Monday, 3 November 2014

Bridging the Gap

It has been way too long, and way too many things have happened. To name but a few: Ryan at my house, two weeks worth, Green Man, Picnics, Hay-On-Wye, Grandparent’s house, Home, Uni, Call about a Job, Holy shit I work at Costa, I have a job, Alone in the House, New house, Lyssie’s here, Freshers Week, Back at Uni…
Then it’s just kind of been one long splurge. We are now 7 weeks in to Uni, and I’ve been in Exe for about 10 weeks. Had some good times, such as a club night called Detention, wore a corset for a Social and went to Cheeseys, saw a man smoke inside the Lemmy on a Saturday night. Spent a lot of time with Ry, which is all good. Halloween caused quite a stir – I went as a vampire queen with Ry as my human slave and ended up wearing a dominatrix outfit. I felt it was fairly classy, not too much skin on show, but I’ve had a lot of feedback from it. Good, all good, and it definitely was a confidence booster.
So much and so little seems to have happened all at once. I’ve not had time to write any of Recto, or any poems, or even written on here, which really frustrates me seeing as it’s basically what I want to be doing with my life. But I spoke to DeNiro last week (went home for reading week, it was great, I walked the dogs and had a bath. That was literally it) and she made me see that it is always possible to do more. Not in a let’s-overflow-your-life-until-you’re-ill way, but just that it won’t be that difficult to try and do a bit of reading or writing in the spare time that I do have.
After all, I have a limited amount of time here, I shouldn’t be wasting it.
I mean, at the moment things are a bit hectic because I’ve got four weeks to learn all my lines for our exam-play, KKP. Then there’s the English assignment that’s due in Week 9. But I feel like this week is going to be a good one for getting back on track, because I don’t have to go in to work at Costa until Saturday. I’ve decided that I’m going to write out a plan of what’s happening in the next few weeks, so that I can balance out my free time between doing work for Uni and also doing things I enjoy – for instance, if I manage to get the English assignment done by the end of next week, I’ll be able to enjoy myself, not get stressed, and then also focus on KKP when I need to.
Things have been so up in the air since I got to Uni, but I feel like I’m finally finding my feet again. It took a while, I got stressed and ill, had a lot of confused thoughts and late nights, but it’s looking good from here.

Sunday, 13 July 2014

Being Self-Important

Well, it’s easy to see that last week was a complete blur in terms of things that happened and things I did. To think about the fact that this time last week (11PM Sunday Night) I was lying on the floor in Bentley’s brother’s room next to a giggling Ry is weird enough, but there are so many things that have happened between then and now as well. For instance, today I went to the White Water Rafting centre in Cardiff where they have an artificial river with the Neenan family. They paid for my lunch and membership, which was very nice of them indeed, but I am babysitting for them on Thursday (and played babysitter today) so I guess it all balances out.
Tomorrow I am going to begin (not try and begin) a ‘new regime’. It’s not going to be exactly hardcore, but I really do want to try and shake off the extra unnecessary weight that I’ve had on since leaving AC. Plus, I want my curves back. Ry is always telling me I’m sexy, or beautiful, but I want to look in the mirror and see it for myself. Okay, maybe women are never truly happy with their body image but some mornings I do wake up and think “Damn, I look good today”.
The difference is, I want to wake up every day and think that.
So. It begins this way:
  • Eat smaller portions (already eating pretty well).
  • Don’t constantly snack.
  • No booze until you get home (or occasional cider, that’s okay).
  • No more chocolate Who am I kidding? We’re cutting down on it though.
  • For one meal a day, do not have carbohydrates.
  • Cut down on the red meats.
  • Gym/Run/Swim at least once a day (no excuses for this one).
  • 20 crunches every day (build this as it gets easier).
  • Squat, my friend.
  • Try and stretch, okay? Yoga poses, only takes 15 minutes. Do it when you wake up, and just before sleeping. Make sure your back doesn’t hurt.
  • Take care of your skin. SUNCREAM.
  • Shower, that’s always good.
  • Keep everything nice and tidy in the room, do some laundry for god’s sake.
  • Smile. Be happy. Just cause you miss him doesn’t mean you can’t be happy in yourself.
  • Make sure to be centred. Breathe. Enjoy the environment.
  • Read.
  • Go for walks.
  • Listen to music.
  • Relax. Don’t stress.
  • But also do work harder to find that job. Just be more proactive about life.
  • It will take a while, but I know that there are definitely lifestyle changes that I need to make, so this is a list of small things that will probably help. Tomorrow, I will start with a few of these, and gradually over the next week try to pick up more and more. We’ll see how it goes.

Friday, 11 July 2014

Fallen.

Spent the past week at Ry’s house and it was an incredible, wonderful week. It’s not like anything particularly magnificent happened, it was just so nice to be back with him. What I have with Ry puts all other things to shame – for once in my life here is a boy who actuallylikes me. No, he loves me. He really, really loves me, I can tell. No one’s ever looked at me like that before, and it’s a fantastic feeling. What’s more is that I feel the same and will openly admit that; with him, there are no secrets. There is no awkwardness, and I am completely comfortable with him. Anyways. Back to the week:
Arrived on Friday night, went to the pub to meet some of Ry’s friends. They were lovely, but by 11PM I was shattered so we went home. Saturday was just for the two of us to hang out, so Ry drove us down to this place called Groomsbridge Place. There was an ‘Enchanted’ Forest full of climbing things, zip lines, swings, a giant ‘spider’ web, a standing stone, a cool pool, and DEER. I saw deer! They were cool. There were also some really pretty gardens, my favourite was called the Secret Garden (though not exactly secret), we sat on a bench in there. I think Ry was a little disappointed we didn’t get to sneak off into the forest to have sex, but I didn’t really mind. There were plenty of places, just too many people around potentially. Instead, we went to see the bird show, which was cool. Next, we went to his friend’s house for a night of general debauchery. Played a game of Lord of the Ring(s) of Fire. I met (and got drunk with) Bentley, Ebanks, Galliers, Kian – and Kingers, but he joined us at midnight and by then I was dancing by myself in the corner.
Ry then proceeded to get very drunk and spew into a bin – this, of course, was after I had already put Bentley to bed because he had passed out on the stairs. They both passed out pretty soon, whilst I ate pasta with the other boys. All in all it was a good evening. Bentley did have some pretty kind words for me as he was falling asleep though. He said that I was “much better” (power phrasing) than Ry’s ex-”the Bitch”-girlfriend. I’m sure she’s not actually a bitch but it makes me happier to give her that name. It also made me happy to think that Ry’s friends prefer me over her, because sometimes I’m still worried that Ry might not have completely forgotten about her. I mean, it was only two weeks after they broke up that we started seeing each other. But I told Ry what Bentley had said, and he in turn relayed that information back the next morning (I think they thought I was out of hearing range). Bentley muttered something in return, then said “well, [the Bitch] would never have put me to bed” which Ry agreed with. That made me smile. It’s not like I do things like put drunk people to bed to get points or whatever, but Bentley was even soberly admitting he prefers me… That’s got to count for something, right? I’ve always thought friends’ opinions of your significant other was important, and it pleases me to know that I can hang out with Ry and his friends without any of them wishing I wasn’t there.
 Also, why wouldn’t you put a drunk person to bed?
I mean come on, you’re supposed to help them, not just leave them lying there on the stairs.
Sunday was quiet, we sobered up with bacon sandwiches and then went into town to meet Lyssie. Had lunch and saw the castle and Ry’s school. Went home, had dinner with Ry’s family and played card games with them which was really good. They’re a fun family, and I don’t think we’ve ever played cards around the table like that, apart from maybe at christmas. But then Ry and I had to go, ’cause we were staying at Bentley’s that night to go to Thorpe Park in the morning. That was an experience. Met the girls of the group, then ended up on sleeping on the floor of a bedroom with Kingers, Ebanks, Ry and Dommy. They stayed up ’til god-knows how long chatting about things that happened when they were at school. I had nothing to add to the conversation, but it was nice just listening and drifting in and out of consciousness. Plus, I love it when Ry laughs, and he was laughing a lot.
Monday was Thorpe Park – a typical day out at a Theme Park but it was nice to hang out with Ry and his friends. The only thing was that it began to tip it down as we came off the log flume so we remained drenched, and I then didn’t wear a bra for the rest of the day. Spent most of Tuesday morning lying in bed, watched Transformers: Age of Extinction in the cinema and went bowling in the evening. Wednesday, Ry and I went down to Broadstairs and I saw Nan and Grandad. They met Ry, and it was a really nice day out. I enjoyed it a lot, it was good to see the Grandparents and I think Ry enjoyed himself too. Then that evening we spent an hour at his sisters so I got to meet her and her kids. It was only a five-year-old girl who could ask such blatant questions like “So are you Ry’s girlfriend now?” which was slightly awkward and amusing at the same time. But I feel like I’ve always been good with kids and these two were no exception, so I hope they – and Ry’s sister – like me. It was also nice to see how Ry was with the kids; he was great. I mean I didn’t expect anything else, but how people behave around youngsters isn’t really a side of that others can see so easily without having young kids in their families. I can already see he’s going to be a brilliant Dad one day.
That evening we watched Ry’s sixth form production of Sweeney Todd – Ry was playing Anthony – and it was pretty spectacular. I would have loved to see it live, but the whole thing was really well put together (if the make up just a little too visible). It made me realise that Ry really can sing – I mean I always knew he could but we’re usually just together or with his mates when he bursts into song. But yep, the boy has lungs on him, and I hope he auditions for stuff at Uni next year. I just hope that my suggestion of it doesn’t put him off, or that I may be pressurising him into doing it when he doesn’t want to. But Thursday morning, it was back on a train, and now I am sitting in my room in the Morg, having had a full day back at AC. It was a fantastic week, but I guess it’s back to normality now. Already I can tell that I miss Ry. Somehow, I crave him, and yesterday I almost burst into tears because I missed the bus – but I think it was more about the fact that I had to leave Ry’s and that I’ve been overtired for a very long time.
I just can’t believe I have to wait another 5 weeks to see him again.

Thursday, 19 June 2014

An Open Letter

To My Dearest,
I know you can’t read this letter, but that’s precisely why I have written it. As you can probably recall, you recently read the poems I had written in the blue book – that’s fine, I didn’t mind at all. It made me a little shy but secretly pleased. This is the same thing, I think. I don’t mind if you find out about this secret, thoughtful place, but I’m not going to bring you here; and if you don’t ever find it, then I am perfectly content with that as well.
I miss you. There is a pain in my chest that I can’t shake out, a deep, twisting ache that I have only felt twice before. Once, for Singapore. The other time, for AC. For places, times, memories and everyone that went along with those things. In Singapore’s case, the food too. But this time, it is for you. I am constantly needing to distract myself because if I have a quiet moment, I realise: by God, this is painful.I was never expecting that one person’s presence in your life could have such an impact, and I think about past times that I have had people like you – like you in Title, nothing more – and wonder if that was how I felt then.
I don’t think it ever was.
This is not the yearning for something I cannot have; not that ache I felt for years, wishing that he would ‘like me back’, knowing that he never would. This is not the twang I felt as he turned away and I watched him laugh, oblivious to the fact that his friendship was all I desperately wanted because there was nothing more he could give me. No. This is not a crush.
Those feelings are irrelevant now; I finally understand what it is like to be loved. You did that, you silly fool, you made me feel that much. You made me believe that I am much more than I ever was, and told me I was being stupid when I thought I wasn’t good enough. Sometimes, I still don’t think I am, but I know that you have faith in me, and that is enough. You carry my heart in your pocket, and I think you still have it with you even though we’re not together – that’s probably why there’s that empty hole in my chest.
I wish you were here. Oh, how desperately do I wish that, above all things. I never understood it before, when people would answer “What do you want most in the world, right now?” with “Him”. I thought they were being idiots, that honestly, there was definitely something better than having a person there beside you right at that second. But if you rounded the corner right now, with those eyes, those hands and arms and cheeky grin, that wonderful musical laugh that tells all of its own secrets, I would never let you go again. I would walk with you through the gardens, and show you my old house and make you smell its beautiful, filthy scent. We would sit under trees and lie on crappy sofas, eat the food and wander the castle. I would pull you into the outdoor pool. You would hate me for it. I would love you still.
There were some kids who had your name, they were in my session with me today. It didn’t have the same ring to it, somehow, and though it was hard – all it did was remind me of you – it was okay, because I enjoy having you on my mind. In truth, you hardly leave it, unless I realise my bones are aching and I need to sit down, and then you come back, a wisp of thought and twisting pain and endless cravings for your touch. We were on the phone. We were on Skype. Both times, I didn’t want to hang up. You are far away and I am once again at the Castle-By-The-Sea, teaching kids at AOC. The summer is beautiful here, you should definitely visit. This place was always magical, but I think having you here would just make it. Just so. Magnificent.
There is much more that I could probably say, but I am running out of time. Instead, have this: a token of my gratitude.
“I’d like to be your preference
and hence
I’d like to be around when you unhook.
I’d like to be your only audience,
the final name in your appointment book,
your future tense.”
John Fuller – Valentine.
With the depth and breadth and width of my soul,
x

No Blu-Tack On My Walls

[written on about the 25th of May, published 19th June... oops]
It seems that once again, it’s taken at least two months for me to be able to sit down and write a post for this blog. Not that it’s my intention, I am actually trying to keep this going in a way that no other blog has continued before (I blame tumblr…) but this time it wasn’t actually my fault. I think there was an update on Blog.com (the base for this blog) and whilst updating it they ‘deleted’ My Contemplations, meaning that I wasn’t actually able to put any new posts up. But it’s all good now, I sent an email and they re-activated it, so here we are!

Wednesday, 4 June 2014

For All My Stars

As of yet, you don’t exist,
just dust in that high galaxy.
You wait patiently for formation,
ears, eyes, hands and toes.
Your voice will cry up to the heavens
when you land, shooting through the clouds
in a hot ball of fire, falling fast,
and I will catch you, arms wide open.
I could mention all the
things that we will do,
the days spent in the sun,
sword fights and dancing in carpeted living rooms,
the fear that you will sometimes feel,
the hurts that you might face.
This lioness will roar and scare
all those frights of yours away,
and scoop you up and spin you around;
let you sniff the flowers grown,
try to teach you the right way.
But if I say too much, my dear,
it will only cause me aches and pains -
don’t worry, Love. It’s not your fault.
it’s just me, the saudade I feel,
of things yet to come my way.

This Charming Man

We never asked for this, only one sought it out -
if I had searched, it would have hid,
away in the belly of the beast,
almost in gentle slumber, only flicking a tail
as eyes catch eyes of strangers.

But as it is, the silk string doesn’t unravel
the way it may have done before,
letting pearls drop down and scatter
across the sea and back,
into mouth of clams.

Instead I wear this necklace,
warm around my throat -
it does not choke, but tells
all that wish to know:
this prize does not belong to you.

I do not fight the glowing stones,
they found me and settled here.
At times, I reach behind my neck
with careful, shaking fingers;
just to check the clasp still holds -

Fingers still grope for
each other in the dark.
I beg you, don’t let go.

Sunday, 6 April 2014

The Actual Difference

Good reads:

He Calls Me Beautiful

I can’t believe that it’s been almost two months since my last post – so much has happened since then, but also at the same time not so much? I don’t know, two months in writing doesn’t seem that far away, but it feels like an eternity ago. Let’s start from the beginning:
So Lyssie’s Boyff broke up with her only a few days after my last post, which weirdly coincided with me getting to know a certain person fairly well. It was Tuesday the 11th that he first stayed over, and it’s nice to remember the date just because I like to know what’s been going on and how far things have progressed. So since then, Ry and I have steadily been building – to the point where, actually, we’re going out. Like. Boyfriend and Girlfriend. I met him through Lyssie, but now I know him as his own person, and it’s wonderful.
This is the problem I have with the past: I can’t say that I haven’t had boyfriends before, but none of them have ever matched up to this. I mean, as Mum says, this is a more “grown up” relationship – I happily gave him my V Card, after about a month and a half of us seeing each other – but it feels like tarnishing what this relationship is if I use the same word for Ry (Boyfriend) as I do for the boys I’ve been with in the past. What I have now is incredible; I’m so glad, all of a sudden, that I waited for it. I don’t want it ever to end, it makes my heart hurt believing that it could.
It’s only been two months, and that seems an impossibly short time for how I feel right now.
But yeah. He makes me feel fantastic. There’s not much else to say about it, I’ll have to write a poem or something.
In other news, got much closer to La (the long haired, crazy awesome sister of Podge) this term and we’re even going to direct and write a play for Term 3. This time next week I will be on my way to Brisbane to visit Mads, and I cannot wait! It’s going to be 10 days in the sun, with the friend I’ve known since I was 5, and I can drive now too so that makes everything even better. It’s going to be tough, 3 weeks not seeing Ry when we’ve only ever really gone about a week without seeing each other, but whereas in the past the distance has killed everything I felt I think this time it’s gonna be okay. We’ll Skype, and it’ll just be great when I see him again. But Mads first, Yay!
Unfortunately Lyssie has decided to leave Uni and go to Birmingham instead next year, but we’ll still have next Term together and because I don’t have any exams and stuff I’ll be able to spend time with her, which is nice. I’ve got AOC Summer again too! Which should be lots of fun, although I still need to do the paper work for it…
I think that’s pretty much everything updated, even if it is rather brief. I’ll definitely be trying to blog more, and Tuna and I are planning on finishing the RP this summer too so there’s another challenge! For now, stay fly.

Saturday, 8 February 2014

The Symbolist Movement

This is what my Saturday nights have become; sitting at my desk at 10:30PM, trying to finalise a presentation that I have to do with my drama group this coming Monday. Today has been a strange day, I got a little high with Lyssie, her Boyff and his friend that I’d happily like to call Irritator. It was such an awkward experience, being in the middle of Lyssie and her Boyff’s occasional bicker, and then the next minute they’d be really happy again. But the worst stuff came from the Irritator, who would only talk to Boyff – unless he was making a joke at Lyssie’s expense, often repeating the same one about how he was going to “come round” to Lyssie’s studio when she and Boyff were going to do something – like have dinner, go to a nice lunch, or go to the museum.
The transcript – powerphrased – of the conversation that I finally snapped during is as follows:
Boyff: (talking about the museum) We can go there tomorrow, if you like.
Lyssie: Yeah, that would be nice.
Irritator: Sounds good, what time do you want me over, Lyssie? About 10, so you can make us breakfast?
Now, seeing as this was at least the fourth time he’d used that joke, I was not having it anymore.
Me: That’s a really funny joke, you know. (pause) I mean, it just gets better every time you use it.
Note that there may have been a hint of anger or loathing in my voice as I said it.
Irritator’s reaction was to say no one had ever called him out on reusing a phrase before, and he was speechless.
An awkward silence followed, I thought I might have taken it too far.
After all, I’d only just met him and the Boyff.
Oh well. I’m hoping that things are looking up, and think that really I should start being a bit more religious (Wiccan wise). I need to start celebrating the Sabbats, appreciating nature and talking to the God/Goddess. On Monday night after Arena, I did have a half-hour drunken prayer to them, and I feel like they heard. Or at least they’re pushing me in the right direction now – I’ve got an interview to work in the Impy on the 17th of February(fingers crossed!), I am going to do more exercise starting Monday (definitely, this time. After Zumba I know that the benefits out way the procrastination), I’ve been up to date and doing well with work, almost finished the Exeter Award… On the boy front, I don’t want to jinx anything so I’ll keep quiet. There’s not much there now, and I don’t know if there will be.
It’s okay though, I’m happy.

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

-Chuck Palahniuk

“The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it’s only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think, the way they see themselves, the way they see the world, you can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.”

80th Post!

It seems kind of a miracle that I’ve managed to get to 80 posts on here, given how I am terrible generally with any form of diary or blog. However I really could be doing a lot more posts than that, seeing as I’ve had this blog for over two years now. It strikes me as odd, amusing, and fairly pleasing that in all that time this blog has never become ‘public’, in a sense. Maybe 5 people tops actually know about it, and that’s how it was always supposed to be, I guess. It’s not like it’s something I hide, it’s just that I don’t think I’ve ever been the person who’s life was interesting enough to be read by the masses – I wouldn’t want it to be anyways. Tumblr fame, Twitter fame, Blog fame – what exactly is it? Does it really mean anything? I never thought so; I mean occasionally I craved it in the past, on Tumblr or the Writer’s Cafe, but those bursts of passion quickly passed. I know that if I ever make a name for myself, through writing or whatever else it might be, it will be physical rather than over the internet.
know I’ll make a name for myself, it’s going to happen. I’m absolutely determined to.
In other news, I went to Zumba today, which was the first hour of physical exercise that I’ve done in a long time. I keep making these empty promises to myself that I’m going to ‘change my ways’, but it is always much more difficult than it seems. I talked to the Vampire (first met Halloween 2013, hence the name) in Arena, and told him that I didn’t want a relationship – not that I wasn’t interested in him, but that I wanted no long term ties. It’s made me wonder whether that was a good idea; I enjoy hooking up with him, but in the same way that I would enjoy hooking up with any man. The only difference is I know who he is and think of him as a friend, which makes it… safer, in a way? I don’t have to worry, or get fluttery panicked feelings.
I’ve realised one thing though, and that’s the fact that I am totally ready for a relationship. I mean I’ve had two near-misses at Uni (The Bed Invader & The Vampire), neither of which really amounted to much. I liked them both for a time, but it wasn’t the same deep emotion that I felt for the Boy last year. I mean for so long I was hung up over the Boy, and now I feel kinda empty. I wish, in a way, that I had never fallen for him. Back then, I was just getting back into the swing of enjoying who I am, and he smashed that. That swing is what I’m still looking for, and it’s making meeting guys a real challenge. Then again, Uni isn’t all it’s cracked up to be at all.
It’s not as bad as the many months after we first moved to the UK, but after AC I am definitely struggling to make my way forwards here. I mean, it’s February. I’ve been here just starting 6 months… then again, 6 weeks at AC is considered around about 6 months in the outside world…

Tuesday, 21 January 2014

Medium, Channelling.

The stage is set, the lights go dim,
the shining of the light gestures down the tunnel
where I can see the other side – at least,
they want me too. Closing eyes like
shutting doors, outstretched tree limbs are
crooked hands; tuning white noise,
the conflict is internalised. Until
I hear voices whispering, sounds
quieter than accidental coughs. The arctic wind
blows over my skin, but gypsy skirts were
never good in the cold.
The voices tiptoe forwards like a
trickling stream of consciousness, so the doors
slam open, eyes wide and searching.
We thaw winter frost
when I don’t want to hear anymore.

Face Blockage

I’m ill again. I don’t know why I say ‘again’ because I reckon I haven’t been ill for a long time, but somehow it always feels like, when you’re ill, the last time you got sick was literally only a couple of weeks ago. You don’t understand why your body can’t fight off these poisons; for some reason, too, you forget the feeling of being well – of being healthy, without the sickness. You forget what it’s like to be able to breathe through your nose, and what it feels like when you don’t have to cough, or your neck/throat/head/eyes/nose doesn’t hurt.
Weird, that.
As is probably easy to tell, I’m fairly wide awake. If I go to sleep now it will probably be the earliest I’ve ever gone to sleep at university. The thing is, I’m finding it hard getting to sleep. It’s not insomnia, I often feel tired, but I don’t like the process of falling asleep anymore. I have no idea why it is – I think it’s because I’ve somehow trained myself to notice when I am on the verge of unconsciousness. The phrase really is to ‘fall asleep’ but I wonder how many people realise that’s actually true – you do fall into sleep, into unconsciousness, like you’re stepping over an edge. I think that’s what gets me about falling asleep – I’m aware that I’m slipping over the edge and for some reason I can’t let go. I think it makes my mind/body panic, which is why I get the fluttery feelings.
But anyways, that’s not what I was trying to write about. This week has been a whole shenanigan, and I think I’ve learnt a lot about myself in a way. Saturday Night Lemmy was a complete and utter disaster, but at the same time I had a lot of fun. It taught me that a certain Bed Intruder (from long ago, one time) is not welcome in my life. I mean hey, I might be living with him next year (oops) but there’s months to go until then, and I really don’t need him to be happy. I have plenty of friends, and a silly, immature little man cannot change that. I don’t even know why I let him intrude into my bed, all that long while ago. (and his flatmate is hotter than him). 
I wrote a poem for my Creative Writing class, but I didn’t even get to read it. I’m beginning to question my own ability to write poems, I have no way of knowing if they’re any good because all poets are so different. There’s no One style, not like with prose where you actually have to have paragraphs, grammar and all that. You can tell if a story is good because it moves you, but how are you ever supposed to know with a poem? It’s such a fickle art. Also, Creative Writing is turning into another English class where we just look at poet’s work and analyse them. I mean I guess it makes sense in a way because we talk about language and stuff, but I’m going to have to give it a few more weeks before I’m sure I’m enjoying it.

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

12:14

I haven’t written a post in a very long time, and I’m ashamed of it. The end of 2013 was a wild time that must be discussed in great detail:
  • the Vampire
  • a House on Pennsylvania
  • turning 19
  • Disney world/Universal Studios Florida
Those four things are but to name a few, and I believe there probably are more – it’s just that I can’t think of them right now. But I will explain everything and make this blog up-to-date with all of the shenanigans that 2014 has already brought me. My New Year’s Resolutions actually seem to be working this year, but it’s early days so we’ll see how they go. Then again, I’m pretty determined for everything to go the way I planned. I might just have to make a To-Do list to remember all those plans…
But for now, it’s bed time.