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The noblest art is that of making others happy.

~PT Barnum

Drama Queen...Who Me?

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28th May 2019  To those who are no longer with me,  I love the stage. I have a bottomless undeniable love for it and  my god  I miss it so freaking much. I remember writing my first ever personal statement and realising just how much drama I had done over the years. Let me see if I can recall:  Mary in the Nursery Nativity- Side Note: I totally dropped my baby Jesus (a doll, thank the lord) on his head and ran off with the Shepherd's. Munchkin, Flying Monkey and Emerald City Person in maybe year four's production of The Wizard of Oz? I don't know exactly what year, it was primary school, a loooong time ago.  Doc in the year five production of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. I had the highest Hi-Ho you ever did hear.  A Dinner Lady in my year six leavers play. Which we don't talk about, my whole class are still scorned by the fact we had to do an actual play rather than a lea...

I'm a Law Student

21st May 2019 To those who are no longer with me, I'm a Law Student. Now, I know there are a lot of jokes out there about Law Students who just  have  to announce, for no reason what so ever, that they are in fact a Law Student. I, am not one of them. I am purely stating a fact for those, who like this post is addressed to, who are no longer with me. Only one of them knew I had any interest in Law before they kicked the bucket ( oh, that hurt, it's not even been a year yet ), the rest of them never knew. So here I am, a Law Student with my first year officially under my belt as of three hours ago. That was my last exam anyway, complete with an 100% chance of failure as I'm pretty sure the examiners were not looking for me to call an entire country a shambles. Oh well, what will be, will be. Now I just have the anxious wait for my results on the 5th July and I pray to hell that I have passed all my exams and I do not have to retake any of them because as of t...

It's My Birthday!

17th May 2019 To those who are no longer with me,  Today is my birthday. I am now twenty-four and while there are people out there in the world, people I grew up with, people who are younger than me, who have families already, I sit here, in my room alone, relaxing after yesterday’s ordeal disguised as my legal systems and skills exam, and I am happy. I am okay with not having my own family or even a significant other in my life. That is okay. So, I’m doing things out of order, not that there really should even be an order to live. It is okay to get your degree after twenty-five, it is okay to get married after thirty. A couple of years ago I would have surely cried at the thought of being twenty-four and alone and only just finishing my first year of University. When I was ten, I had this whole ideology of how I thought my life was going to go, at that age I’m sure we all did. In my head I had it all planned out. I would go to secondary school, meet a guy, maybe a c...

Wish You Were Here: A Blog Introduction

17th May 2019 To those who are no longer with me,  Nannie, Granddad (both of you!), Auntie Mary, that means you, so as politely as I can: Pin your lugs back and listen up, you've missed a lot over the years, this is all for you.           Well, I suppose this isn't all for you, nor with the posts always be aimed directly at you (there is everyone else out there reading this to think about too, sorry!), and they may not always make sense, but you're no longer here, no longer with me, so you can be who I talk to, who I write these snippets of my life for. One of you only knew me until I was twelve, one of you only knew me until I was fifteen, one of you only knew me until I was seventeen and one of you only knew me until I was twenty-three. the rest of you do not know me at all, what an adventure this will be for you. Today I start telling you all about my life. Friends, old and new. Boys, mainly idiots, and just my life in general. What ...

Water
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.

~Pablo Neruda