I didn’t really have a lot of time to take a feature picture for this post. I’ve been bed bound for the past 2 days. Yipee. I should probably explain.
I thought I would post this before getting to work as I have time. I mean in retrospect I spend half my life travelling on public transport (whether it 40 minutes journeys into work, or those hourly one on the way home). I get to do a lot of thinking and I have decided to tell you what I do with my spare time (because you all care soo much *sarcasm*). But here goes.
If I’m not travelling I’m either reading or writing. Boring I know but it’s what I can do. I say that because after leaving secondary school (or the first 5 years of high school if you’re American I believe) I kind of lost my art mono – I have endless amounts of art work lying around my room bearing as constant reminders to this fact. I mean I do always think about getting back into stencilling but I need new equipment, and right now I don’t have the money for that (but I will soon !).
But to make my hobbies sound less vague I will be more specific. I read numerous amounts of fanfiction, as you could tell from a previous post I wrote about my slight obsession. I also try to read normal books but I get halfway and then just put them down – I need to stop doing that because it’s just making the pile beside my bed ever growing.
And writing wise I also posted about how I handle not falling into depression, which is by writing my thoughts in the form of prose and poetry. I almost feel as if I were in a Shakespeare play, they would be my asides to the audience – somewhat a soliloquy but less eloquently said of course.
Alongside those two things I do enjoy recording and watching documentaries (either animal related, historical ones, or ones on literature – nine times out of ten they are the combination of the first two, learning about all the prehistoric creatures from the jurassic, miocene and pliocene periods of time. Ahh Megalodons). At the moment I have 6 episodes of this documentary series on actors discussing Shakespearean plays and how the written quality of the play and the acting merge together on stage to recreate the greatness of them.
And blogging, as you have probably realised because of these endless NaBloWriMo posts ^.^.
It’s almost my stop to get off so I will leave it here. Post later.
“She pushed her frail and weakened body through clusters of white lily bushels. Red scars left on her dirtied white skin, paled by the florescent moon up in the twilight sky. Her breath quickening, her pace echoing that of her heart; thud, thud, thud. Hollowed branches snapping carelessly beneath her soles. The end was nigh and she could feel it, but she kept running.
Isabella turned, glancing quickly at the tall, leafless trees as the cast eerie and daunting shadows on the path she had taken. A luminous, green glow in the distance signalled the castle; her once safe haven, now merely another hollowed shell in her ‘perfect life’. She knew it was too soon to stop. Manfred was near, she could feel it. Shivers ran down her spine as the wind whispered muffled ‘run’s and ‘save me’s; even the spirits knew she was in danger. The end was nigh and she could feel it, but she kept running.
With a final push, she finally escaped the forest and entered what seemed to be dead land. A screaming silence enveloped her; no whistling winds, no insects, no birds, just the sound of her heart; thud, thud, thud. Thick fog limited her vision. Anything could be out there, but she knew it was seemingly heaven here than with Manfred.
She ran into the fog, disorientated, no idea of direction, she just ran. Crisp grass tickled her beaten soles, she could almost taste the freedom. Mind distracted by this wanting trance, she tripped over airs of nothingness. Hitting the ground, all soul and drive left her body. A single tear formed a crystal in the crevice of her dead eyes. The end was nigh and she could feel it but, but could she keep running.
Isabella tried to stand but it felt as if the spirits once pushing her on, were now holding her down, pinning her to this fate and signalling her coming end.
‘Isabella, my dear, my beauty. Why did you run?’ Isolated in her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed the man who makes her blood run cold had finally caught her. The end was nigh … the end was here.”
This blog post is happily named ‘Ain’t it fun’ after the Paramore song of the self named 4th album – I have admittedly been re-listening to a lot, and I mean A LOT, of their music over the past few weeks because it simply just fits the mood plus they are and will probably will always be one of my favourite bands alongside The Blackout and Korean boy bands Infinite, BTS and the ORIGINAL SM The Ballad (fuck the new line up – its basically SM The-anyone-who-can-sing-a-few-notes-collab … the original SM The Ballad had soul, grove, charisma and quite frankly could sing the pants off of me and get me into bed – and with their song titled Hot Times it only seemed fitting to say that). But back on subject, I chose this song in particular (fought between this and ‘Hate to See Your Heart Break’ because of … reasons) because when I listen to this it just instantly makes me happy and forget some shit that happens over time … and believe me, recently there has been a lot of shit (which I shan’t bore you with and to be brutally honest I don’t want to talk about it merely because it surprisingly hurts to talk about – only because I feel like so much time and effort attempting to be a nice and decent human being was wasted on someone who just couldn’t be bothered not to make themselves the victim for once …)
But we shan’t dwell. I have some good news anyway. On the 14th of this month (late as always i know but at least it is here now) I got my A level results for this year. Now before the day I wasn’t at all optimistic for these results – I even got to the point of telling my father it can go one of 2 ways; one would be a text saying school meaning i had passed and i continue for my last year before attempting university; or two would be a text saying nun stripper meaning i had failed and i have already decided that becoming a nun stripper was my new career path. But lone behold I pulled through and managed to get a C overall in my English Lit A level, a C in English Language AS and an A in Film Studies AS … fucking shocking right XD