OH, IT'S BEEN TOO LONG...

Truly, it has. I've missed blogging more than can be healthy, but I'M BACK, BABY, and hopefully here to stay, depending on how certain computers decide to behave. I had to make a whole new account, which is kind of (VERY) annoying, but I can deal with that. All it means is that I have to find Sarah and Rob and LBR and everyone again.

It seems like a rather stupid day to begin a blog, seeing as I'm going to Leeds festival for four days tomorrow, so there will be a gap between posts, but I felt the need to at least get it up, so that I know it's there and I won't keep putting it off. Hopefully, I can keep a nice thread of blogging up- I'm trying to get as much writing in as possible, because I'm so afraid I'll never be good enough.

I finished re-reading the Book Thief today, by Markus Zusak. I cried. A lot. It's one of the most beautifully written books I've ever read, and if you knew me then you would know that getting me to cry at a book is one mean feat. I don't normally cry at books. As my sister likes to tell me, I'm cold and unfeeling. Indurate. I learnt that word yesterday. I like it. Indurate.
Anyway, the Book Thief. I loved it. And I would recommend it to you. It's so good it hurts. It's got everything- history, humour, love, sadness. So much bloody sadness. But the good kind. The kind that makes you want to start reading it again as soon as you finish. I wish I could write like that.

One day, maybe...HOPEFULLY. I want to make some kid cry somewhere. I don't need for my books to be bestsellers, I just want to make kids cry.

How good of me =D

I think I should round this off now. I think my tea is nearly ready- at least, it smells good. I figure food is ready when it starts to smell good. Perhaps that's why I'm such an awful cook. Who knows.

Leeds festival tomorrow. Brand New, Smashing Pumpkins, the Bronx. Megs, Cat, Laura, Minty. God, that could get awkard. I'm hoping everything will go ok, and I won't have forgotten something important, like my left hand. That's even more important for me than most people, seeing as I'm left handed. Sign of the devil apparently, so my manager tells me.

Yep, dinner is ready. And about time. I think I can feel my stomach start to eat itself. Never a good sign.

Until I type again.

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"I am haunted by humans." From The Book Thief by Markus Zusak