Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Nothing ever makes sense, but i like it that way. It makes life more interesting and not so straightforward.
I decided to delete my old blog today and start a fresh one. Id neglected my old one way too much, the unorganisiation and chaos of the page was blowing my mind. Im not the most organised of people but....... well there is no but, that was a pure fact for you right there.
For those of you who dont know me, hello!
Your probably expecting me to go into some morbid detail about my past but im pretty sure you'll probably get more of an idea from reading future posts.
Im not going to babble on and bore you with things you really dont need to know.
For those of you who do know me, then congratulations your about to know me some more.
You'll have to pardon my extremely poor first post, its 4:17am and its got to the point now where my eyes hurt and ive gone past the stage of tired, everythings just slightly num. I have no consentration at this time of night, not helped by constant flicking between this and pointless msn conversation with other fellow insomniacs.
Im glad my best friends up with me though, we always find something to amuse us weather its stumble (its amazing you really must try it), family guy, or horror films.
She's going back to university soon and this displeases me alot. Im happy for her, knowing she's come such a long way on her own and she's doing so well so far away from home (home is with me, i dont care where she's originally from) but i know when she leaves i'll be on my own again and she'll be off having copious amounts of fun with her new friends.
There comes a point in every girls blog when love is mentioned.
Id just like to state now that even though im a sucker for love... i hate it!
Its screwed me over too much in the past, LOVE IS NOT MY FRIEND!
I hate it but i cant avoid it, because yes i am in love. Its like the smell of sunday dinner cooking, the smell radiates through the house and no matter how high you climb or how many doors you shut, you cant escape it. Even hours after its consumed you can still smell it. You have to destroy the remains, remove it from your house, air it out and brush your teeth of it!
I hope you appreciate the metaphores used here!
Right now i think im going to leave this here...
My eyes are hurting from a combination of late nights and being allergic to my own cat. Tragic.
Im going to make a cup of tea.