This is the first nostalgic off load post that comes compulsory to the posts and moans often associated with a stereotypical blogger.
My draws are full of diary entries and scribbles and silly things. This blog is for those scribbles. A coherent documented display of the mind fuckiness that comes too easily into the mind of someone that frankly knows how to get lost in her own head all too well. Why put it all online? Someone might relate. A couple might agree. Lots of people might disagree. Perhaps a stranger will tell me where I'm going wrong and maybe it might help a friend realise how normal they may in fact be.
I am a Durham student. I live in an intense bubble, an unavoidable pressure cooker of chaos and craziness. It's a hot and heavy place. When it rains, it pours. I love it, and I hate it. It's not home, but it's a best friend... that will hang you out to dry if you mess up.
So, this is it.
Things that make me smile when I'm pissed about spilled milk. Or a house mate's stolen mine.
A bit of how to survive.
A bit of how not to fall.
Ideas and annoyances that make me want to staple things to the heads of the ignorant. And no doubt insights that will make people want to staple things to my own.
But it's all just words and free flow jimblejamblejumble. Object. Agree. It's an online archive of mental cognition.
I have three diaries.
1. day to day. Seminars and weeks and meetings and bleugh. I'll keep this to a minimum.
2. food and exercise. Yes I have one of those. Judge away.
3. dreams. This one lives by my bed and i fill it in straight away. I'll try get some up.
And as for WHO I am - I wouldn't disclose my mentalness if the web knew that, and it certainly wouldn't be free flow posts. So no questions bitte.
Enjoy
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