Sunday, September 28, 2008

Purple Predicament

"If you pass by the color purple in a field and don't notice it, God gets real pissed off." ~ Alice Walker
I love purple. You don't have to know me well to know that; you can tell by my clothes, pencil case, pens, scarves, accessories... I've always loved it.
I don't have a topic in mind for this entry, I just felt that I needed to write stuff down (well type, if I'm going to be pedantic) although I'm not sure about what. I do however, have a feeling that it's going to be some sort of rant, seeing as that's the easiest thing to write as the words just flow because if you're angry, you always have something to say! That's not to say that I'm angry; I'm actually quite calm at the moment, although a little aggravated because of Primark. Well, just clothes in general and how they don't fit me. I'm now thinking do I really want to carry on with this post? Will I regret posting it if I do? I'm in the kind of mood where I want to post it because I've spent time writing this and there seems to point to letting it go to waste... What a predicament.
Well you've all been saved by the bell - I have to go take the washing in from the line, have dinner and go to Links, so I don't have the time to waste my time ranting... Shall I hit publish? I probably will, but I don't think you people will mind reading this, because if you are reading this, you probably know me well enough and don't mind....... Ah, I'm driving myself crazy!
Goodbye, friends! Just wait for the next post where I'll be groaning about this post.....!

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Bookworms Of The World, Unite!

"A rose shook in her blood, and shadowed her cheeks. Quick breath parted the petals of her lips. They trembled. Some southern wind of passion swept over her, and stirred the dainty folds of her dress. "I love him, " she said, simply. The girl laughed again. The joy of a caged bird was in her voice. Her eyes caught the melody, and echoed it in radiance; then closed for a moment, as though to hide their secret. When they opened, the mist of a dream had passed across them."

~ Oscar Wilde



I was recommended 'A Picture of Dorian Gray', but was apprehensive about reading it, because of all the classics I'd tried to read but had found too horrible because of the way it's written. Buuuut I found it just fantastic (I still have 20 or so pages left, so no one spoil it for me!) and the way it is written is just beautiful, like the example above, which made me stop and read it again, because it was so wonderful. I highly recommend it to anyone wanting to be adventurous and branch out from the easy-sleazy trash that is so safe to read!


I've come to the conclusion that I have far too many books for the time and space that I have... My shelf is overflowing; I'm going to have to stack stuff up to the ceiling soon and I haven't read about a quarter of the books that I have! The reason for this is the amazing new charity shop near my house called ARC, which also has too many books, so sells fully decent books for £1, or if you're lucky, 25p! Today I bought Enduring Love by Ian McEwan for 75p, Orlando by Virginia Woolf for 25p and Friends, Lovers and Chocolate by Alexander McCall for 75p! Who knows when I'll read them, but it makes me happy buying them and there's no need to feel guilty because it's a charity and they don't put me much out of pocket.
However, there is such a thing as over-indulgence and waste; so where should one draw the line?
"In a consumerist age we would do well to pause and reflect on the extent to which our indulgence in pleasures and pastimes has lost its innocence and humility. Our hobbies should be a means of losing ourselves in sheer delight in those things that appeal on account of the divine image we bear. Have they now become proud demonstrations of calculating self-centred attempts to remake ourselves in an image that we imagine carries greater cultural kudos? Has the acquisition of things, and the status that their ownership brings, become more important to us than any actual pleasure they impart?"
This from an article that I read about a man who has collected over 2 million pieces of Lego and it made me think about all these books that I've accumulated over the years. What is the likelihood that I will read all these books and when (or if) I do, will it be worth it? I'd like to think so, after all, as a letter from the English department at school said, "reading is the greatest journey of all" and I believe that there is no such thing as a wasted read, because you learn something from everything you read, be it a new word, an insight to a new way of writing or that you don't like that author!
I love reading; it's an escape for me and a deep pleasure that thrills me. Getting a new book, from a charity shop, book shop or library, is something I'll never become tired of. I think it's in my genes to be a bookworm, as my parents are avid readers and will go through two books a week gladly. I actually feel sad and disappointed that I haven't had the time to read my book in the past few weeks, although I can happily while away the time on Facebook, which irritates me. Getting back to books (Facebook is a worthy of a whole other entry by itself!), I do feel reluctant to buy several books at a time, because it takes away from the enjoyment of a new book to read straightaway. This is me being incredibly anal and odd, but I'm allowed to feel that way and allowed to write this!
I should probably wrap up now, as I've written more than enough and I know how length can put people off reading something... I just hope that from reading this, people can take away my passion for reading. I hope this has inspired someone to try reading again or get a good book out the library!

Monday, September 01, 2008

The Next Chapter

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end" ~ Seneca


I don't know how I'm going to write this without sounding so cliché. It's happening to everyone, so it's not as if I'm the only one experiencing it, but it does feel like something very important and exciting is happening to me at the moment. I'm moving on and starting the next phase of my life, which fills me with so much excitement and jubilation that I can barely contain it, which would explain why I'm writing this blog entry...


Having the opportunity to start afresh is so appealing and I can't wait.

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I wrote that a few weeks ago before I started college (as you can see, the entry says Monday 1st September!), but then didn't want to write anymore; I can't remember the reason! Anyway, I've decided that I liked it enough to post, but wanted to add some sort of explanation and possibly more for the sake of it being a decent length entry. I think that I think too much into all this stuff, wanting it to sound eloquent, wordy, cool and somehow be better than the whiny blogs out there, but actually, that's not being me or who I am, so should just write what I want to write and be who I want to be; not who I think I should be. I now feel able to write about what I've done, post photos and talk about being ME and give people an insight into my life, instead of trying to write a masterpiece, every time I click 'new post'. Also, it can allow old friends to keep track of me and what I'm up to; I'd hate to lose contact with them.
So, consider this a new start and a new blog!