Bloggers Anonymous

Camelgirl tagged me with the Bloggers Anonymous tag. There aren't really any rules of this tag, except, introduce/describe yourself and then tag it on to three people.

I thought that for this post I'd actually put some pictures of myself up here.

Hi, I'm Cat

I don't quite know what to say about myself. I can't dance but I can sing a bit. I think about everything a lot. I can do weird things like clover tongue but I can't whistle. I play recorder. I re do high fives until I get them right. I'm over the top sometimes.

I love my family and I love my place in it where I'll always belong. There are a couple of friends I have who I trust with absolutely everything and a heap of people I love to pieces. I'm one of those people who genuinely finds it insanely difficult not to talk. I'm naturally pedantic but I try not to be obnoxious.

I love Bob Dylan, The Gilmore Girls and Alice In Wonderland. I care a lot and I screw things up heaps. I'm loud and crazy and full on. Some people don't like it but that's who I am.

Cat xx

P.S. I tag Tehren, Eri and Toongen.

Excitement

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Since I last posted an amazing thing has happened: I reached fifty followers! I never thought I'd have any followers other than my friends really, so even though my numbers have been building up for a while, I can't help but feel completely and utterly shocked. Thank you so much everyone! You make me so happy :)
Cat xx
P.S I'll write a proper post soon :D

Who Needs Love?

Valentine's Day- The time of year when everyone's "special someone" gets to feel extra special and the rest of us get to watch. Yes, the forteenth of February is fast approaching and I'm just not feeling it. In fact, I think the Valentine's train may be about to squash me flat. My friends sit aboard, on their comfortable velvet seats, arm in arm, oblivious to my suffering.It seems lusicrous that a fifteen year old girl would refer to herself as singe, but it feels like the appropriate term. maybe it's the unrealistic portrayal of high school in TV shows and movies that makes a boyfriend seen as vital as an arm or leg. Perhaps it's the multitudes of teens and even preteens declaring their everlasting love for each other.Whatever the cause, recently there's been a change. Couples don't make me feel sad or envious anymore. They make me feel sick. "Why the change of heart?" you may ask. I'll tell you: it's because the word 'love' no longer means what it once did. No, now love is just the word girls use to manipulate boys into watching "The Notebook" and boys use to get into girls pants. It means "Sure, you'll do until i see something shinier". My sister is twelve and last year a friend of hers got her first boyfriend. About a week in they were "in love". Two months later they broke up over msn.I guess The Pussy Cat Dolls were right about one thing. I don't need a man to make it happen. Not on Valentine's Day or any other time of year. I refuse to feel as though I'm missing something just because a bunch of twelve year olds are buying each other hideous red and pink toys. They'll be broken up in a day or two anyway.

This is another piece I wrote for English(a while ago obviously). Tell me what you think :)

Cat xx