*insert drunken ramble here*
okies. So you clearly are reading this, no escaping that. Either you stumbled here by accident and will soon be on your merry way to wherever you meant to go or you were accidently invited here by other me. She does a lot of things I usually regret - but she is definitely fun.
Firsty, I have something to confess - I nearly always spell the word definitely wrong. Nothing major you say? Well.. it's a word I use ALL OF THE TIME and I'm not someone who should be spelling anything incorrectly, in fact I am one of those people who pride themselves on their grasp of the written word - so for me, having a word like that - that for some reason just won't stick in my head - it hurts.
So enough about pain. Why am I here? I dunno - ask my parents (yeah I'm not very funny either) But why the blog? Well. Everyone else seems to be doing it.
Baaaaa (that's a sheep noise)
Writing used to be something I did all of the time, something that came naturally, something that felt good and helped get my head all lined up neatly. I haven't done any writing since I left school - almost ten years- and recently a few people have tried to push me to start again and where else to bare you soul but to the whole world in a freakin blog.
This is probably just going to end up being an enormous pile of babble - but since there is a slight chance of genius I will continue. I recently went though a pile of crap from my Mums house and found a journal I kept in primary school. Since current me has nothing to write about - here are some snippets of past me.
The Birthday - written by little me 19-07-95 (from what I remember, there was a competiton at school relating to the words 'The Birthday' - it had to be a poem or a short story. I didn't win - the shit was rigged I'm sure. Also - VERY catholic school)
God was in heaven watching Adam and Eve
He looked at his watch, he pulled up his sleeve
They had kindness and joy, tenderness and care
But something was missing, something not there
He looked at his book, he pulled at his hair
He thought night and day, What wasn't there?
It was something important, something not small
Bit nothing was left, nothiung at all
then one stary night in the heavens above
God realised the answer, the answer was love
God couldn't help Adam and Eve
as he didn't have that trick up his sleeve
He couldn't grant it like a wish,
He couldn't serve it like a dish
He couldn't call some little elves
Adam and Eve had to get love by themselves
He could give them something to bring them together
Together to stay as man and wife forever
It had to be somethig small and sweet
Something to play with, somethign neat!
Something to be proud of in good times and bad
I'll make Eve a mother, and Adam a dad!
I'll make them able to create,
something to love, not to hate
It shall be a kitten maybe?
No! I've got it - It will be a baby
God called it mission number 1
Creating love for everyone
So Eve gave birth to a little baby
It was a boy, so they called him Davey
God remembered this day in a special way
He though of a name - it was the birthday
by sweet innocent, family loving me - age 11
I love that you too cannot spell definitely... I don't know what it is about that word but I can never get it right. And you don't just use it a lot, you're always using it in tandem and often triplicate: 'I definitely, definitely think you should...' :)
ReplyDeleteshush you! I blame spell check for that certain inadequacy. It's one of those words it fixes automatically - without even telling you. So all these years I've been writing definately and it's been quietly fixing it and I wasn't able to learn from my mistakes.
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