Saturday, June 14, 2008


Ok, so I think it's about time for an election post. As you may know, I was born an American citizen due to my mother being American, and despite having grown up overseas, the U.S. is where my heart is, and the country where I feel most at home. I'm also turning eighteen in October, so, come the November general elections, I will be proudly utilizing my first vote. Now, I have been, probably predictably, a devoted Clinton supporter since day one; I got up at six in the morning after Super Tuesday to get the results (cross-Atlantic time-difference), and cried with joy when I saw how well she'd done; I watched every speech; tried and failed to donate (because some campaigns, unlike Obama's, won't accept donations from under eighteens); watched every day as the delegates rose and fell; and finally cried with anger and sadness when Hillary was left no option but to drop out.

The dilemma I'm left with now, other than the terrifying prospect of either a bloodthirsty Republican or an inept, puerile "orator " as the next President of one of the most powerful countries in the World, is what to do with my precious first vote. Do I actively vote in a candidate who I don't have faith in? Or do I withhold my treasured suffrage?

My thoughts at the moment are currently with the conglomeration of organizations and petitions which are still fighting either for the DNC to count the wrongly attributed votes and fix this mess, or for Hillary Clinton to run independently of the Democratic Party. Let's hope that democracy can hold, and we can remedy this dire situation.

Friday, April 18, 2008

isn't life hilarious?

Well well well!

Methinks it's time for a quick update seeing as things have changed *again* quite significantly, and before exam season. However, it's gonna have to be super-fast because I have an essay to write which I want to get done today and it's already a quarter past five! Right, so the main change is in uni plans-guess who, after all the drama, got accepted into Warwick University? ...that's right, Shell. Haha not really, she had no drama before she got her offer :D so yes, hurrah, I now have a place at an awesome uni on an awesome course, with the added bonus of my soul mate going to the same place. In short, it's so entirely like :O fate! that I'm ashamed at how convinced I now am of fate despite having given it not nearly enough thought. But I'm severely happy anyhow, and all I need now is to actually work and get my required grades haha, so I'm thinking it's essay time. Oh, and it's official, I adore Ani DiFranco. And Belgium is really very pretty, and the people speak embarrassingly perfect English. That's all! Essay time.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

new look

So, as you can (hopefully) see, I have tried changing the look of the journal. Due to my immeasurably far from even competent knowledge of HTML, it's not exactly how I want it, but it works pretty well and is almost legible if you adjust the window size to the size of the background image.

:) I'll try to get it all nice at some stage, perhaps with the help of a kindly computer genius.

vivamus atque amemus


Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Saturday, January 26, 2008

so, you know that sign I was looking for?

I think on Thursday, in the form of being rejected from the final uni I was interested in and had the required grades for, it arrived.

Arrived is far too passive a verb.

Anyhow, I got my sign, so now I guess it's time to stop being what most people would call "careful" or "realistic" (so, cowardly), and start being brave and fierce.

You can't be careful about ambition.

So here's the plan: I somehow find the motivation to finish my A2's over the next five months, then I go back to London, find myself some place to stay, get myself a waitressing job or something, & start gigging.

Exciting isn't it?

Finally; I've been feeling a lot of things over the past few days, dealing with this abrupt change of plan, above all I've been more scared than I've ever been, I've also been frustrated that my original plan of getting a degree first isn't possible anymore; basically I've been just trying to think through it all and catch up, place myself. Then last night some things occurred to me; first of all, as I said, I've been waiting for a push in either direction for a while now; if this isn't a sign I don't know what is, and secondly, maybe this whole "clever plan" I had in place was just a way of avoiding a decision which needs to be made, and which I clearly wasn't brave enough to think about yet.

But thankfully, I've been pretty much handed the courage to make the decision I wanted to. I'm not gonna continue to put life off.

I've finally got the freedom I've been craving, and now, finally and after much thought, it feels awesome.

Wish me luck :)


Friday, January 25, 2008


Everything is in my heels.
Like someone came in the night
and slid all of the things that are usually
"on my shoulders",
the weight of the world,
into my shoes.
The weight of my world is in my heels,
meaning I can't walk at my usual speed..
then again,
how fast can you really walk
when you don't know where you're headed?

Sorry, that's all I've got.

Not much for a pro is it? Never mind,
'cause failure clearly is an option,
or hobby.
Which this can't be anymore,
'cause I may not want to nourish myself right now,
but at some point I'll need to.

I can do this
I am strong
I am big
I just need to
get it out of my heels and

onto a page
or a line
onto a stage.

Just a stage

of transition

I'm just in shock,

I'm sure fruition
is around the corner,
I just need more time.

I'm just so fragile,

the spaces between my own lines shake me,
the lines that used to make me
now feel bad, feel out to break me,

my lines are woven, strung up,
waiting for my neck,
my life,
dead or alive?

Line of my life, or noose?
Fight, or flight?

Here I begin.

Find a brave face for a stranger,
& a dropped pin.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

it's t-junction time..

...or at least it will be pretty soon. Problem is, I'm having real trouble with what to do with my life. It's not that I lack in ambition, in fact, it's the exact opposite that's causing me trouble; there is so much I want to achieve and be, one person couldn't possibly be all of the things that I would die disappointed having not been. And of course, true to my contradictory nature, while I have this uncontrollable longing to do so much, I also have the sort of character which means I have to give myself entirely to something or I won't be happy.

So I was born with this inherent pull in me to react to high intensity by writing, singing, etc.; generally harnessing everything into creativity, mostly music. And if I could never listen to music again, I am almost certain that I would spend the first hour of every day of the rest of my life crying until I ran out of breath.

But can I really dedicate myself to something so down to chance? I don't do well without routine, & my confidence in my apparent talent gets knocked relatively easily.. could I really cope living from one sleazy bar and one room apartment to the next?

My other option is serving my country in a job which I think I'd be very good at and which would give me more security in most ways. I'm incredibly patriotic, & a job requiring the sort of dedication as this does suits me really quite well.. it would also be extremely interesting and challenging.

But that option leaves me no choice but to back burner music, which I'm doing right now for my studies and which just.. makes me feel like I'm not functioning fully or something..

So. There's my problem- I know I would love both lives, & I think I'd thrive in both, but it all depends on chance & what ifs, & it's driving me out of my mind. I guess I'm gonna have to just keep looking out for signs, & have faith that what is meant to be will happen...

vivamus atque amemus,