So it's officially four minutes past Valentine's Day 2010, and if I'm completely honest it could have been better. In fact, it could have been a lot better, to say the very least. I successfully managed to stay up until the early hours of Valentine's morning procrastinating, while huddled under the cosiest of dressing gowns my mum bought me as a V-Day gift, watching Absolutely Fabulous. And it was in fact Absolutely Fab' in comparison to my life, right now. Due to my delayed attempt to sleep and then finding myself crawling into bed at no earlier than 5am realising the sofa really isn't the way forward, my awakening was at the shocking time of about 2 - pm!
I struggle to understand what the luring obsession is with this day-of-love. Yes, a loving relationship could complete the wonders that are the much favoured Valentine's Day, but for others it's just filled with a packet of revels and expectancy of what you're in fact never going to get. Speaking on my own behalf here, my Valentine's day has simply dragged, and considering I had such a late start to the day, it's saying something. On the other hand, unknown admirers can provide some sort of self-esteem, but can the 'unknown' truly be enough in this world to make the day endurable? Can it really? I'm sad to say, I think it might. That I'm the bitter (young) lemon who just needs to get the odd card every few years to make my great hate fizzle into what is a happy and comfortable acquaintance with the dreaded V-Day. Notice that? Code for the day that shall not be (properly) named! I'm feeling a bit of Harry Potter coming on, as I speak.
What I want though is for someone to prove me wrong! To tamper with my not-so set in stone yet firm beliefs and prove V-Day is not simply an unappreciated wake up call for all those singletons out there trying to crawl their way through the red, chocolate and cuddly bear filled day full of love, but a way for us to understand the love of others. Is it really any more than a commercialised holiday built upon building blocks of want, need and disappointment?
Sunday, 14 February 2010
Thursday, 4 February 2010
Time To Start
So I've recently been blog-hopping through those overpopulated and highly used array of blogging sites; you know the ones: livejournal.com and yes, tumblr.com! Though from this it is clear I found it hard to stick to just one and remain faithful but now I feel I've come across the right site for me. My reason? Well it seems like the most wonderful site on earth of course! No, don't worry I'm joking, I've been using this site for my Media planning and in all honesty, I have taken to it fairly quickly. Anyway, enough rambling and more about WHY.
Now and again I get the great urge to blog, I just can't help it. I even write my words in my head and start my own brain-journal almost! It's not quite the same though. I like instant gratification at times like these and being able to reflect on a blog in my 'brain journal' just isn't possible after a mere few days, let alone a year or so. That is not my plan though. I doubt many in this world have the time to spend reflecting on all of their past blogs, though it is nice to know that my thoughts and memories are still visible and reachable if i should have a moment to myself where I wish to look back on specific blogs of my memories and journey, at a particular moment in my life from now on. After all, our memories are what make us - well - us.
This morning I got a bit of fire in my belly and I felt the time was absolutely right to start my blogging diary. For all those who may ponder by it, wish to actually read it or even follow, I hope you enjoy what is me. I can't promise that at all moments of writing I will be as exciting as at other moments, or adopt the same character as I may have been perceived as before, but what I can promise is to remain as myself. I have such high hopes for this year and although it hasn't got off to the most brilliant of starts, I know I have the strength to make it a year to remember. After all, a year not to remember, is in this world, is a year wasted. So I am starting my proper blogging journey positive and upbeat, which in my eyes is the best way I can possibly start it.
So I am due to finish blitzing my room and start off two essays which means it's my call to finish this and come back later. MTV is on the TV and I am ready to get this done!
Lizzie
Now and again I get the great urge to blog, I just can't help it. I even write my words in my head and start my own brain-journal almost! It's not quite the same though. I like instant gratification at times like these and being able to reflect on a blog in my 'brain journal' just isn't possible after a mere few days, let alone a year or so. That is not my plan though. I doubt many in this world have the time to spend reflecting on all of their past blogs, though it is nice to know that my thoughts and memories are still visible and reachable if i should have a moment to myself where I wish to look back on specific blogs of my memories and journey, at a particular moment in my life from now on. After all, our memories are what make us - well - us.
This morning I got a bit of fire in my belly and I felt the time was absolutely right to start my blogging diary. For all those who may ponder by it, wish to actually read it or even follow, I hope you enjoy what is me. I can't promise that at all moments of writing I will be as exciting as at other moments, or adopt the same character as I may have been perceived as before, but what I can promise is to remain as myself. I have such high hopes for this year and although it hasn't got off to the most brilliant of starts, I know I have the strength to make it a year to remember. After all, a year not to remember, is in this world, is a year wasted. So I am starting my proper blogging journey positive and upbeat, which in my eyes is the best way I can possibly start it.
So I am due to finish blitzing my room and start off two essays which means it's my call to finish this and come back later. MTV is on the TV and I am ready to get this done!
Lizzie
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