20somethingteen

So armed with Macbook, pear cider and an exceptionally comfortable bed, we begin.

I’m not usually very good at these things, just as a forewarning for you there. When I was considering starting this blog I looked around at WordPress and Blogger and so on to see which I would use, and rediscovered my completely failed Livejournal photoblog from a couple of years back. With only one rather abstract black and white high contrast shot of a box of tissues, I can’t imagine why it didn’t soar up through pagerank.

Thank god emo isn’t in anymore.

That being said, every time I’ve tried I think I’ve put too much pressure on myself for it to be perfect; engaging, witty, grammatically correct, well-written… etc. Perhaps if I loosen those reins a bit it might work?

Why did the monkey cross its lawn? No wait, why did the monkey cross… its road.. THE road? No wait.. why did it cross the line? Becuz it didn’t know wear it was going!

How was that? Let’s just see how it goes shall we.

All I’m saying is: follow at your own risk.

So I head back to uni in a couple of weeks. The tenancy on our house starts on the 1st of July, hold up. Can I just stop myself there. I just backspaced to replace ‘1st of July’ with ‘1st July’, then deleted that in favour of ‘July 1st’, then scrapped the lot and went back to the original. THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT.

Anyway.

My mom is actually going to be staying in it before any of us apparently, since she has a meeting or something during the day and needs a place to stay.. which is quite strange, but never mind. I’m moving there in 913,285.. 4.. 3.. 2 seconds. Not that I’m counting or anything :) I love my parents but there’s only so much cous cous I can eat before I start producing it.

I should probably say something about what this blog is to be about. Basically the other day I got properly bored and realised I hadn’t really achieved anything I said I would in first year. When I went to uni I was all “woo omg let’s be free and single and young and get pissed and eat kebabs through our noses (just me?) and get off with random STI carriers”, which lasted a fairly long amount of time, which would surprise you if you knew me. But sure enough I ended up leaning back to my old self, the one who worries, overthinks, likes early mornings and wants to be successful. At my career, not pulling pill popping people. Thought I’d give you a bit of alliteration there.

So I basically decided my ‘wild phase’ was over, and I needed to get back in touch with who I really am and what I really want. And one aspect of the phase remained - I want to see everything and do everything. Maybe not in a manner that requires two quid for a machine in Morrison’s loos, but do nonetheless. So I made a list. I got a book my friend gave me before heading to uni and a book I got free in fresher’s week and promptly forgot about, both aimed at illuminating people to the behind-the-scenes goings on in Manchester, including lesser-known bargainous shops or cult famous cafe’s. I read through them and took note of all the places I want to visit and things I want to do.

A 2nd hand clothes store that has a straight-to-the-racks-from-the-bag-it-was-given-in policy, resulting in purchases as low as the price of a curry. Not just that, a curry in Rusholme. Now that’s cheap. Or a junk shop which literally sells anything and everything second hand, or the mobile fruit and veg market with 6 items for a pound. I want to see all these places and more, and hopefully once I tick these off new ones will have arisen in the process.

I kind of feel like Carrie right now btw. Moving on.

I wonder what the webtrend is lately with abbreviating the e’s from words? Flickr, Tumblr, Dabr.. it’s like the new iThings.. I believe Flickr was the first to do it, but why?

Anywaaaay. I think I’ll leave it there for tonight, don’t wanna put all my eggs in one basket. Or something.

Night.

t.

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