We've Got A New Camera

So we have this fancy new camera that everyone wants to take pictures with.

Me and Harry. My beloved bear that was given to me as a birthday present last year. He has two sisters and one brother. In order, it goes Harry - brown (as you can see), Harvey - blue, Holly - white and Harriet - pink. But Harry is the original. I've taken him to all my exams this year. I'm not allowed to have him with me while I sit the exam, but he sits at the front of the hall and just stares at people. I haven't had any complaints about him putting people off yet, so he still comes in with me.
If I ever lost Harry, I think a part of me would die inside. I have a very strong... what's the word... connection? Well something like that.
He's almost like a symbol of my childhood. This may sound a bit crazy, and you may think "You're still a kid now" which I am. But last year something happened. I had a "thing" (not really sure what else to call it, I liked him, he liked me (I think) but we weren't "going out" but we txted/emailed/facebooked all the time) with a guy in Wellington. I seem to have a thing for guys who don't live in the same town as me. Anyway, the Wellington part is not really the shocking part of this story. No, the "shocking" part is the fact that this guy was 7 years older than me. When I first met him, I thought he was 18, he thought I was 18, but turns out I was only 15 and he, 22. To me, its not really a big deal, I even told my parents about him, so I wasn't hiding it from them. It ended tragically for me, but lets not go into that.
The age difference never really bothered me, but there was an issue that did bother me.
The fact that I was still seen as a kid in most peoples eyes, I was scared he might treat me like a kid, so I forced myself to "grow-up" for him. I avoided talking about anything that could remind him that I was still young, and it worked for the most part.
I became this mature, adult like 15 year old, which in some ways is good, but in others, not so much.
I feel like I have lost some of my childhood, and having Harry helps me feel like the kid I still am.

I had fun with some lemon juice and a candle. I wrote/drew/painted random things on an A4 piece of paper. Random things such as: some of my best friends names. The name of this blog. The name of my failing band. Bible verses. A pretty butterfly and loveheart.

I'm wanting to dye my hair something like this, a kind of orange/brown.

And this is the colour I have to dye my hair, only problem is that it could be too bright for school. I know the colour looks pretty close to the one of Hayley Williams, but my colour is actually a lot brighter than it shows in the picture. I might do a bit of testing over the weekend to see if I can get it to be not so bright.

Something that made me smile at the PJ and board game night at youthgroup. Hope it makes you smile too :)