Search terms

I love looking at the search terms that people find my blog through. They’re an entertaining way to spend a few minutes. I’m suprised constantly by how many search for ‘andgreyskies’, and I get a lot for Yomiko Readman Cosplay (which I shall upload some more details on in the Easter holidays). I also get a fair few about arm bruising, especially after giving blood, and a couple of “[name redacted]“s, which make me a little suspicious. I’m not posting names, but people have also searched for “andgreyskies” in conjunction with a name, presumably their own. It seems I make people suspicious. Perhaps I should simply make an entry with a list of people I dislike to satisfy them?

Some of them are hilarious, though. Here are my few favourites;

• i am not very good at helping (I’m quite offended that I come up as a result for this one!)
• rant about the internet (I have a few of these. )
• the explicit gyno exam (This one worries me. To my knowledge, I’ve never talked about any kind of gynaecological things.)
• holding emotions in and then overreacting (Welcome to my world! :D )
• “gay jigsaw” (Hahah. :D Win.)
• romford ice rink chavs (Predictable. I’d want to find out about them, too.)
• hoarders and recluse (I’m more of the first, and less of the latter)

“Trouble that we’ve come to know will stay with us”

Whenever I write about myself or my life nowadays, it’s not in an organised way. I exist in scribbled notes on the back of receipts and in paragraphs on post-it notes. I write what I feel, what I’m thinking at that one second, and it exists in such a way that I can hold it in my hand until I forget about it, or get distracted. I find it two weeks later and it’s irrelevant, embarrassing, and screwed up at the bottom of my wastepaper bin within a minute. If I kept some of them, I would scan them, but my writing is awful.

I don’t even know how long it is since I’ve updated, because it seems that time is flying past me far too quickly lately. The past month or so feels like a week and a half. I’m already more than halfway through my first year at university. I’m three weeks into a relationship with someone (technicalities regarding at what point a relationship starts are disregarded in this case), and it still feels like last week was the first time we kissed. I’ve been spending a lot of time with him, which I enjoy, even if it does deprive both of us of sleep and confuse my ability to tell what date it is even more.

I’ve started a novel, to a spectacular lack of success. I’ve got so used to procrastinating, that when I’m not out, I’d rather flit around pointlessly on the internet than actually write. I don’t know if it will go anywhere, as it’s more an incentive to get me writing and to keep me writing. Of course it’s cathartic too, in the sense that I’m writing about nasty things. One of the problems that I’ve been running up against with my writing is that fact that too many people in real life watch me on deviantart and know whereabouts I lurk online. It’s hard to be totally honest when it can come back to bite you.

Again- this leads to my usual blog-debate. Shall I be totally, brutally, honest, and risk the consequences? Or shall I continue as I do, editing and censoring what I can write?

Watch out. More entries shall be about, covering subjects as diverse as my misadventures with public transport, sex, polaroid photographs and new telephones. I promise. <3

I am out and about, busy, and most of all, tiredtiredtired.