Like in the advert for Virgin Red, I once dreamt that I blew a bubblegum bubble so big that I floated away.
That dream turned into a nightmare when a bird accidentally flew into it, popped it, and sent me falling. And then I woke up.
It did nothing to help ease my fear of heights, that’s for sure.
Every now and again, you may find yourself, in a random moment, thinking to yourself, “WHAT THE F*** IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
I’ve had many a moment recently where I’ve been thinking this about myself. And I still don’t know the answer. I am, however, able to identify the possible ones. Like a multiple choice question, that would probably comprise of about eight options. I will update this when I find out.
Random thought of the day:
Katie Melua once sang that there are nine million bicycles in Beijing.
Nine Million Bicycles was released in 2005. Therefore there’s probably a few million more bicycles in Beijing then there was twelve years ago.
(I know but it was the first thing that I came up with for a blog post. At least I managed to get it in before midnight).
It’s 11:25pm as I type this. I should have posted earlier but I’ve been feeling pretty spaced out since the afternoon. Someone on my street had people doing their house up – think they were having new windows or something – and they were using an adhesive or something similar that had an extremely strong smell. So strong that it was lingering in the street hours later. To cut a long story short, the smell of things used in DIY gives me migraines.That’s why you won’t get me painting any walls unless you provide me with a very good gas mask. Just walking past the house on my way home for lunch and back to work was enough to make me feel ill. But enough about that.
I don’t know what to write about. Again. I feel as though this is going to be the basis of a lot of my blogs as I go along. It’s a bit frustrating, but I don’t get as annoyed about it as I used to. It isn’t worth putting pressure on yourself to write something if you can’t think of anything. Yes I am doing this now, but I could just as easily not done it. I suppose I don’t have to blog every single day in November, just as long as I end up with thirty posts. I know that there will likely be a point where I miss a day for whatever reason, so I’ll make up for it with a double post or something. For now, this will have to do. Maybe I’ll have something better for you tomorrow.
It must be about three years since I last did a post every day for a month. Back then, I did it after deciding that NaNoWriMo wasn’t for me, after a pretty poor attempt at it the year before I began the first daily blog challenge I did. Blogging every day? That should be much easier, or so I thought. I did start off OK, but a good chunk of it towards the end of the month consisted of basically any old rubbish and apologies for my posts not being as good. Oh well, I still managed it in the end.
I haven’t really planned anything for this, by the way. I know some will already know what they’ll talk about if their blog has a theme, but mine doesn’t have one as such (I have tried) so the posts you’ll see over the next month will be a mixture of anything and everything that’s in my head at the time. Keeps things interesting I suppose – or not.
Anyway, that’s my first brainfart of the month posted. If you happen to be doing the NaBloPoMo thing too, good luck with it.
I’ve been trying the bullet journal thing for a while now. I’m not very good at it. I’m not the artiest of people and my “bullet points” are more whole paragraphs. You look at all those posts on Instagram and Pinterest where people show off their well laid out pages and how pretty they’ve made them. My pages are nothing like that at all. But what they lack in style they make up for in that they pretty much include everything that I want to include in them. It includes reminders of things I need to do, places I need to be and stuff. It also includes a hell of a load of thoughts of mine. I find myself scribbling into it when I’m down, or when I suddenly have a brainwave. Sometimes I can get about three full pages worth of writing. It’s not always brilliant; in fact quite a bit of it can be random nonsense, but it feels good to get something down on paper.
Sure if people want to share their bullet journal pages then cool if it helps people who want to create their own. I however, choose to keep the contents of mine to myself. At least until I find something in it that is blog worthy.
Learn to drive.
Pass my test as soon as I can.
Hire or buy a camper van.
Pack my job in.
Go off on a trip around the country.
Document the whole experience.
One of these days, I will do this. Or at least half of it. Really.
This afternoon, in an attempt to be productive while on annual leave I looked at jobs and courses on the internet. I searched all across the areas that I was interested in, both the part time and full time, the permanent and the temporary, all in the hope that there would be something interesting that would stand out to me (and in the case of any courses, relatively cheap).
The more I looked the more I realised that any job that I was even remotely interested in was either (a) too far away or (b) wanted experience which I did not have. When I looked even more, I realised that there was nothing which I could potentially have the skills for that stood out to me at all. It was then that I wondered whether I really have any idea of what I want at all. I mean, I want to get out of my current job I know that, but what do I want to go to? And even once I know what I want, do I feel like I have a chance of getting it? The last couple of times I applied for something I thought I could get, I didn’t. The last job I applied for I didn’t get an interview. In fact I didn’t get anything bar an email from the employer acknowledging that they had received my application form. Have I stayed in my current position too long to be able to escape it? Or should I just forget about all this because I’m on holiday and I should be blocking all thoughts of work out of my head?
I guess my mind is not in the right mode for this sort of thing right now.