A Space for Sarah

This is my space. Nobody else shall have it.

Sometimes the world is so lonely, and Lucy the robot knows that
what do 7 old friend graduates get up to in the village pub, now we’ve all gained high class degree classifications?
WE draw a graph to show the typical experience of man drunk sex and woman drunk sex and the cross section where the drunk sex actually works

Stampeded dreams and lies of promised prospects

Now i realise that having studied English and Creative Writing might not sound like the most prestigious degree title, nor does a Bacheror of Arts sound as impressive as a Bachelor of Science. However, i have slogged my guts out for the past three years, completeling assignments early (and never the night before), despite my friends habits of doing so, and allwhilst running the welfare section of the LGBT, volunteering in schools and handling my own neuroitic issues.So, overall i think I’ve done quite well.

But I can hardly write; I’ve batteled a personality disorder, that renders most sufferes unable to function, every day and still got an upper second class honors on my CV now can I.

Instead I cram it full of volunteering and key words and “passion” and yet nothing. Anyone would think I’ve spent the last three years setting fires to nurserys and schools, whilst then making the elderly inhale the smoke as they rescuse the children for all the response and interest in my job applications.

When encouraged to go to University no one said, waste three years and then still find it impossible to get a job, including that of a waitress that you were doing when you were 15 !

So, on the note of being bored, unemployed and my friends all having jobs and therefore not being able to provide me with entertainment, I have taken to chewing my own hair so that it slowly clogs up my throat (well not really but you get the idea).

Talk?

It’s not that I’m becoming ruminative or that I wish to begin a harangue. However, there is a lot to be said for the catharsis of expressing one’s feelings in a safe and traditional manner.

The question on my lips is when did the art of conversation become so incredibly mind renching. Once the pleasentries of a conversation are completed, and have uncovered no path for which the conversation can follow, it has been presented to me that people struggel to develop topics of communal interest.

The talk of wimbeldon, between a group of people that are all decidly indifferent to Tennis, and indeed sport of any kind, was mistake enough. As is repeating statements to every new party that joins the conversation.

Now, I’m not saying that I could come up with anything more mouth watering than prospective plans for the week or dicussions of dinner but this does leave me with the question; where did the conversation go.

Presently I am unable to over an answer to my own musings, I have however embarked on the journey of discovery to uncover a satisfactory conclusion.

tumblrbot said: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

Drawing robot people, after having a bath with malteasers hotchocolate

Because even robots have feelings too.

It’s official i graduate with a 2:1. :) very happy with this.
This must mean that the poetry and the writing was of some worth
So this is the confirmation that my Poetry got in the Uni anthology this year,
It’s like a graduation present, and it’s not just one, but all three of the poems that i submitted.
Can you say Ace.

So this is the confirmation that my Poetry got in the Uni anthology this year,

It’s like a graduation present, and it’s not just one, but all three of the poems that i submitted.

Can you say Ace.