moment I forgot what I was doing and why I was even there in the first place. And do you know why that happened? It happened because I was nervous.

(Wow, Luce. What a way to be obvious, huh? Maybe you should title the post 'Nervous Freezes' aswell to make it even harder for people to guess!)

Then I realised what I was doing. Finally! It felt like I had stood there for two minutes doing absolutely nothing. In reality, it would have only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like so much longer.

So... I started the piece. The first note went brilliantly. But after that, it went downhill. I missed out a whole section. My nerves took over.

I'm not usually that picky- but when you miss out something- you HAVE to add it back in. You just CAN'T MISS ANYTHING OUT. So, I tried to fit it in, which didn't work. I tried, and I tried again. The piano accompaniment was probably wondering what on earth I was trying to do.

Now that was where it went wrong. Then I realised that I was making myself look like a complete idiot. I didn't usually play like this, so if I was going to perform in front of a room of people then I had to suck up everything I had inside of me and just play the goddamn piece.

From there, it got better.

And better.

And then I finished, with a bow, a round of applause and a hasty sprint off the stage.

(I probably shouldn't do that next time, now that I think about it)

My nerves took over me, that's sort of their job- isn't it? And when I realised that things weren't going to get any better unless I sucked it up, they went away.

I know that I could have demonstrated this using different examples. There are so many fairytales and better examples that a lot of people can relate to.

Imagine what George Clooney (hashtag fairytale) would have felt like at his first audition- but now look where he's at. He's one of the most well-known male actors in the career.

Ed Sheeran at his first gig. I have no idea how he managed to suck up the courage to do what he did at only 13- but he did it, and now look at him. The Ginger Jesus has made himself known.

Neil Armstrong had no idea what was going to be outside when he took his first steps on the moon. But what did he do? He did it anyway, and that's why we know his name today.

Barack Obama did not become President of the United States by luck. He sucked it up, and he just did what he had to do. Now he has a lookalike, parodies made after him and he met Tyler Oakley (he must be a goddamn good President if he met the Queen)

There are so many people who have achieved great things. We always hear about what they've managed to do, but we never hear about what they had to do to get there in the first place. Each one of them would get nervous, but they sucked it up anyway and carried on with life. It's human nature, it's simply what we do.

So we shouldn't ignore it. Why do we even ignore it?

It's not going to go away with the push of a button. But if we ignore it, it will control us. Accept the fact that we get nervous, and let yourself be nervous. Becoming afraid of it will only encourage it. If you focus on what you actually have to do, just do it. There's no point in making yourself look like an idiot, when you know you aren't.

You can achieve so much, everyone has the potential to do what they want to do.

So do it.

Fly On,
Luce xx

PS: I'm saving a lot of songs for the playlist that I was going on about on the last post. So I don't have any songs to recommend you this time.
However, do check out All The Luck In The World, Panic! At The Disco and Paradise Fears.
All amazing bands :)

PPS: Same goes as the last post, if you have any music you'd like to recommend me then pop it in the comments. If you have anything you want me to talk about, pop that in the comments too. Remember, you can be anonymous!

PPPS: You're amazing and beautiful and I think you should know that you lovely person you