Everything I am





My friends call me the smart one (I'm most definitely not). Christal is the pretty one, Nerissa is the mean one, Ada is the funny one, Karley is the business woman, Eve is the posh one and Dani is the Mum.

These girls have got me through thick, thin and everything in between. We have been through break ups together, break downs, we have laughed, cried, yelled at each other, travelled together, shared our secrets, beds, money, clothes, even men, blurted out other people's secrets, kept secrets, witnessed weddings, births, and death together.

You name it, one of us has been through it and we have all helped each other through what ever drama is happening in our lives whether we agree with it or not.

I'm not sure what the common denominator is that binds us as friends, but what ever it is, I am glad I can call this bunch of crazy, annoying, weird, funny, caring women my best friends.

 

Change

Is it really, I mean really possible for us to erase our pasts, and change?

It is something I think about often, as I know myself I have done some pretty unforgivable things, that I wish I could forgive myself for, but have never been able to. So how can you expect others to change, when you don't change yourself?  Are we always harder on ourselves than we are others?

The big questions. My observations have showed me that often when we forgive, we forget, and then head straight back down that path that we swore to ourselves we would never walk down again. I would like to believe that people can change, but much experience has taught me that they can't, and this is not necessarily a bad thing, but something that we need to remind ourselves from time to time.

Yes, we can change our hair, our clothes, our jobs, our boyfriends, and even our friends, but can we really change who we are, and do we want to?

Don't get me wrong I love alllll of my friends and consider each and every one one of them as part of my family, but there are people you trust, and people you really trust. Sometimes I forget this, and was given a little reminder just this past weekend.

My mother once told me that if I could count on all five fingers friends that I could trust, and I mean trust with the deepest and darkest secrets then I would be the luckiest girl in the world. I remember thinking "wow Mum, you must be a loser because I have at least ten best friends". Needless to say I was in Grade 9, and mid fight with 3 of my "best friends".

So my answer to my question is that I believe that people grow, the grow up, grow taller, grow apart, or grow together, but people do not change.

Amelia xx

 

Who are you really?

 

My name is Amelia, and I never thought I would be the blogger type. My friends will certainly give me a lot of grief about writing this, but I figure they will get as much out of it as I will (a laugh).



This blog will focus on my relationships between friends, family, boys (even stangers I may stumble upon), travel, escapades of a Friday, Saturday (ok maybe even Sunday) night, and those of my close friends, as well as musings about the relationships between men and women, life in general, and the place I call home, Launceston.

I am an on-again, off-again smoker, and I enjoy anything alcoholic (particularly Champagne — even though it gives me the worst heart burn and even worse hang overs), but at heart, I am an old-fashioned girl, who loves to spend time alone in my cave (as everyone calls it). Like all my friends (and every other girl out there) I am on an endless search for true love, and refuses to settle for just any old thing Despite this, I secretly express doubts that I am the type to get married and raise a family.

I will endevour to be as honest as I can be (perhaps leaving out any explicitly incrimintating infomation so my friends don't kill me), and I hope you enjoy reading...

 

|Myself, Ada (Kada), Christal (Prom), and Nerissa (Hasian)|

December 08, 2012

this would have to be my favourite photo of some of my favourites, only taken last Saturday. A snapshot of our bond