Good News: Thankfully, my dad called the place before we went out so we weren't like, you know.. THERE to find out 'oh no, there's no stock' =.=
Bad News: I HAD TO WAKE UP AT 8AM. BOOO!
Good News: I went back to sleep after that.
Bad News: I was very harshly woken up again by my mum at 11-ish
Good News: I went to the salon today and got a scalp treatment and a new hairdo. The scalp treatment made my head feel all cold and tingly.
Bad News: The fact that today is the last day of 2010 hit me like a comet only hours ago.
Good News: I get to enjoy an AWESOME dinner tonight
Bad News: I hit my ankle when my sister and I were wrestling for stupid reasons and now I think it's gonna bruise.
Good News: I strapped an ice pack to my ankle with a belt so it probably won't bruise :D
Bad News: The year is ending. The year is ending. OH MY GAWD THE YEAR IS ENDING.
Good News: I'm going out for lunch with my uncle, aunt and cousin later :D
Bad News: All this eating is going to make me so fat that the world will tilt off it's axis.
Saying that I don't want the year to end would be the biggest understatement of the decade. I am quite reluctant to go to sleep now. Why? Because I know that if I go to sleep, time will only drift by all the more quickly and the next thing I know is that BAM it's 2011.
2010 has been kind to me at times, and at times 2010 has just been a big chunk of mean. The emotional ups and downs have been thus far, bearable and seeing as how 2011 will be the mark of a new decade, 2001 up till 2010 have also been kind to me.
I've grown up, moved schools, found friends I love, learnt things the hard way, made mistakes [TONS OF EM] , laughed till I was literally rolling on the floor, cried my heart out [but not really] If 6 year-old Ashleigh could see 16 year-old Ashleigh now, I daresay she would be proud and awed at who I've become. Not to say that I am perfect, far from it. I mean that 6 year-old me would not have imagined that I, in this moment in time right now, am the person that she would grow into. Ofcourse, the expectations of a 6 year-old are not much I suppose.
I've so much to say right now, but I won't go all soppy and sentimental on you readers. Yet.
I've saving that for another post. A decade as great as this one definitely deserves an entire post, title and content, all to itself.
Ciao4Now
