The beginning

I kind of forgot how intimidating it can be to write a blog, in a weird, unimportant and irrelevant way. To think that really you're pouring your heart out and you're setting yourself up for potential hard face evidence that no one cares enough to read about your life.

Yet here I am, ready to provide for my ever loving audience (anyone, no?)

Anyway, seeing as there is an all about me part elsewhere, I may as well skip the manners and just get straight down to what I do best, ramble.

Today's can be about what I am most definitely avoiding, and that is cleaning my room.
I don't know why my room and car is so disgustingly hideous, I honestly don't. At work, now, considering I work with children I find this is actually pretty incredible, I am so clean. It's a "clean as you go along or you don't play at all" job, and I enjoy doing the washing up, I enjoy cleaning paint brushes, even tidying the toys which the children miss.
But as I look around the pig sty excuse of a room I have, I have a wet towel on the floor from 2 days ago, bottles from so long ago that it is literally a case of who the hell knows, a mixture of dirty and clean clothes, an overflowing bin, about four bags scattered around my room from various uses, four pairs of boots, make up and lipstick everywhere (why oh why did I decide to wipe excess lipstick on that top, thats stained forever, what a waste of my valuable £2.99 top from the flawless Primark!)

Stupidly enough though, I enjoy my friends rooms when its tidy. I like when everything has a place of its own, but when it comes to myself I just can't find myself to care enough to really do anything. Then my Dad comes along, tries to gently push my motivation in the right direction, to which I reply a grunt (what? I'm still young enough to do that - get off my back!) I go upstairs with the intention to do it... and in this case, well I started a blog.
Hey don't judge me too much I did move that pile of Christmas presents from one corner to the other, that's enough for me to deserve a Rocky soundtrack for my ever day life I think.

Anyway. I think you've probably judged me and my disgusting ways enough for one day, I really should go tidy my room.. although those presents really left me pooped, so maybe after a nap...