In My Head

Sun is shining through the trees

Quietly hoping everyone sees

My bared teeth because of laughter

But in my head preparing for slaughter

                                                Written by me,

silverweed.

Drop Red Gorgeous

today i went shopping for a little black dress.

I decided that my old dress was too worn out to wear for the 4th time to my Christmas Prom. Don't get me wrong; I do earn my own money and I'm not shabby, but I was (and I still am) completely in love with that dress. Nevertheless I had to drag myself too the mall, feeling broken hearted by the fact that I was leaving my old dress for a new item. At first, my mom would come with me (which meant that I could buy a more expensive one 'cause she would feel forced to contribute), but then I realised my mom and I have both VERY different styles. Therefore I would probably end up with an outdated, yellow (or an other hideous colour) dress with a flower pattern and a cute little collar. I get the shivers when I think about it. So I was glad I went by myself.

I wanted a new Little Black Dress, but when I tried on a red cocktail dress by Jane Norman, it stole my heart. Luckily it wasn't that expensive, about 80 pounds. The Prom is December the 23rd. I'll keep you updated.

Love, Silverweed (in red)        

It Takes Two To Quarrel

Just got into a huge fight with my younger brother. He's two years younger, but he thinks he's the big bad guy. We were arguing about some unimportant things at the dining table, when I told him he shouldn't use that tone of voice, as it made him sound really cocky. Then he got this delirious look in his eyes. I just knew he was getting insanely aggressive, but of course  I had to make a last calamitous comment.

He hit me with the string of his iPod-headphone, and that still hurts.

Lesson learned today: enough is enough, and bad-tempered, tired baby brothers are not the ones to provoke.

I was annoyed myself, though, because a few hours earlier I was having a weird, awkward and severe conversation with my stepdad. Eventhough I've known him for over 13 years, I've never liked him really.

He's almost fifteen (!!) years older than my mother, and very focused on his own life. He's not interested in me nor my brother. We were wandering through the woods with a really loud sounding awkward silence hanging between the two of us. I didn't have anything to tell him, and he didn't have anything to tell me... or did he? Waveringly he started the conversation, and he told me that he's probably going to move out if things don't change. Surprise, surprise... Not.

As we walked on, he told me about the fights he has had with my mom for over the past few years. I already knew about it, obviously. But it was nice to see that he trusts me and for once I was able to see his vulnerability. He has got a lot of unexposed anger inside of him, that's for sure. The only reason why I want him to keep on living with us, is because of my mom. I'm moving out in half a year. And in two years from now, my brother will be living elsewhere too. I would hate seeing her alone and sad in our house.

But for the rest of it; couldn't care less.

Some good news: I absolutely nailed my geographics test today.

Thank heaven for the moving continents and the carbon cycle and the plate tectonics!

L O V E,  S I L V E R W E E D

A Proper Introduction

I am Silverweed.
I love the colour silver and I love weed.

So I am Silverweed.

In this blog, I'll keep you updated about my life.

That involves school (I'm a senior), fashion, my lovelife (which is currently non-existent) and some heavy partying. My parents are divorced, I'm 100% hetero, but still a virign, and I have the privilege to enjoy the company of my lovely cat every single day.

I started this blog, because I'm convinced I've got something interesting to tell (that's not entirely true, but I just don't have a good reason).

At this very moment, I should be studying for a test I have in three...  uhm no wait.. two hours.
Geographics. Moving continents, earthquakes and vulcanos. Extremely yawn-able.

I don't consider myself popular. I have a lot of good friends, I guess, but I'm not someone everyone looks up to. I am an artist. I love acting, drawing and writing poems, but acting is my one and true love.

Literally, 'cause I am a merry happy single. I'll start a relationship when I want kids, a house and a dog.
Right now, I'm just enjoying the kiss-kiss bye-bye.
A lot of my friends have been in a relationship for a very long time, though. My best girlfriend for example, she's had a boyfriend for over two and a half year. Incredible. What would you even have left to talk about after such a long time?

Ahh, but I digress...
I really should start studying by now....
Let's make it happen. Wish me luck:)

Love to you all

~ wishing weed

~ i picked the wishing weed

~ beneath your mother's tree

~ and i asked it

~ to bring you back to me

~ then a dragonfly

~ took it to the sky

~ and it rode on the wind

~ until it caught your eye

WELCOME TO MY LIFE