Welcome, traveller to the inner musings of my mind. Before you cross over the threshold to my magical world of mischief makers and inner musings, I'd like to mention a few points for you to note: this "blog" might be memorable. It might be moving, emotional or inspirational to ambiguous observers or travellers whom wish to voice their thoughts on subjects that I mention. I warn you the magic and the mischief included in this "blog" is all my own doing. If I include any creative writing stuff is posted here, it is of my own choice... and I ask for no praise, nor flattery, nor sympathy on the constant presence of darkness in my world. It might be Light outside, but the Darkness is still there, a presence masquerading as Light. It is visible in a majority of my poems to all, but invisible to me. Enter traveller, but do not fear, for the narrator will always be right over here!
Hi! I'm Laura, (yes, I'm 100% female with a tomboy streak) the writer and narrator of this "blog" (I prefer to think of the blog as my own little world of magic, mischief and mayhem, hence my spin off twist on the "blog"). I'm a student. So. As long as you people out there don't mind my presence here, I will stay!) doing (yes, you've guessed it) a writing course, whew boy. *wipes forehead from avalaunch of sweatdrops* I'm a musician of a sort meaning I only have one main instrument. So I'm not so much of a genius who can play several and are exceptional at all of 'em.
I dropped the violin as I became too self-conscious of my playing and I didn't want to bust anybody else's musically attuned ears off just because I couldn't work out how to do vibrato.
I'll let you catch your breath and conclude with this quote: They say there's a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. I say, "Its leprechaun gold and since the end of the rainbow moves, there's no way in hell that you'll ever find it."
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Hi! I'm Laura, (yes, I'm 100% female with a tomboy streak) the writer and narrator of this "blog" (I prefer to think of the blog as my own little world of magic, mischief and mayhem, hence my spin off twist on the "blog"). I'm a student. So. As long as you people out there don't mind my presence here, I will stay!) doing (yes, you've guessed it) a writing course, whew boy. *wipes forehead from avalaunch of sweatdrops* I'm a musician of a sort meaning I only have one main instrument. So I'm not so much of a genius who can play several and are exceptional at all of 'em.
I dropped the violin as I became too self-conscious of my playing and I didn't want to bust anybody else's musically attuned ears off just because I couldn't work out how to do vibrato.
I'll let you catch your breath and conclude with this quote: They say there's a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. I say, "Its leprechaun gold and since the end of the rainbow moves, there's no way in hell that you'll ever find it."
The secret to flying is to throw yourself at the ground.... and miss!
Douglas Adams, classic quote, pure british humour. He lived where I'm at university, you know. Cambridge, England.
I'm still kinda amazed that I made it into uni... you see, I actually didn't take any GCSEs (british secondary main school exams). Not because I was a "drop out" or a "rebel". No. It all started back in the middle of the last term when I was daydreaming at a pole in the canteen. A fucking pole, that some paranoid little... younger year (year 8, I think, had only just moved into halls) caught my eye contact as I glanced around. Started a fucking rumor, didn't she?
....and they called me paranoid.
I'm a writer, we have to dream, to let teh mind and imagination breathe. Why couldn't she realise that? Did she have to go and do that .. to wreck my life entirely?
So, her little falsehoods went round and round her year. The guy that had been verbally pissing me off since I started there in the first year... had come up to me and starting shit again, mentioning the shit she had stirred. So. I'm afraid he got what was coming to him, a very painful explosion, for me and him. Moreso for him. Kept my temper ever since. Got told for that or "name put in the log book" as it were, that turned all the year in my house against me and a majority of his sisters' year, as he was a popular guy. What else could I do?
(to be continued)
I'm still kinda amazed that I made it into uni... you see, I actually didn't take any GCSEs (british secondary main school exams). Not because I was a "drop out" or a "rebel". No. It all started back in the middle of the last term when I was daydreaming at a pole in the canteen. A fucking pole, that some paranoid little... younger year (year 8, I think, had only just moved into halls) caught my eye contact as I glanced around. Started a fucking rumor, didn't she?
....and they called me paranoid.
I'm a writer, we have to dream, to let teh mind and imagination breathe. Why couldn't she realise that? Did she have to go and do that .. to wreck my life entirely?
So, her little falsehoods went round and round her year. The guy that had been verbally pissing me off since I started there in the first year... had come up to me and starting shit again, mentioning the shit she had stirred. So. I'm afraid he got what was coming to him, a very painful explosion, for me and him. Moreso for him. Kept my temper ever since. Got told for that or "name put in the log book" as it were, that turned all the year in my house against me and a majority of his sisters' year, as he was a popular guy. What else could I do?
(to be continued)
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