Friday, July 14, 2006

Would you like some more of that?

I don't have to be at work until 5 PM and was looking forward to staying in bed and reading a book (Life of Pi by Yann Martel - Man Booker Prize winner from a few years ago), a book that took only a few sentences to have me hooked.

However, lying in bed, I can't concentrate on the book. Instead I think of this new blog that I've started, and how I need to write something. I don't have a particular story I feel the need to get off my chest, but nonetheless, I feel I need to write something. My old blog, the official one, doesn't have a comments function, so I never knew if anyone other than my family and friends ever read it, and so I had no feeling of a responsibility to post something new.

Even just the few comments I've received on the first entry I wrote on this blog makes me realise that there are in fact people out there. People who may (!) be interested in what I have to say and that in turn gives me a feeling similar to the one I have when I have people over to my house. I want to feed them.. Physically with good food and wine and intellectually with interesting company and conversation. That's how I feel about you, internet. I want to make you fat. In the good way.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Stupid festival

I've spent the last 6 or 7 years often wondering why I'm unable to form a real romantic relationship. These thoughts are usually punctuated with periods of time, where I for some reason suddenly feel content in my eternal state of singledom and happy that I'm not with anyone. Those content times are usually few and far between. However, I'm in one of those happy & single phases now, and it has lasted for several months. That, I believe, is the longest it has ever lasted for me.

Today is a beautiful day; The sun is out and it's warm. So it seems an unlikely day for me to be annoyed about not having a boyfriend. I have great friends to have over or meet up with, so a day like today ought to be all rainbows and unicorns. There's a reason why it's not. It's the festival. The stupid music festival that's on every year that everybody seems to go to. I was supposed to go this year, but having no money and a leg injury has kept me home. My friends on the other hand have (a little) money and uninjured legs, meaning that I'm practically the only one left in town.

So just today, I'm feeling that it would be kind of great to have a boyfriend. Also, so he could make me a smoothie.

The First One

This is my first post to this blog. I have another blog that all my friends and family read and so, like so many others, I find myself censoring my thoughts and leaving out posts on touchy subjects. What I really need is a place to vent and get rid of the things that are actually going on in my mind, so an "official" blog that my family (and everyone else I know) reads, just won't cut it.
If you read this, please post a little comment. Just so I know there's someone out there. Thanks.