Okay, so today started out awful. I didn't want to get out of bed and go to college. Once I got to college, I very almost skipped maths, but went in the end. I'm glad I went to lesson, as what we did was difficult and could potentially make up a lot of our exam. I kept on feeling bad and then got exasperated when my driving lesson was cancelled.
My day brightened up considerably when I text two of my old school friends and met up with them in town and spent the afternoon with them. I got some advice for where to go for mental health and had a good old chit chat. It has cheered me up a ton.
I think I'm going to try and make some progress doing work and preparing for the summer exams. I only get one shot at this and I want to do my best and not regret trying harder. It's difficult, especially with how I feel, but I cannot let the black moods beat me down.
Keep Running xx
Wednesday 26 November 2014
Tuesday 25 November 2014
Hey.
I guess I haven't written here in a while. A lot has happened. I think it would be good for me to write on here again, express my feelings and review my day.
I'm actually writing this from the college library. I couldn't stand attempting to write Chemistry notes, so thought this would be a good idea instead. I haven't got any pressing homework, so why not?
Okay, sorta confession time. I am fairly convinced I have some degree of mental illness. I have thought this for the last 2 years or so, to some extent. I just seem to be an awful lot worse recently. But the thing is, I am worried that I'm only being silly and there's nothing actually wrong with me. This would mean that I've been insulting and discrediting people with very real mental illness.
I just feel so melancholic most of the time, so hopeless, as if there was a dementor following me around. Also I feel very very anxious, especially in class or just about any other situation. I'm not always sure why, but I am fed up of feeling like this.
I don't even know who to go to for help? Who is best to talk to about this kind of thing? The college counsellors? Or do I go to my GP? Either way it seems pretty impossible for me summon the courage to go to any of these people. I don't know what I'm more scared of, being told that I'm just being stupid and I'm fine, or being told that there is something wrong with me. I think that there is, but I'm absolutely terrified to talk to anyone about it.
If there is something wrong with me, then people will have to be told. My parents. My college. My work. Universities I'm applying for. My friends too, probably.
I need to get this sorted. It's hard for me to give a real smile and these negative feelings and black days are affecting my college work. Big time. I know that I have the potential to work so much better and achieve better results, I just do it. I'm not lazy, as my dad thinks. I genuinely find it so hard to face the world everyday. It feels like there is a lump of lead inside me, dragging me down.
In other news, I saw Mockingjay on Saturday and absolutely loved it. It was upsetting, but I think it was worse because I knew what was going to happen (having read the book). I don't know what people are complaining about. I might do a review on it, if I feel like it.
Also, I might try to do Youtube videos again, properly this time, and try and keep it continuous. I don't what I'd do though, vlogs probably.
Keep Running xx
I'm actually writing this from the college library. I couldn't stand attempting to write Chemistry notes, so thought this would be a good idea instead. I haven't got any pressing homework, so why not?
Okay, sorta confession time. I am fairly convinced I have some degree of mental illness. I have thought this for the last 2 years or so, to some extent. I just seem to be an awful lot worse recently. But the thing is, I am worried that I'm only being silly and there's nothing actually wrong with me. This would mean that I've been insulting and discrediting people with very real mental illness.
I just feel so melancholic most of the time, so hopeless, as if there was a dementor following me around. Also I feel very very anxious, especially in class or just about any other situation. I'm not always sure why, but I am fed up of feeling like this.
I don't even know who to go to for help? Who is best to talk to about this kind of thing? The college counsellors? Or do I go to my GP? Either way it seems pretty impossible for me summon the courage to go to any of these people. I don't know what I'm more scared of, being told that I'm just being stupid and I'm fine, or being told that there is something wrong with me. I think that there is, but I'm absolutely terrified to talk to anyone about it.
If there is something wrong with me, then people will have to be told. My parents. My college. My work. Universities I'm applying for. My friends too, probably.
I need to get this sorted. It's hard for me to give a real smile and these negative feelings and black days are affecting my college work. Big time. I know that I have the potential to work so much better and achieve better results, I just do it. I'm not lazy, as my dad thinks. I genuinely find it so hard to face the world everyday. It feels like there is a lump of lead inside me, dragging me down.
In other news, I saw Mockingjay on Saturday and absolutely loved it. It was upsetting, but I think it was worse because I knew what was going to happen (having read the book). I don't know what people are complaining about. I might do a review on it, if I feel like it.
Also, I might try to do Youtube videos again, properly this time, and try and keep it continuous. I don't what I'd do though, vlogs probably.
Keep Running xx
Sunday 10 August 2014
So . .
I haven't posted in a couple of days. I don't know why, I guess it just seems a bit pointless.
I did my last day of work experience on Friday, most exciting aspect was bathing Sheena, a cairn terrier.
Yesterday I went to work. It was okay. I spent the entire morning looking after the animals.
At lunch I picked up my new glasses. I look like such a twat in them, I should have kept the old frames. Now I'm stuck with these for a year. :( When I was out, there was a marching band outside the town hall, they started playing and I was like 'oh fuck, some fucking orchestral noise' but after about 2 seconds I recognised the tune, and it was only Green Day's American Idiot! A marching band playing American Idiot. After that my day improved. I had some good laughs with my coworkers.
Today I had a lazy morning in bed, listening to the rain and reading fanfic. I liked that. Then I cleaned my guinea pig and hamster out. Slightly gross and smelly, but I still like doing stuff which involves my animals. They're so cute.
Now I'm just sitting here with a lack of motivation. I should be studying or writing a personal statement or doing something fun or constructive. I might play the sims 2 or watch a film or something. I dunno, this is what every day of my summer should be like, no obligations so I can be relaxed and not have to worry and then maybe I'd be more inclined to do something fun, like going out with my friends, rather than it feeling like a burden. Not that I don't love my friends, but I'm one of those people who hate people and going out the house is exhausting.
Keep Running xx
I did my last day of work experience on Friday, most exciting aspect was bathing Sheena, a cairn terrier.
Yesterday I went to work. It was okay. I spent the entire morning looking after the animals.
At lunch I picked up my new glasses. I look like such a twat in them, I should have kept the old frames. Now I'm stuck with these for a year. :( When I was out, there was a marching band outside the town hall, they started playing and I was like 'oh fuck, some fucking orchestral noise' but after about 2 seconds I recognised the tune, and it was only Green Day's American Idiot! A marching band playing American Idiot. After that my day improved. I had some good laughs with my coworkers.
Today I had a lazy morning in bed, listening to the rain and reading fanfic. I liked that. Then I cleaned my guinea pig and hamster out. Slightly gross and smelly, but I still like doing stuff which involves my animals. They're so cute.
Now I'm just sitting here with a lack of motivation. I should be studying or writing a personal statement or doing something fun or constructive. I might play the sims 2 or watch a film or something. I dunno, this is what every day of my summer should be like, no obligations so I can be relaxed and not have to worry and then maybe I'd be more inclined to do something fun, like going out with my friends, rather than it feeling like a burden. Not that I don't love my friends, but I'm one of those people who hate people and going out the house is exhausting.
Keep Running xx
Thursday 7 August 2014
Cats Vs Boys
Today was a good day. I learnt lots of things and had fun doing it. I have been tired all day and there are two things I could really do with right now: a) 6 extra hours in the day b) some sort of foot massager.
At the vets today there was a ton of interesting things going on. I was shown how to analyse blood plasma (mostly down to the machine) and how to spot crystals in urine. I fed some dogs. I played with an eight week old kitten called Carlos which has no home but I can't give it one no matter how much I'd like to. There were two ex-breeding cats being spayed. Both had infected uteruses which were swollen quite large with pus (very much ew).
There was a german shepherd called Sasha that had a twisted stomach two weeks ago (unfortunately common in larger, deep chested dogs and rather dangerous for them). She was having extensive surgery to attach part of the wall of her stomach to the muscle in her abdominal cavity to try and prevent it from happening again. That was f*cking awesome to watch. There was a cat who was having small tumours removed from the back of its mouth. There was a cat that had been run over (it only had 3 legs) and had to have its tail lasered to help with healing.
There was a cat who had come in for dental work. The side of its face was swollen and its teeth were in crap condition. Mind you, it was 16 years old, so a good age for a cat. Unfortunately a tumour was causing all the problems in its mouth and it had to be put to sleep. It's the first time I've watched an animal die. It was extremely unexciting. It was already asleep because of the anaesthetic (which they give animals anyway (or a sedative) so it's not so bad for them when they are lethally injected. I felt a brief sadness at its passing but not much. I think I could cope with stuff like that ok if I became a vet. I think the problem for me would be dealing with the owners if they became distressed at the animal's passing.
There was a more cheerful afternoon in consulting, especially when a ten week old labrador puppy came in for it's injections. It was absolutely adorable.
Every day so far a boy/young man has been getting the same train home as me. He looks like the lovechild of Mikey Way and Patrick Stump. And he was reading a book on the train. I managed to sit opposite him today. I really wish I had the confidence to talk to him. Maybe I would if I wasn't so fat and we weren't both so antisocial, avoiding eye contact with other people and listening to music. I wouldn't mind a boyfriend.
I also can't wait until I move out of home. I'm so fed up of being bothered by my mum and of my brother just existing.
Keep Running xx
At the vets today there was a ton of interesting things going on. I was shown how to analyse blood plasma (mostly down to the machine) and how to spot crystals in urine. I fed some dogs. I played with an eight week old kitten called Carlos which has no home but I can't give it one no matter how much I'd like to. There were two ex-breeding cats being spayed. Both had infected uteruses which were swollen quite large with pus (very much ew).
There was a german shepherd called Sasha that had a twisted stomach two weeks ago (unfortunately common in larger, deep chested dogs and rather dangerous for them). She was having extensive surgery to attach part of the wall of her stomach to the muscle in her abdominal cavity to try and prevent it from happening again. That was f*cking awesome to watch. There was a cat who was having small tumours removed from the back of its mouth. There was a cat that had been run over (it only had 3 legs) and had to have its tail lasered to help with healing.
There was a cat who had come in for dental work. The side of its face was swollen and its teeth were in crap condition. Mind you, it was 16 years old, so a good age for a cat. Unfortunately a tumour was causing all the problems in its mouth and it had to be put to sleep. It's the first time I've watched an animal die. It was extremely unexciting. It was already asleep because of the anaesthetic (which they give animals anyway (or a sedative) so it's not so bad for them when they are lethally injected. I felt a brief sadness at its passing but not much. I think I could cope with stuff like that ok if I became a vet. I think the problem for me would be dealing with the owners if they became distressed at the animal's passing.
There was a more cheerful afternoon in consulting, especially when a ten week old labrador puppy came in for it's injections. It was absolutely adorable.
Every day so far a boy/young man has been getting the same train home as me. He looks like the lovechild of Mikey Way and Patrick Stump. And he was reading a book on the train. I managed to sit opposite him today. I really wish I had the confidence to talk to him. Maybe I would if I wasn't so fat and we weren't both so antisocial, avoiding eye contact with other people and listening to music. I wouldn't mind a boyfriend.
I also can't wait until I move out of home. I'm so fed up of being bothered by my mum and of my brother just existing.
Keep Running xx
Wednesday 6 August 2014
Day 2 - Tired Zombie Noise
Today has been one of those kinda ugh days. I've found it hard to settle to any task and have found it difficult to listen to music. It's what I generally call a restless day I haven't been in a particular happy or enthusiastic mood but I think this is more due to tiredness than any sort of black mood.
Being around animals really helps prevent me from feeling too unmotivated. Nothing is better than an overly bouncy terrier who's pleased to see you for no reason or a fluffy cat to stroke or a tiny bunny to coo over. Today there was a cat called Tigger who had a blade of grass stuck up her nasal passage that had to be removed. It is likely she coughed after eating grass and it had shot up from her oesophagus. There was also a beautiful ragdoll cat called Lexie who had gorgeous blue eyes and a fluffy coat and nothing in particular wrong with her. A tiny 8 week old kitten was the source of amusement for the nurses this afternoon before afternoon consulting began.
There were of course, some really nice dogs around as well, such as one who had been spayed the previous day and one of the nurses had walked in this morning to find it and its kennel covered in blood from where the labradoodle had chewed her bandages and licked at her stitches. (The dog was fine btw) So kinda ew. Also there are a pair of westies which are there on holiday (the ones quite sickly) and one was sick and the other ate it. So yeah the dogs were a bit gross today, but I still love them.
On a different note, my mum kept bothering me when I got home about writing my personal statement for UCAS. I actually don't want to apply to university this year. I haven't done enough work experience and I'm not going to get the AS grades to get the predicted A level grades to get into vet school. I don't particularly want to take a gap year but it would be a good chance for me to catch up with myself and take a break from being so busy all the time.
I really need to go to bed or I'm going to be really tired tomorrow, which is not a good idea for trying to be motivated.
Keep Running xx
Being around animals really helps prevent me from feeling too unmotivated. Nothing is better than an overly bouncy terrier who's pleased to see you for no reason or a fluffy cat to stroke or a tiny bunny to coo over. Today there was a cat called Tigger who had a blade of grass stuck up her nasal passage that had to be removed. It is likely she coughed after eating grass and it had shot up from her oesophagus. There was also a beautiful ragdoll cat called Lexie who had gorgeous blue eyes and a fluffy coat and nothing in particular wrong with her. A tiny 8 week old kitten was the source of amusement for the nurses this afternoon before afternoon consulting began.
There were of course, some really nice dogs around as well, such as one who had been spayed the previous day and one of the nurses had walked in this morning to find it and its kennel covered in blood from where the labradoodle had chewed her bandages and licked at her stitches. (The dog was fine btw) So kinda ew. Also there are a pair of westies which are there on holiday (the ones quite sickly) and one was sick and the other ate it. So yeah the dogs were a bit gross today, but I still love them.
On a different note, my mum kept bothering me when I got home about writing my personal statement for UCAS. I actually don't want to apply to university this year. I haven't done enough work experience and I'm not going to get the AS grades to get the predicted A level grades to get into vet school. I don't particularly want to take a gap year but it would be a good chance for me to catch up with myself and take a break from being so busy all the time.
I really need to go to bed or I'm going to be really tired tomorrow, which is not a good idea for trying to be motivated.
Keep Running xx
Tuesday 5 August 2014
You Know What, I Don't Care
Erm, well. The blogging habit didn't really stick. In my defense, I had to study. Or in my case, procrastinate and be in denial that I had any exams at all. Which really didn't work as they all went terrible. My only happy thing is that at least I can resit them next year. On top of my A2s.
My plan with this now is to try and write a little each day, usually about what I did, and how I felt, in an effort to keep track of what I've been doing. Also I was told doing something like this helps with depression, which is the main reason I'm doing this.
Today I was on my second day of work experience with a vets. I almost missed the train. I hate how busy the trains are. Way too many people in a reasonably small space, it makes me panicky.
Other than that, I'm absolutely loving my work experience so far. I am 99.8% sure I want to be a vet now. Quite a bit of it seems pretty routine, giving vaccinations ect, but there's always interesting things. I love being at the vets, learning things I'm actually really interested in. Also, everyone who works there who I've met so far is super nice.
Anyways, I've just read something about fanfic-come-published authors using the fandom and ripping off other popular fanfics to get themselves to success, with EL James of Fifty Shades of Shit as a prime example. I think its absolutely awful that people do stuff like this. A fandom is a community if not a family and it saddens me greatly that people use us like that sometime. I wish there weren't so many shitty people in the world.
Ummm that's it for now folks.
Keep Running xx
My plan with this now is to try and write a little each day, usually about what I did, and how I felt, in an effort to keep track of what I've been doing. Also I was told doing something like this helps with depression, which is the main reason I'm doing this.
Today I was on my second day of work experience with a vets. I almost missed the train. I hate how busy the trains are. Way too many people in a reasonably small space, it makes me panicky.
Other than that, I'm absolutely loving my work experience so far. I am 99.8% sure I want to be a vet now. Quite a bit of it seems pretty routine, giving vaccinations ect, but there's always interesting things. I love being at the vets, learning things I'm actually really interested in. Also, everyone who works there who I've met so far is super nice.
Anyways, I've just read something about fanfic-come-published authors using the fandom and ripping off other popular fanfics to get themselves to success, with EL James of Fifty Shades of Shit as a prime example. I think its absolutely awful that people do stuff like this. A fandom is a community if not a family and it saddens me greatly that people use us like that sometime. I wish there weren't so many shitty people in the world.
Ummm that's it for now folks.
Keep Running xx
Sunday 23 February 2014
The End of Half Term
As I sit here typing this I can start to feel the back to school misery starting to settle in. It's the end of half term i.e. the end of procrastination.
I am so grateful that we get a week off halfway through the term. I don't think I could cope with 14 weeks straight of sixth form without a break. I had a glorious 6 days straight without any obligations, for the first time since the summer between year 10 and 11 (I'm in year 12 now). Not that it didn't stop my teachers from piling homework on us ("and you should be doing a very large amount of study on top of that" they cry). I had already completed Biology and Chemistry in my frees before we broke up (thank god for teachers who don't give you homework last minute).
Now, over those 6 days, I have completed (most . . . well, the stuff that mattered anyway) of the Maths, and none of the Government and Politics! You'd have thought I'd be doing something constructive that I enjoyed instead. Nope, not at all. I've been telling myself all these lovely things I could do. e.g drawing, learn to play that damned guitar, Wreck this Journal, read all those fanfics, or maybe make a video or get back in touch with photoshop. Go out for a walk. Cook something. Actually study.
Well, I met up with a friend, watched Star Trek IV and V for the first time, and err . . . went to the dentist? The point is, I always tell myself I'm going to get my life sorted and do something, but I always end up procrastinating on tumblr. Even when I plan to do something I enjoy, such as reading fanfic, ('Oh look, a fic rec, this fic looks really good, I'll like the post and read it later!') I end up never doing. I could make some notes for a subject in preparation for the exams which decide my future, but no, I have to be on tumblr as much as possible, to look at gifs I have only seen at least 20 times before.
But I won't leave. I'd only procrastinate in a more pointless way. In short, I have had a relaxing time doing nothing and there is no point leaving me with free time and expecting me to actually do anything with that time.
Keep Running xx
I am so grateful that we get a week off halfway through the term. I don't think I could cope with 14 weeks straight of sixth form without a break. I had a glorious 6 days straight without any obligations, for the first time since the summer between year 10 and 11 (I'm in year 12 now). Not that it didn't stop my teachers from piling homework on us ("and you should be doing a very large amount of study on top of that" they cry). I had already completed Biology and Chemistry in my frees before we broke up (thank god for teachers who don't give you homework last minute).
Now, over those 6 days, I have completed (most . . . well, the stuff that mattered anyway) of the Maths, and none of the Government and Politics! You'd have thought I'd be doing something constructive that I enjoyed instead. Nope, not at all. I've been telling myself all these lovely things I could do. e.g drawing, learn to play that damned guitar, Wreck this Journal, read all those fanfics, or maybe make a video or get back in touch with photoshop. Go out for a walk. Cook something. Actually study.
Well, I met up with a friend, watched Star Trek IV and V for the first time, and err . . . went to the dentist? The point is, I always tell myself I'm going to get my life sorted and do something, but I always end up procrastinating on tumblr. Even when I plan to do something I enjoy, such as reading fanfic, ('Oh look, a fic rec, this fic looks really good, I'll like the post and read it later!') I end up never doing. I could make some notes for a subject in preparation for the exams which decide my future, but no, I have to be on tumblr as much as possible, to look at gifs I have only seen at least 20 times before.
But I won't leave. I'd only procrastinate in a more pointless way. In short, I have had a relaxing time doing nothing and there is no point leaving me with free time and expecting me to actually do anything with that time.
Keep Running xx
Thursday 20 February 2014
I cut my Fringe
So, ahem, I, er, cut my fringe last night. Myself. With scissors.
I'm not sure why. I just wanted a change, went "What the hell" and started snipping away.
I now know why people pay money to go to the hairdresser's rather than cutting their own hair.
Well, erm, at least it'll grow again. I don't think it's too horrific. I'm not sure if it looks weird because I'm not used to seeing myself with a fringe, or it it looks weird because it is, well, weird.
It can't have been too bad, as my mum barely yelled at me. Still, not one of my better life choices.
So there are now several chunks of hair in my bin and I apparently look younger *sigh*. The morale of the story is; unless you're really confident you can do it, just go to the hairdressers when you decide it's time for a new do'.
Keep Running xx
I'm not sure why. I just wanted a change, went "What the hell" and started snipping away.
I now know why people pay money to go to the hairdresser's rather than cutting their own hair.
Well, erm, at least it'll grow again. I don't think it's too horrific. I'm not sure if it looks weird because I'm not used to seeing myself with a fringe, or it it looks weird because it is, well, weird.
It can't have been too bad, as my mum barely yelled at me. Still, not one of my better life choices.
So there are now several chunks of hair in my bin and I apparently look younger *sigh*. The morale of the story is; unless you're really confident you can do it, just go to the hairdressers when you decide it's time for a new do'.
Keep Running xx
So Long and Goodnight
"Fake your Death". The last song to be released by one of my favourite bands, My Chemical Romance. A fitting last song. Though the title seems to inspire false hope for a Sherlock-esque return.
I generally like my songs to have more guitar and bass in them, but for this song, the keyboard worked perfectly. It may have made me want to cry rather than sing-along whilst epically failing at air guitar but I liked it. I love the lyrics (please don't ask me to analyse them English teacher style) and the rhythm is easy to get into.
I really don't know what else to say about this song, but we should accept that it is MCR's last song, as much as I want to deny it.
Here's the video if you haven't see it yet:
Also, next month is the release of "May Death Never Stop You". I will say now that I will not be buying this, as I already have all the songs downloaded, if not on CD, can watch the music videos on Youtube and to be fair the T-shirt looks pitiful. I cannot justify spending £25 on something I've practically already got.
I have to say, I really really really love the title of this CD! I think it's an epic phrase, and fitting, as it's being released almost exactly one year since the band announced their split. It also gives a sense that the band lives on after they've broke up "beyond death" even, and the 'death' of the band doesn't mean we can't carry on listening to the brilliant songs they've produced.
I only started listening to MCR almost 2 years ago, and I cannot explain my love for this band in words. I'm so grateful for the sense of belonging their music has brought to me, it really reached out to me unlike any other melody has.
I take my hat off to you, My Chemical Romance, wish all the band members good luck with the rest of their lives and may death never stop you.
Keep Running xx
Wednesday 19 February 2014
Take 1
So I'm 'blogging' again. Stuff like this never lasts with me. Ah well. Might as well give it another go. I'm still not sure what I'm going to blog about. Whatever takes my fancy I suppose, but probably just my general day to day life.
I think a good way to start is to just describe my day so far:
"Rise and Shine!" my alarm blares from my phone, right next to my ear hole. Ah, 6am already? I must get up for college - oh wait, it's half term! I just once again have forgotten to turn my alarm off properly. But far from being grumpy at myself, I simply turn it off and snuggle back into the land of duvet and proceed to sleep for a further 2.5 hours.
After laying in bed on Tumblr for another hour after I woke up, I finally heard my mother leave the kitchen and raced downstairs to have a delicious breakfast of scotch pancake covered in Nutella with a banana.
MATHS. A five letter word that spells doom for my career prospects. From getting an A in GCSE in November 2012, to getting an E in the core 1 mock in December 2013. As much as I try, A level maths just refuses to cooperate with me. Nevertheless, I turn to the correct pages of the textbook and proceed to trawl through 10 pages of maths questions, with more than a little help from My Chemical Romance. (Seriously, Danger Days is excellent to listen to whilst doing homework)
Now the master of trigonometry, I proceed to shovel down cottage pie and then navigate to my corner of the living room and delve into the Internet.
And that brings me to the present, creating a new blog and now munching on some leftover Christmas chocolate and typing this post.
All I can hope is that this becomes a hobby for me. I don't know where it'll take me, but I hope it's somewhere good.
Keep Running xx
I think a good way to start is to just describe my day so far:
"Rise and Shine!" my alarm blares from my phone, right next to my ear hole. Ah, 6am already? I must get up for college - oh wait, it's half term! I just once again have forgotten to turn my alarm off properly. But far from being grumpy at myself, I simply turn it off and snuggle back into the land of duvet and proceed to sleep for a further 2.5 hours.
After laying in bed on Tumblr for another hour after I woke up, I finally heard my mother leave the kitchen and raced downstairs to have a delicious breakfast of scotch pancake covered in Nutella with a banana.
MATHS. A five letter word that spells doom for my career prospects. From getting an A in GCSE in November 2012, to getting an E in the core 1 mock in December 2013. As much as I try, A level maths just refuses to cooperate with me. Nevertheless, I turn to the correct pages of the textbook and proceed to trawl through 10 pages of maths questions, with more than a little help from My Chemical Romance. (Seriously, Danger Days is excellent to listen to whilst doing homework)
Now the master of trigonometry, I proceed to shovel down cottage pie and then navigate to my corner of the living room and delve into the Internet.
And that brings me to the present, creating a new blog and now munching on some leftover Christmas chocolate and typing this post.
All I can hope is that this becomes a hobby for me. I don't know where it'll take me, but I hope it's somewhere good.
Keep Running xx
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