Thursday, July 29, 2010

It was different in my day.

When I was in my teens, it was not considered cool to spend a lot of time online. LunarStorm (lightyears ahead of the FaceBook trend...) was about as far as people went, and even then it was definitely not cool to put too much time and effort into it. People would edit and play around with their profiles, put emo pictures on and send each other messages. But chatting, surfing for the sake of it, blogging? Hell no.

I loved it. I spent every waking moment online. We had a two-hour-a-day limit on time spent online (or in front of the TV; like we couldn't do both at once - plus our homework...) but we broke it. Most days. I'd stay up way past bedtime chatting on Yahoo and ICQ, in fact until I heard dad get up the next morning. I'd sneak to bed, hoping he hadn't heard me still up.

Sorry Mum & Dad - I'm pretty sure you already knew though!

But now, I've discovered all these Swedish blogs run by the gorgeous, popular, perfect girls... And it sure as hell wouldn't have been them blogging when I was that age! But then I suppose these days (man I sound old) blogging can make you a celebrity. And you can make money off it.

So that's why I do it. Half-hearted as my efforts may be...

;)

It's all about the labels. I'm told.

I've been thinking about sexuality recently. Partly because I recently watched all the episodes of Sugar Rush over a few days.

It's always baffled me why people feel the need to make such a bit deal out of sexual preference. The need to label it, that you either are or are not this or that.

I know that for some people, it's about identity. About fitting in with a peer group, somewhere to meet like-minded and so on. And I know some are incredibly uncomfortable with the whole thing; both for themselves coming into contact with homosexuality and seeing it around them.

And I'm not going to blame anyone for feeling uncomfortable. Or for wanting to fit in. I just can't quite get my head around either of the two. I guess that's part of the beauty of everything - that we're all different; that we think feel want different things.

Years ago, someone I was close to made a big deal out of telling me she was bi. There'd been such a build up to this grand revelation, she was clearly scared about telling me and worried about my reaction. When she finally did tell me - I couldn't stop myself from laughing. I wasn't laughing at her, I wasn't belittling her, I wasn't laughing because I thought the very idea was ridiculous. I laughed because it was, to me, such a non-revelation. Does that make sense? It obviously was a big deal to her, but me? I didn't care.

Another friend - who I hadn't known that long - picked up a lass in a club one night we were out. She later apologised to me, and said she hadn't wanted me to find out like that. Like what? The same way I would've found out she was straight if she'd've got off with a guy?

I don't know. I wonder if this post comes out sounding stupid - or patronising - or even mean. But I don't mean to be either of those.

Whilst I understand the perceived need for labels I don't understand needing them - in my head that sums it up nicely but that may just be in my head ;)

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

On writing.

I would like to write again. I say this a lot, I know. But as you'll have noticed from my lack of activity on here I've not had much time for any kind of writing, unfortunately.

What would I like to write? And why would I like to write? If I had the choice - as we so often wish we did - I'd write something that made a difference. To someone, anyone.

A lot of what I read at the moment (online, that is) is mindless. Rubbish. Surely I could do better? Some is witty descriptions of their every day life, and is actually amusing. I could do that? Not much, but some, of what I read is commentary on current affairs, to do with mental health or in other ways 'interest'-blogs. But what am I interested in? More to the point, what am I interested enough in to write insightful, entertaining blog posts about?

I recently promised someone I went to uni with to read and comment on a short story he's recently written (I haven't done this yet, but will tonight. Promise!). He's clearly carried on writing. Maybe not continuously since he left Lancaster back in, oh 2007? - but he's writing. And of that I am jealous.

So, where is my inspiration? How do I stop being such a grumpy sod complaining about not writing, and just make myself write?

Over and out.

Photos of the new flat.

I've promised my dad some photos of our new flat - so varsagod!















Friday, July 23, 2010

Tooth fun.

I chipped part of my front tooth off when I had lunch. Damn ciabatta. Luckily I managed to get a dentist appointment for next week to get it fixed... If I was rich I'd just replace all my teeth with something magic and strong and white that didn't ever chip.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Well aren't I active...

Wow, I don't know how (nearly) 3 months have passed. I'm sure it's not been that long!

Sat on my lunch break and figured I'd do a bit of writing. There are a bunch of drafts which I'm yet to complete and post - patience...

So, since last time (and I will tell you more later in the week, honest!)... I've moved house. I've been back home. I've been to Russia. I'm thinking Russia may be the most interesting thing for you - but I think I'll start with some pictures of my new kitchen (and kitchen table!).

We went swimming in the river at the weekend - my colleagues are horrified, apparently it's a no-go area... I will have to check if A got ill as well, hopefully not... I'd like to go again, it was lovely.

I've been watching Sugar Rush while I've been off ill. It reminds me of My So Called Life a bit - apart from all the lesbian stuff in SR and the staring into space our lovely Angela is so damn good at...

 Sugar Rush: Series 1 & 2 Box Set Collection [NON-USA FORMAT, PAL, Region 2 Import - United Kingdom] Season One & Two

Anyhoo, I'd best get back to work - I'll be seeing you shortly. Honest.

xx