Ok, a few issue's, before I start.
No, I didn't write this. This is Marc's {[link] work, you can see the original journal entry here - [link]
Yes, he does know I've posted this here. Go check the link above if you don't believe me.
I agree with Marcus here, but I believe that everyone should have their own chance to speak their mind. In other words, discussion is more than welcome.


It is our fate to live in interesting times.

A Canadian family including 4 children, killed in the midst of the brutal Israeli invasion. 176 casualties in Lebanon, 13 of them militants.

Israel has lost 24, 12 of them Soldiers.

Something terrible has happened. A nation has taken into its own hands the matters of war, has embraced whole-heartedly vengeance. Sure the Americans have rampaged around the Middle East in a vengeance quest, but at least they left something to rebuild with. Israel wishes to bring a country to its knees, and its not there to liberate its people from some tyrant, its hunting down a group of Militants, so insidious and dangerous because they can blend into the populace.

America faces a smiliar threat in Iraq, and amazingly the solution isn't to charge in, guns blazing, forcing the country into submission. These militants have to be dealt with, careful. Each civilian death, each new Atrocity...Brings them more fuel to their fire, just as the invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan served tofuel islamic fundamentalism.

We cannot stand idly by as Israel pursues this agression, because we cannot support a country that so disregards international law, and so presumptuously thinks it can do what it wants. If there is to be any resolution, it must be by both sides.

But there are those Canadian dead. Dead children, Canadian, Lebanese, Israeli. One cannot call either side good or evil, for such days of righteous chivalry are gone, and only shades of grey remain. But one can ponder this...Is Israel becoming what it so fears? As evil and as vile as the Hesbollah fighters, call them terrorists if you will, and even as evil and as vile as those who commited that event that they should remember. Burned into their minds should be the Horror of the Second World War, and what was wrought upon them. Yet even now they are savage and war-like, and children lie dead.

Something, perhaps, to think about.

Mood: *New Yearbook Happy*
Listening to: The Killers - Jenny Was A Friend of Mine
Reading: Angels and Demons - Again!
Watching: Whatever Emia Chooses

Well, it's that fantastic time of year again, when the year 11's leave and the school, once again, is rules by the strangly boarish year 10's. Not that I mind anymore - no year 11's just means no little shit's to hate all day, and a bunch of year 10 boys thinking they own the place...Which, of course, they do.

However, the year 11's leaving does mean at least one good thing - the new yearbook has finally arrived at school, and after months of giving up 2 evenings a week, I really can say, that as a year 12 with fuck loads of work to do, I'm so proud. It almost makes me want to be a magazine editor, but I think the stress would do me in, lol. It's a fantastic effort, with loads of pictures of our year, I will admit, but shit happens. We worked very hard to make that book happen, and now I'm never letting it out of my sight again...no, seriously.

I have also gone back to posting my writing up on here rather than my paintings too. I love drawing, painting ect, but it's my writing that makes me happy and occasionally gets through to people. It seems so simple, but to be honest I've really had trouble thinking of subjects to write on recently - hence the going back to my years of upper school English Lessons and my total love (yeah right) of year 10.

So, in conclusion - I have a subscription for the next week, and I plan to make the most of it. (No matter that I've already decided to buy myself one when this runs out!) Our yearbook rocks (I can't believe I'm using that phrase) and I'm not staying at home tonight. What in the world could be better....

*Goes to find out*

All My Love, Now and Always,

Carley Marie Hollis

Just as things seemed to be getting better, once again they take a turn for the worse.
My dad had a heart attack on Wednesday night. It's completely thrown all my family's lives into disarray. Mum seems to be trying to not stop, not sleep, not think... Mitch, well, he's not right. He won't talk, take anything in. He's like dad like that. And me? I just want to go...somewhere.
Things seemed to be getting better. I know that Mum wasn't particularly happy - not at home, but we were getting on better, and Dad was out more. I was beginning to start enjoying my lessons again, I got into the French and actually managed to finish my English Coursework. Now i just want it to be half term, or the summer, or something. I don't want to have to think anymore, because all the things I'm thinking are scaring me.
I don't know what to do.

I've been here on DA over a year now. It's been a year of change for me, which is both good, and bad. A lot has happened.
GCSE's for one. Yep, great results, as I'm sure you all know. Going to France, generally, an amazing experience. Starting 6th form - something at one point, I was so looking forward to. Prom - one of the best nights of my entire life. Being with my boyfriend for a year (and more).
But then I've had more than a fair share of problems too, most of them my own fault. Going to France caused me more emotional problems and general crap than I ever expected. Nearly losing Matt time and time again. Spending my 16th birthday in Clacton, on my own , without my friends. Hating 6th form because of the isolation you feel there. Just wanting to leave home time and time again.
But then again I can't really complain. I have a lovely boyfriend, decent grades and someplace to live. I suppose that's better than a nightmare where people end up unconcious????
(Sorry, still freaks me out a little!) Love you anyway Darling!
Love,
Carley

I'm majorly tired, and being hunched over a computer screen really doesn't help. I feel terrible - I've missed so much sleep recently and generally, i just hurt. And, Matt's managed to spill red juice all down my top, and I just want to go home!
At least I can sleep in my own bed tonight - that'll be nice.

On a happier note, at least I don't have so many worries now. Buying baby clothes at 16? Urgh.

Carley