I have started writing a diary. I have tried writing a diary on numerous occasions in the past, but I think my problem is that I have always tried to cram in absolutely everything that happened in that day, and therefore I lose interest quite quickly. However I now only write about one or two things briefly, so I may actually keep it up. Also, I signed up to Twitter today. Who knows if it will last.
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November 12, 2008
I cannot deal with this anymore. I need to sort it out, but I have no idea where to start.
October 28, 2008
If no man is an island, what about the Isle of Man?
April 24, 2008
The rain is falling quite heavily, hitting the pavement, splashing, constantly. And I want to go out and buy books.
April 23, 2008
Fresh-faced, bright-eyed, shiny hair, painted nails, clean clothes, red lips, tumbles down, torn clothes, messy hair, tear-stained cheeks, pale-faced, loss of breath, hope gone, pulse gone, feeling gone, life gone.
April 23, 2008
If people had blank faces then I could draw on their expressions and everyone could look happy all the time. I think that maybe that would make me happy too. But I guess they may not actually be happy. Life sure would be a lot easier if everyone always felt good, but then again I suppose we need sadness in order to appreciate happiness, and also for happiness to actually exist. Still, I’d rather not feel bad, and I’m sure most other people feel the same way.
January 12, 2008
I barely even feel anything anymore.
January 1, 2008
I don’t believe that I have any.
PS My computer is fixed.
October 24, 2007
This morning I realised, not for the first time ever, but for the first time in quite a while, that I am very much the sort of person who links thoughts and ideas together in their mind in such a way so as to come out with something that appears utterly irrelevant and with a link to the previous subject of conversation that is rather incomprehensible to others. I am not so self-absorbed as to think that I am the only person in the world that thinks in this way, because, obviously, many, many people do it too, but the thing is, I seem to do it all the bloody time. It’s ridiculous. I’m not sure how people ever understand me. I’m sure that I could be having, for example, a conversation about rhubarb and, after a few seconds of silent word association, start talking about trains, or the Queen Mother, or some such other irrelevant thing. Maybe I am just exaggerating how much I think in this way. That seems like the sort of thing I would do. I exaggerate a lot, and a great deal of truth-bending (doesn’t that sound more hideous than lying? I think I will write lying.), sorry, a great deal of lying, does occur on a day-to-day basis, but that’s just who I am, and I never lie about anything important, partially for the reason that nothing important ever happens for me to lie about in the first place. Anyway, it has come to my attention that I have not actually made the point that I initially wanted to make. That point is this: thinking in a sort of word association way (but this morning, I was linking different people and events together rather than a tree->leaf->green sort of chain) can make you remember things that you had forgotten ever happening. I found it quite pleasant, although, I am incapable of telling you exactly what I remembered this morning, or the precise thought process that lead me to remember it, because I have actually forgotten again. Never mind…
October 3, 2007
We should start a petition for a bridge to be built linking England and Ireland, and if that is geographically impossible, one linking Wales and Ireland, so that there can be trains, thus causing my mother not to say that it would not be ‘convenient’ for me to go to Dublin for a day.
Unfortunately, I’m not sure we’d get many signatures, and goodness knows who would actually want to build such a bridge themselves, because I sure am not doing it.
