(Oh and before I start, all of you who did English, my grammar will be poor, my spelling worse, and my lack of being able to create a formulated and coherent sentence, or argument, infuriating)
Hey there (Is that appropriate? I'm new to this),
All of my friends are writing blogs with a purpose. So i thought I'd check what all the fuss is about and right one with no purpose at all. I guess i'll put the world to rights, undo all it's evils and maybe discuss things I've done or seen. Or more likely just drone on about all the nothingness that goes on around me nowadays.
Guess I should start by introducing myself. I'm a 22 year old graduate of Theatre Design & Production. That basically means I can do a lot of cool shit, but no one wants to pay me to do it. I live in the arsehole of the United Kingdom, although its shit, I do have a lot of great friends around here that make it worthwhile. Having lived in my own place I have had to move back in at home having being ill and lost my job. However i cannot complain about not doing my own cooking. And I guess thats the general overview done.
Is it brutally depressing that when it comes down to it I can condense my life into one short, shitty, paragraph that makes me sound like I have no personality or drive? . . . . Ponder.
More importantly I have this overbearing problem at the moment. Hanging over me like the suffering of others hangs on the consciousness of aide workers, or how the state of the UK economy weighs on Alistair Darling and his dyed eyebrows. And I hate to say this, BUT, only men will understand this. Women just don't. I hate to make sweeping, sexist comments, but its true. You have natural defenses that can deal with the emotional and physical turmoil of this problem. YES. I HAVE A COLD. (Just got interrupted by a police officer trying to clean up the neighborhood. How inconsiderate.)
To reiterate after that rude interjection by the Babylon's. I HAVE A COLD. And it's awful. I know I'm not dying, and in the grand schemes of how ill i have been before it is nothing. But it is AWFUL. Its the annoyance factor. The only thing that pisses me off more than a cold is when you eat the last pistachio in a packet of pistachio's and it tastes like earth. It just ruins the whole experience. You work your arse off peelings those shells, cracking the ones with no slit to get your nail between, breaking your nail, getting salt in the sore bit. You get to the last hard earned nut . . . . . and it tastes like shit. That is what a cold is like . . . . almost. You wake up thinking, hello day, what can I do with you, God knows I have infinite time, so the world is my oyster. You breath in and . . . . . . . nothing except a squeaking sound only comparable to treading on a dogs favorite old toy. Slowly. And the day is ruined.
Nothing to do now but to sit in your comfiest pair of trousers, watch sky sports news, eat cold pizza and wait for the mechanic, that should of been here 2 hours ago to turn up.
Take it easy.
...and the mechanic never arrived!
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