Lips and Hips

Your one small step away,
Maybe just an inch,
But you seem so much closer in my dreams,
Where you hold me and we sleep.
Its frustrating how you don't see,
How perfect we could be,
If i were to kiss your lips,
and a hand slipped down to my hips.
You could take me away from it all,
And show a small girl, she could rise up tall,
Bring a smile to my quivering lips,
and put me back together from the bits.
If you wiped my eyes,
Every time I cried,
Life wouldn't seem so empty,
And I'd praise the day you met me.
Maybe one day you'll understand,
How you could cure the bad,
Until them I am lonley,
Until the day, you fall for me.

A little less sixteen candels a little more touch me...

Today I turn 16. The big one-six. I think its alot more important and milestoney if your american. In Britain it's not that great. You can just smoke, have sex and play the lottery legally. All three i do none of. Although It might help me get a job more easier now. Either way, Im at home on my own. Alone on my birthday. Well for another hour then my mums back. Its been relaxing. I've beem christning my brand spanking new laptop. My first laptop. My birthday present, and taking my ever dissapointing love life into consideration, I think I may have to marry it.
Tonight Im having a sleepover and having 3 mates over. 2 boys and 2 girls, quite a nice ratio. I think it's going to be an intresting night, we have Rocky Horror, Penis straws, Party bags and pass the parcel. And he is going to be there.

If my birthday wasn't excitment enough, my prom was last night. Another important american occasion thats not as hyped up in the old united kingdom. It was really great. I went in a limo with my friends as we listened to a mix cd i made, then as we arrived at school, we got to walk the red carpet to our school as loads of people watched us. It was amazing, i felt like a superstar, and i did pose on the red carpet and I don't give a crap if i looked like a total poser. The decorations were fab and everyone danced and got on with each other. Well maybe not me and a certain person, lets call her 'Bitch', but the atmospehre was amazing. Even the teachers were going for it, teacher dance off anyone?
I wish I could do it all over again, and as for the current 'obsession', the one..him. I got to be close to him, latch onto his arm. Got an amazing picture with him (and the bessie), and even got to slow dance with him at the end of it all. But you know whats heart wrenchingly awful about it all? He doesn't feel a thing for me. I know he doesn't. I told him how i felt last week and nothing. He still like the other girl. So I have to deal with the mixed emotions, jealously and downright insanity of being a single teen.
But whatever..I looked amazing for once in my life.
Stace
xxx

Just my luck

How i loathe science. Since its is so incredibly boring and I'm not quite up for revising which i really should be doing,thought i'd log onto the blog. Look at me getting all regular blog like. Be proud.
Todays been quite surreal. Since its my last week the teachers have gone all laid back for their last lessons. So first lesson, French, I was greeted with lots of french bread products. Crossiants, chocolate crossiants and something else which was quite tasty. The french got it right when it came to food. Yum.
Speaking of the french, I may actully get to meet my french space pal. How cool? The french accent is the sexiest. Everyone knows that. Anyway...to a pact. We have both decided that if, still faced with singledoma at eighteen. We'll get together, but i can predict that one. She may be excellent at english, but my french is appaling. I think my poor grammar would soon piss her off.
Anyways...science is coming to an end and Sam and Sarah are looking nosily at my blog. So since they won't piss off. I'll leave it at this.
Au revoir.
Stace
xxx

"Don't you know that your toxic?"

Ok, so im an awful blogger. But to be truthful, I don't have a whole lot to write about, my life isn't too intresting. Im an awful diary keeper aswell. But more to the point, I just had to rant about a load of stuff on my mind that didn't fit onto one A5 diary page.
Well It happened again. I fell for a guy, and I just know my hearts gonna get its ass kicked again. Earlier this year, I really liked a guy and he made me think he liked me too, but no, friend terroitry AGAIN! Which was ironic because we went to watch "Just Friends" together. So just as I get my sad self over that total blow, which was alot more tragic than I've explained, I think I've fallen for my guy friend. Which isn't good in the slightest since Im pretty sure he only sees me as a friend. So Im trapped in this awkawd position of confusion and total mind of crapiness.
It's put me in an awful bad mood and I can't concenrate. Love really sucks.
I keep hinting that I like him but I don't think he has a clue, and I know boys are stupid and you have to spell these things out to them but come on, could I be more obvious?
Ok, this was an awful blog..and I am an awful writer.
Im off.
Stace
xx