Friday, 15 June 2018

What's new with you?

I'm hoping that as I start typing, things will start to unravel and form some sort of sense. I'm counting on it, but I'm not sure how confident I feel in my ability to string a sentence together. Here goes...

Man, things have been crazy. I've just finished my GCSEs, which I am so,so grateful to be over. I've been sitting mocks since I started year eleven in September, and have gotten used to spending any free time doing revision. I've gotten to the point where I've almost forgotten what I like doing haha. I had routine, and it worked. It's strange breaking it, but it's also one of the most liberating things in the world. It's crazy to be able to do things without worrying about many equations I can remember. I like it a lot. 

Things have been so hectic that I can't even remember if I told you that I'm starting an apprenticeship in August. I applied in January and was offered training at a travel agent after two interviews. I'm very excited but also a little scared. My prom is next Thursday, and my sister's graduation is soon afterwards. I'm taking my little bro for McDonalds :) My cat keeps stalking my hamster, which is terrifying, but I'm hoping they'll make friends. I'm still working at the stationery shop until I start at the travel agent, as well as volunteering at the library and museums. I'm really hoping that I'll still be able to keep my blog updated, even if it's just a little word vomit every few weeks. I just feel like everything's happening so fast, and even if it's leaving me a little windswept, it's exciting. 

I'm in the process of writing some better quality posts, but here's a little fill in :)
Lots of love,
Marti xxx

Friday, 25 May 2018

Exam season

A little poem about exams :)


Over eating,
Evening sleeping,
Lesson cramming,
Summer planning,
Early morning,
Chain-yawning, 
Cancelled plans,
Inked up hands, 
Hushing teachers,
Over-sleepers,
Emptied pockets,
Unwrapped lockets,
Snapping pencils,
Abusing stencils,
Plastic seats,
Funny tweets,
Wonky tables,
Torn up labels.
Months of waiting,
Confidence flaking,
Just a number,
Worth it...I wonder?

Hope you enjoy the unnecessary picture from Padstow :)
Lots of love, 
Marti xxx

Friday, 18 May 2018

"You can't really love them"

I feel as though the way I perceive the word love is different to the way a lot of other people perceive love.

I say that I love people a lot. I say that I love my family, I say that I love my friends, I say that I love people who make me smile; man, I even say that I love people I hardly know at all.

Does that take away from my meaning? Not at all. I believe that to be so loving is a quality that so many people are missing. I'm told so often that I can't love people without knowing them, but I ask them why not? The world is so full of anger and hatred; why shouldn't I fill a little of it with love? To love somebody doesn't mean that you are totally in love with everything about them. It simply means that you see them for who they really are. You see their true, inner goodness and are infatuated with that.

Lots of love, 
Marti xxx

Friday, 11 May 2018

If I was starting highschool again

I was talking to one of my little friends earlier (love you lots, Lysi) and she told me that she wanted to do more. This made me smile. It got me thinking about my younger self and what I would do differently if I could turn back time. I love the way things have turned out, and strongly believe that every decision I made along the way contributed to the place I am now. However, for the sake of this post, I am going to ignore that and tell you straight from the heart how I would approach the first few years of secondary school now that I'm a few weeks off finishing. 
  1. I would sign up to every extra-curricular activity the school was offering. Netball? Samba? Science? I would sign up to each and every one. I think that when I was in my first year, I was convinced that everybody already knew how to do these things and that I would look silly. That is not true in the slightest, and even if it is; you're going to make some pretty groovy friends in the process!
  2. I would learn to play an instrument. Pretty similar to point one, and something I wish I did when I didn't have the commitment of exams
  3. I'd keep up with the swimming lessons. Galas seemed lit ;)
  4. I'd join youth groups outside of school. I had no idea how many there were, and am I strong believer in making friends in all kinds of places
  5. I'd not put too much pressure on myself to make close friends. Friendships grow with time, and you're not doing anything wrong if somebody doesn't call you their best friend. 
  6. I'd relax. Life is good and nothing matters as much as you think it does :)
All my love, 
Elder Marti :p xxx


Friday, 4 May 2018

We're not the same

A quick heads up- this is going to be a very quick post and I'm not sure how much sense it will make. I just need to get some things out of my head and hey, where better to share them? :) Pretty sure I took this pic on the way to Calais when everybody else was sleeping on the French trip in case you're wondering :p

I feel like I learn so much every day. Looking back on the person I was last month, last week or even yesterday is just so strange. It blows my mind how much we grow and develop
 as people in such a short space of time, but I digress. 

Last week, the main thing I picked up on was how different we all are. I'm doing NCS this July, which I'm super excited about. A lot of people don't understand why. They don't see why I'd want to spend my summer camping with strangers. To me: it's an adventure. Sure, it's scary, but that's what makes me even more excited. One of my friends said that he doesn't want to do it because he won't know anyone. I said to him that we'd make loads of friends. This is where I think our views differ significantly. He told me it takes years to make a friend. I was puzzled. 

I told him about a camp I went on a few years ago. We were camping in Durham, and I didn't know all that many people. After a long coach trip, I was told that I was in a tent with two other girls. One of which I knew from other camps and the other I'd never met. It took one night  for us to become friends. We fell asleep wrapped up in sleeping bags next to each other and all woke up hugging for warmth. That's the kind of friendship that just happens, and I know that there is a reason for it. I'm not in contact with either of them anymore, but I have some of the best memories with them. Friends aren't always going to be with you for life, but they'll be a part of it. And that's what matters.

That's just the way I see things, but again, I've realised how different we all are. That's the beauty of things :)
Lots of love, 
Marti xxx