Just being Me

I first started this blog as part of an assessment for a Unit I was undertaking at Uni. However I enjoyed the ‘purge’ it allowed me so I continued it. No one other than the lecturer knew who I really was, and well I bloody doubt very much that she (The lecturer) actually comes by to read my waffle anymore.

So why is it that I suddenly feel as though my anonymity has been taken from me? That I need to watch what I say, be cautious of who I mention (Or at least make a partial mention to without actually naming names!) Is it because some people who know me IRL (You know the real life friends who have actually shared personal space with you! i.e a hug or a car trip!) Know my twitter address / follow me on twitter and thus have access to this blog. Maybe it’s them who are making me more self conscious – making me cautious about what I’m saying in case I may offend one / some of them.


Then the flip side of the coin comes down….. and I realise you know what! Fuck it this is my blog, I’ll say / write what ever the hell I want to (Within reason I don’t want to be sued by some huge corporate giant!) but I’ll say what I like, and how I feel regardless of who’s reading it – Because I run with the following notion.

If you don’t like what’s written here don’t read it

Or put another way.

If you’re going to be offended by what I might write here – then fuck off!

I will not at any point ‘name names’ i.e. give full names (First name Last Name) as I for one don’t believe that its fair that someone writes about someone else who may not want to be written about, and therefore I don’t think it’s ‘cool’ to give full names. I know I wouldn’t like it if someone was using my full name when writing about me in their blog.

Some may say – lock your blog, make it private, only allow those you want to see it in. I disagree, I’m running with my previous notion, if you don’t like what’s written here, stop reading, fuck off and don’t come back.


Kinda simple really when you take five minutes out of a hectic schedule to think about it.

I’m off to write plays about domestic violence, a briefing paper on human rights – Oh and in there somewhere I’ll find some time to ‘relax’ and play the new Wolfenstien I purchased yesterday.

That’s all I’ve got.

Double Post - One more thing

Can I just say 'Hello' to my new followers :) Nice to have you on-board. I hope I'm keeping you entertained somewhat.

To those 'lurking' go on hit that 'Join this site' button down there on the right....


You know you want too! ;)

Raarrrrrr

That's the sound of my head saying fuck you - stop putting information into me.

I'm off to get my eyes tested on Friday. I've had four yup that's F-O-U-R back to back vision disturbance migraines in the past four days, and to be honest it's scared me.

The only things I can put it down to is:
a) Migraine meds I'm currently on have 'stopped' working
b) Eye strain from the abundance of reading I've tried to pour into my head in the last week.

Anyway this afternoon I called up to make an appointment with my Doctor. The office lady informs me that he's away for the next three weeks. I was 'and your point?' the lady was like, 'well you won't be able to get in for three weeks'. I restated my previous statement - 'and your point is what? I'm used to waiting three weeks!' Luckily she could see I was taking the piss and laughed, then she told me I was naughty! I laughed at that.. I think I was five the last time I got told I was naughty!! Anyway she suggested I get my eyes tested in the meantime so I got off the phone to her and made and appointment with the eye person in town - he's clearly not on holiday's nor rushed off his feet, as he said 'how's this Friday afternoon suit you?'

So the best outcome here is that I just need glasses to read with - the bad outcome is I have something more serious going on. I'll go with the former outcome thanks.

That's all I've got.

August 1st - Blog #96

Procrastination is a fine art to master - I'm still in the process of getting my Phd in it - however I'm well on the way right about now.

I've stumbled into that 'rut' the one where you look at your calendar - see the enormous about of shit due and then think - Meh I can't be arsed doing Uni work today. The problem with that is I had the day off yesterday and spent it with my mum. So today I was suppose to get into it and get as much as I could get done for this week before my brother arrives tomorrow night.

What have I done thus far today

I went and got a hair cut
Fixed a friends computer
Went grocery shopping even though I loath it
Did the washing
Pulled in the aformentioned washing and folded it, and put it away

Now I'm sitting here writing this entry when I should be writing the proposal for the play I'm planning to write as my major assignment for that subject or 'writing for performance' It's only 1,000 words that's due Friday and I've not really kept up with the reading for that class as it bores the shit out of me, so right now I'm searching for a paddle!

I'm armed with redbull - the dog (He's laying on his bed beside me) and well... I'll upload this - shut down twirl so as not to be distracted by twitter and put a solid two hours in until 6pm when I'll be hungry, have to consume food and then won't want to write essay plans or read about the 'empty space' of theatre nor give a rats about the inner messages the book 'the hours' is trying to communicate to the reader.

I'll stop moaning - and just suck it up and get on with it

That's all I've got