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TURNING 12 TOMORROW

Still watches ABC kids religiously.

Silly Hannah

Easter Sunday morning 

Dad: I turn your light off after you fall asleep every night.
Hannah: And in the morning I open my curtain because that's where the light comes from during the day time. 
Me: ...... Really?

sowwee

Tumblr has taken over my internet life.

I feel like I'm cheating on blogspot.

But I'm going to make up for it.

Here is a photo of my sister and I on her birthday.

She had an ice-skating party with friends from her old school and new school (but none are in the photo).

525,600 minutes

warning: this is going to be deep.

how do you measure success?
it's not how much money you have, it's not how much stuff you own.
it's the life choices you make and the goals you set out for yourself to achieve.
achieve these goals, and you have succeeded.
i'm not here to tell you how to live your life (see a certain 'angel in training' for that)
but i just wanted to share with you what i have succeeded in achieving this year.

one of my new years resolutions this year was to stop lying to my mother. no sneaking around, no lying about what i'm doing and where i'm going. and i am proud to say i have succeeded (except for just once. promise, just once). and what do i have to show for it? a better relationship with her. not fantastic, but definately better.

so now i've started brainstorming more new years resolutions.
i'm thinking something along the lines of, be kinder to hannah.

that girl is pretty kinky

i'm in a weird mood right now. I still have one more exam tomorrow but for some reason I feel like I'm on holidays right now. and I am dancing in my chair to sir rick james and have just made him my new ringtone. mmmm.
also, i introduced my sister to what a magic 8 ball is (my phone has an app)
i told her to ask it a question, so she leant in and yelled "DO GIRLS HAVE BEARDS?". then i told her she didn't have to yell because it can't hear her, gave my phone a shake, and up came "without a doubt".
the highlight of my day.

One of these things is not like the other

I came downstairs Sunday morning to find my little sister (who is 10) sitting at the bench eating breakfast. At first I thought, awesome, she's finally figured out how to make her own breakfast. Then I saw her toast. With bright eyes and a strong sense of pride in her voice, she told me she had put kiwi fruit on her toast because she couldn't open the new jar of vegemite.

I didn't really say much. Its times like these that there really isn't much to say.

I just opened the new jar for her then made my own breakfast.