TRAVELLING.

Im at it, so don't exppect to hear much from me.
Ill be uploading photos and making comments, but thats it, anyone who cares ti know, comment.

Luv u all who know me well.


Dusty is on her way to NYC. Where Queen B belongs.

Movies, aren´t they neat?

Yes they are.
I adore movies with all my heart, it would be crazy not to go to the cinema or watch any movies, it would be a waste of time and talent.
I have grown watching pretty much anything, my critic sense has grown gradually and Im now confident to say that it has come to a point that is well built.
Anyway you have seen my entries and you´ll be seeing more.

Im going away, so expect great things.

A little something that makes me smile

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea
e.e. cummings

Lective year resolutions

Coming from the movies after seeing He's Just Not That Into You, I realized I was thee character of Alex: keeping distance from everyone I really like, never knowing when its right to feel what and how to show it. It's true I swear, I don't know what love is and unless I really expose myself and become a bit more Gigi-ish I think Ill never know.
If Im not open for new things, how can I allow myself to be happy? Or at least have a shot at it. So my resolutions for this elective year starting(school starts tomorrow), is to try different things and allow myself to let go a bit more.
My dad is all out there and my mother is one of the closest people Ive ever met, this year Ill try to find a bit of a balance.
My family didn't seem to like the movie, though I found itt charming. It's that sort of thing that can happen to you, whether you want to or not.

That's why I decided to get serious, I started researching about England and its habitable possibilities, waiges and job offers, as well as scholarships and travels.
I'm going to start looking at my future instead of looking into my past, present will go by as I get ready for what will come next, and Im sure it'll be a hell of a ride.

Anyone who'd like to join me?

Much I do About Nothing.-

Several things to discuss:
First one, Im on hopliudays with my dad, lets call it the Hiatus, I really dont do ANYTHING with my time, some failed surf clases, some good, but nothing else, its such a pain in the ass to be held in this posisition.
Absolutley nothing could make me feel better if its not bringign Hanna along with me so that I feel like I got someone to talk to.
That is the main problem: The people I find it hard to be open with is my own parents. Inside hat circle the only person I really could talk to is gone. He asked her to leave and she is never coming back.
Anyway lets move on, my dad and I are sick. We have a cold, problem is that if Im a whiny he is the kings of these. Theres not ONE MINUTE that he is not feeling sorry for himself or just talking about all the things life SHOULD be about.
OKAY IVE HAD 17 YEARS OF IT, I GET IT!! YOU DONT LIKE PEOPLE. Jesus fucking christ.

Have you ever had the need, the NEED I tell you, to run away from wherever the FUCK you are crying and screaming at the top of your very lungs just to let out all the crap that is inside of you?
Well I get that feeling a lot and whern Im in a restaurant like tonight and I can{t really run out, I picture myself in my head doing it.
Its a thought that I turn to in a lot of ocasions. When I feel Im about to explode. But seriously EXPLODE.
I can{t even eat. I feel so uncomfortable in my own very skin the feeling just... I dont know I would like to fly away.
If it was that easy I would of done it ages ago.


Anyway Im coming home tomorrow and its the only thing that keeps me going. Being myself again, and talking to people who think of me as a 17 year old, not a 7 year old or a 27 year old.
Me.
The one they know, with my ups and my lows, my good days and my bad days, heaven knows I have them.
Where I can let go. And try to feel good in my own skin.
Does this sound depressing to anyone else?
I bet it does.

Anyway, Ill always be the same boring me.
I dont even know what else to tell you.
Im going to cry in the bathroom now.
I salute you reader.-


Dusty, bruised all over.