For your sake

"Those three words are said too much, but not enough."
I love that line. Its from Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars and it gets me every time, even after countless repeats.

That said, I've just realised what a profound and...for want of a better word...interesting read my blog will be for me in 5 years time. (Please note the oozing sarcasm at this point, and forever onwards).
Reading through my previous posts I've come to realise that they are either on mindless shopping escapades, or really pathetic emo-ing on...nothing in particular. Shouldn't all the hormone imbalances that plague teens be washed away and...balanced(?) by now? After all, everything else appears to be slowing down - my metabolism (which was slow to begin with. Curse all you people who eat 2 bowls of rice and still manage to keep stick thin figures). My height. Well, actually that stopped short after I turned twelve, I think.

*sigh* Hmmm...I don't think that's long enough to count as a reasonable post, do you? Perhaps not when you bear in mind my looong absences.

*drums fingers* dum dee dum...

*brightens up* I'm reading Tash Aw's The Harmony Silk Factory, finally. Good book. Interesting writing style. And, I'm relieved to have found that I haven't lost my love of reading, or that blessed ability to curl up and remain vegetative for as long as I have a book in my hands. It was just lying dormant for awhile because I forgot to feed it. But I was mortally afraid that it had died completely and would be lost to me forever, as it was to my old school friends. How can they spend their entire lives without EVER having picked up a book voluntarily?? (Do not you DARE include Goosebumps and Sweet Valley Twins into the category of English Literature).

I've also noticed I love speaking in metaphors, riddles, similes. It makes conversation so elegant and interesting. To think centuries ago men and women adorned their tongues with such rapturous designs, and in what we call the era of civilisation we can do no better than to pierce balls of metal through ours.

Another interesting fact - blogging is addictive. I started out with absolutely nothing to say and now I find I can keep going and going and going.
Interesting fact - I seem to be carrying out a conversation with myself . Ok. Perhaps not so much interesting as it is freaky. Loony bin here i come! It's a long overdue visit, anyway.
Interesting fact - I'm using the word 'interesting' a lot. Have I mentioned I have the vocabulary capacity of a 12-year-old?

*deep audible sigh of satisfaction*
and a resolve to return "very soon" with another dramatic and over-emtional post. I can feel one welling up so I'll let it swirl in my head and ripen awhile before reaping its fruit. I find that works.
> Writing tip from an unpublished, unemployed prospective LAW student. To be taken with a pinch of salt....and doused with a gallon of water.