No More Days Exist

Sometimes I focus myself on one point in time to the exclusion of all other point, nothing else seems to exist just one day has to be got through, just one day… and then… well it’s the day after, or the evening of the afternoon that I’ve been focussed on, and everything is a bit … Read More


Girl Guides

My final Guide meeting tonight. I got hugged by High-As-A-Kite which made me grin, and then I got hugged by Awkward Soul, which was a serious honour, so I grinned even more. And after they left I felt a bit tearful. They gave me a mini-multi-tool which has a saw on it, several blades and … Read More


Possibilities

Sometimes you think about things. And you think ‘what if’, because you can’t help thinking ‘what if’; we’re human, every human endeavor is built on at least one ‘what if’. And there are so many, but sometimes the best what ifs are the posibilities that were meant o be just that, possibilities. They are their … Read More


Bye Bye

Anybody who hasn’t heard, I shall be bidding farewell at the old Weatherspoons at the top of town at 7:30pm tommorrow night. Goodbye and fare thee well all! I’m actually still going to be around until a week Saturday but I thought I’d do a big Goodbyesie thing. And yes I won’t be stopping blogging … Read More


Time Slip

Yesterday whilst hanging around Orkut I found some pictures of old friends and classmates, which I admit put me in a nostalgic mood but also a strange one. Recently people I meet, complete strangers on trains even seem to be so wistful about their school days. As though they really were the best days of … Read More


Physical Beauty

I am an artist. I appreciate physical beauty, there is nothing inherantly wrong with that fact. But do I appreciate physical beauty at the expense of other sorts? For a long time I would not admit I was an artist, I was ‘studying art’, I was ‘an art student’, I was anything except an artist. … Read More


Touch…Need To Clear Out My Head

You and me, I can see us dying, are we? Touch me. How do people touch me? How does eveyone bloody touch me? Close up, oyster shell like and there are pick axes that find their way in. You caught me on the raw, and with but few words had me falling to the floor, … Read More


Again! Again!

I met a very small pixie today, she was pretending to be a tiny girl with very large brown eyes but I wsn’t fooled. She was obviously a pixie. I am at home today, surrounded by parents, parents friends and that whole ‘small village’ thing where everybod knows your name and your business and obviously … Read More


Hometime

Girls scream Boys shout, Dogs bark, School’s out. Not my own thank gods…oh well. Home again. Home? Can I actually call it home? No probably not, house where my parents live would be closer. Quitting the country, quitting this life that has built up around me like mould. Maybe now they won’t expect me to … Read More


It’s over

Done. Dusted. Finished with. We got certificates with little red ribbons. I didn’t have to socialise with the people on my course and all was fine. I discovered that I’m not the only one to have gone mad during the course. I also re-discovered that it is not considered normal by the majority of society … Read More