Piercings and Life

Hello world,
This week has been a hectic week for me, to keep a long story short, I was incredibly busy with a theatre show from the 1st to the 6th (Friday) of December, then I got up the next day and went to the library and studied for 10 hours, and repeated this until my first exam on the Wednesday, had a break that day, went back to the library at 7am the next day, and had my last two exams on the Friday.

So you could say I've had a busy fortnight, except that the week before that I had an essay to write, and the week before that I had a theatre festival to help run. So free time isn't a thing I've had in my life for a while. Yet here I am with *nothing* to do until University starts again on the 13th, a whole month of *free time.
*though several of those days are already full of things, to the point where I've had to make a rule that I shall not do anything during the week between Christmas and New Year.

Interesting things though, the second I found myself with free time, I went and got my ear pierced and my hair re-dyed. So now I truly look the picture of an arts student; helix piercing, tattoo, red hair, leather jewellery and most of the clothes I own are black (a side effect of all the theatre I do...promise...)

Having now had both my cartildge pierced and foot tattooed I can say, with some authroity, that it really isn't that painful, like seriously, I would happily go and get more of each. Sure it's no trip to the spa, but it's also not the most painful thing you've ever experienced.

Anecdote from the piercing place:
I got both my tattoo and piercing done in the same place, and both times I got the weirdest and most wonderful compliments in my life, tattoo "you have really great skin for this, your skin is made to be tattooed" and when getting my ear done, I was told I had "great cartalidge" and "must have been well fed as a child"
It's wonderful, as are the people that work there.

Any ways, I don't think there was really a point to any of this, other than to say that I went and did things now that I have all this free time.

PS I may decide to write reviews of things, from books and films to makeup, so if that sounds interesting then let me know,

OK, bye xx

Two Short Notes from Life

It's how We were:

The heart beat fast. Faster and faster yet. It wouldn’t stop, not now, not yet. It can’t. There isn’t time. If it were to stop then there would be no more time. Maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s what we mean, when we say there is no time, maybe it means we’ve run out and there is no more time, and so no more us. Something may continue but not us, not we, not the Who that we are.

If I let it continue then something will happen. Something has to, there just can’t be this forever, it wouldn’t work. And yet, here we are. Alone in this place, waiting, writing, staring.

It must be what it means. No more time, I mean. When we beat too fast, that’s our heart, fighting for the end, fighting for the last. Hoping, waiting, thinking ‘one more beat will make a difference, that’s what we need, just one more beat, and then, we’ll be gone, free. Forever.’

In Response to someone who thought they'd lost themselves, and just needed to be found:

literary ability has no relation to the mind, but to the soul, and when one is left alone for too long it pines to be free, but can only bleed through the cracks between the words.

A soul like yours, a true soul, is forever free and forever able to create all it wants.

Yet too much freedom can make you forget, make you lose sight of what was once bars of a cage, and through forgetting from whence you came makes you forget where you are going. 

All you need is to remeber,

And then, one day

It will all come rushing back, your true skill and talent in the literary rabbit hole,

But until then, it's ok,

We all get lost sometimes, we just have to find the one thing that can bring us back home

Head Full of Cotton Wool

Head full of cotton wool;

Energy sucked up as if it were water.

Cannot think

Cannot see

Cannot hear.

It’s all there is

Cotton wool

Soft and fluffy for a while,

But it creeps,

And it clogs,

It creates a thick sludge

Everything sticks to it;

And it to everything.

I cannot see

I cannot hear

I cannot think.

I cannot escape the fluff,

I will never escape.

And without escape,

I cannot be.

What is there left?

I do not know,

For beyond the white fluff,

There is only more.

There may be a future,

A past, a present,

But for now the only reality

Is white, fluffy,

And all encompassing.

When we can no longer be.

We will light the fire.

The cotton shall go up in flames,

And when it’s gone then we’ll know.

We’ll know if what’s left is life or ash,

Light or dark.

But to survive,

To get through the flames,

We must first have strength,

So until then,

Until it is time.

We can do nought but exist.

So for now,

That’s all there is.

Fluff, muffling the world,

And once we emerge,

We shall know what the world truly is.

But until then,

All that there is,

Is life.

How it all began

This blog has been created for a purpose, not to have a regular rant about life, or even to give my views of how life as an arts student it (sorry about that, though who knows, maybe one day)

Nope, this blog has been created so that I can finish an essay that's due in 23.5 hrs,
I've done a fair bit of research for it I'm just stuck on two things:
I need some code
I need an example of a Web 2.0 site
(this is where you come in)(by you I do mean the site, not just the reader)

So here we are, I'm about to publish this purely so that I can then talk about the technologies and coding used to make it what it is,

toodle pip for now
xx