I hate the word “blog”

Yeah. You heard me. I hate the word blog.

Are the blog police going to come and get me now? Am I going to be exiled from the world of blogging? NO PLEASE, I DIDN’T MEAN IT… NO…

No but really it’s just one of those things I can’t explain it. As a lover of the English language there are obviously words that stick out to me and then words that, I just frankly dislike. In the case of the humble word “blog” I may even go as far as to say I HATE the word. Yes. I hope blogs don’t take it personally though because you know surely my partaking in the activity of blogging denotes on the whole how I am willing to persevere through this accepted hatred in order to fulfill my love of writing through the medium of the blog? However, I am coming across a conundrum of sorts in that, when I blog, it is almost impossible avoid to saying that word. I mean it practically makes my skin crawl. There’s a bitter irony of sorts in this post that in the amount of time I have spent assessing my hatred of the word blog, I have ended up using it much more than I would have needed to in a somewhat more NORMAL post. Yep, the word colours this post beautifully. Oh well, such is the impossibility of life.

Please don’t tell the blog police on me. Thanks.




I love love love using instagram. This is a photo I took last week when northern Ireland was experiencing actual NICE wait for it… SUNNY weather. Yes, it isn’t often that we hear the S word and there was no better feeling sitting in the park on the first official day of being liberated from the educational system temporarily and freed from A-levels forever knowing that I can now do whatever I want. It was both a daunting yet exciting feeling knowing that in actual fact I have nothing important to do in my life right now. No one is going to push me to do anything with my life any more no one can instil meaning into it for me. It’s literally up to me and only me to create meaning in my life and DECIDE what I want to do. I could literally sit around and do nothing for the rest of my life. It’s up to me. This exciting prospect and new era of my life I feel is perfectly summed up in this photo I took contemplating this issue. For me this photo represents excitement, inspiration and freedom. And although the sun is gone now, it really did more than brighten up my days last week. There was something healing about it and it felt like the whole country was united in the realisation that summer and freedom is finally here. So here’s to an exciting and fulfilled summer.

First Blog

This website looks slightly more accessible than that thing called Tumblr. Maybe I’m not supposed to utter the T word on a fellow blogging website. I should probably be more careful in future. However, I really am finding this whole “blogging” thing extremely difficult, I feel like a complete technophobe as I am more used to a good old pen and paper for writing. However, Grandma has gotta move on with the times and this is why I’ve been brought here after hours of head scratching at Tumblr which I will never be paying visit to again. Starting up this blog has been a pretty hard thing for me to do and I’m still not sure about it, mostly because I just feel intimidated as to where to begin I guess but I know through experience that anything worth doing is not going to be easy. So yeah. I recognise that this PROBABLY will not be read. And that’s cool. I like having all my thoughts collected here for what will probably only be me seeing. I feel like i’m fifteen again writing in a diary.