The restless pace of a traveler's heart meets a supernatural force. Or simply... The life and beginnings of a small town teacher.
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Sunday, 17 April 2011
If you couldn't tell... :)
Ok this picture should really be stapled onto my forehead. I created my blog account many months ago, I have poorly neglected it. Instead of uploading my thoughts on to this, I simply forgot.
Yeah, I'm very forgetful. Unless its to do with something like NCIS or CSI.
I wonder if theres a day or month where I remember to say something out loud. Make that type. Technicalities.
Here I am rambling about nothing, when in essence I have a lot to say. I forget about my friends sometimes. Yeah I know thats bad but nine times out of ten, I'm dreaming of my own world.
I forget about uni work, but come thats pretty standard for students of today. But when you forget something important like how you feel about someone then you're in trouble. Oh well. I think it's time I brought out the sticky notes and annoy my parents with them. And maybe one day I wont forget to tell that someone how I feel before it's too late.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Alexander Pope.