Dusting off an imagination.

Ok, the gaps between these posts are getting longer and longer. My bad guys, definitely my bad.

Right, what to say. Well, I could start with this... I want to write something.

You know, a story, a novel, a book. One or all of the above.

There is one slight teensy tiny problem. Starting it. With exams, work, moving to Edinburgh, trying to get the girl, save the world and then subsequently subjugate it to my will, there isn't much spare time for just sitting thinking of a story. With my imagination running circles in my head as usual, picking one idea out isn't easy either. So, you know, I'll plod on with tha...

Hold on. We'll go back to story time after. Go back a bit there. "rk, moving to Edinburgh, tr" Yeah, I may have forgotten to tell some of you. I'm moving to Edinburgh. Very soon. As in, before the end of this month. It's a good thing. It's not me, it's you. Or something like that. So long Kirkcaldy, as a wise Jedi once said, "I'll be back." Or was that from Star Trek? I get those all mixed up sometimes.

Anyway, back onto topic. After these exams are finished, I plan to sit down and just whack out my ideas into a coherent form. Hopefully, some of it might form words. If you want to find out about it once I have something, let me know. I need critics to keep me on the straight and narrow. And stuff like that. You know, so I don't end up writing something about sparkling vampires and a lust story between a vampire and something he would consider food. Like me and a steak. Actually, that could work. Teenage girls suck up that kind of stuff, don't they?

Write "Man falls in love with Steak" Book ---> Publish ----> ???? -----> Profit.

Simples.

Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.

When words fail us.

Hi all.


Well, it's been a while. I say this a lot, but I do try and blog often, it's just the right words at the right time are such a hard thing to write/say. I've noticed this more and more recently. 
As my good friend Dumbledore said:

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." 

Some people need to think about what these words actually mean. All too often I hear someone being called a Slut, an Idiot or Gay. All too often I hear people say hurtful things to people for no reason. All too often, the nice things are left unsaid.
Believe it or not, that's not why I decided to write this blog. It just came out. What I really want to ask you all is this. 


Have you ever wanted to say something to someone, but couldn't? The reason you couldn't doesn't matter. Yes or no?
I'm going to guess that the vast majority of you will say yes. "Yes, I have wanted to tell ------- something but I couldn't because -------."


Sometimes, finding the right words is hard. Sometimes, knowing what to say and when to say it is impossible. Sometimes, some words are left unsaid, the moment past and the reason for thinking of them forgotten.
Sometimes the reason is good enough. "They weren't ready to hear it." "They don't need to know." "The time wasn't right." "I didn't know what to say."
Sometimes the reason is not good enough. "I was too nervous." "I didn't want to hear the answer." 
Sometimes words aren't enough. Many a time I have tried to say something, my mouth opens and no intelligible sound comes out. That's happened way too often for me to be happy about it.


One day, I'll be able to say all the things I want to say to all the people I want to say things to. Or maybe not. Maybe they'll move away before I manage to find the right words. All that matters is that I intend to say them. One day.


Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.

And A Happy Valentines To You Too.

At the risk of seeming like an annoyed singleton, I'm here to discuss matters of vital importance to everyone in the civilised world.

Look guys, IT'S ALMOST VALENTINES DAY!

 As a bitter and twisted member of this so called "society" we live in, I feel shunned and left out of all of the pink and hearty celebrations. I feel like someone who has nothing to contribute with on this holiday of joy and merriment.

I feel, well, not lonely. I feel apart from it all.

But Andrew, I hear you cry, you don't have to fork out all that money on a card! You don't have to pay for a gift! You're free!

Yes. I am free from all the spending of money. But I am also free from spending time with someone I like. I am free from the horrors of being physically and emotionally close to someone I care about. I am free from all of the horribly nice things that being in a good relationship can bring you. I am free and damn it, I'll be happy about it.

Being single on valentines day isn't good because of the not spending money on things. It isn't good because of the not needing to please anyone other than yourself thing. (Whatever things you do to please yourself is between you and your right hand. I don't need to know.)

Being single on valentines day isn't bad because of having to put up with a week of shops having garish hearts, heart shaped chocolates and flower stands the size of small houses. It isn't bad because of the amount of "Romantic Facebook Posts" people put on each others wall. (To clear this up, it is not romantic to post on someone's wall saying "Luff you bbz" or "Love you millions honey." Not at all. It's sickening.)

Being single on Valentines Day is bad because it reminds you of everything you are missing out on. It makes you think of that one person who you know you shouldn't be thinking of. It makes you crave human contact. It ma...

Hey, wait a minute. I'm reminded every day of the little things I miss out on from not being in a relationship. Every day I think of someone I know I shouldn't and have suspicions at my chances with her. Every day I step outside and long for a reason to put one foot in front of the other.

There you have it. Valentines day isn't bad compared to other days. It's just as bad as the rest.

Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.