I don't know what to expect from this blog, or what you can expect from me. Ultimately, I suppose I just need a place to record my thoughts, my ideas, my feelings - everything that should go in a diary will be here. Except this diary will forever be on the internet and there's no crappy plastic lock sealing away my mundane thoughts from prying family members. Warning, though: it might be a super shitty diary all about crummy I feel or how I have the runs from those Flamin' Hot Cheetos last night or how the guy next to me in class keeps falling asleep despite my constant efforts to jab him in the neck. Fingers crossed, though, that it will have far more meaning to both you and myself. Actually, I'll probably write reviews about beauty products, the places I go, strange foods, post outfits, and make offhanded, snarky remarks about my life. Probably.
I would like this blog to turn into something lovely, really, where you as a reader can feel inspired, uplifted, amused, intrigued, forlorn, befuddled, and the like. Notice those fancy words? Yeah, look at that, it's already an intelligent, thought-provoking blog. Through it, perhaps you can glimpse a world that might be across the ocean from you, or hear a song in a language you've never heard of. Maybe the posts will have familiar elements, but they are comforting. I don't know, remember? And to be fair, can I really do that? I should probably have a place to begin, first.
For years I have read other peoples' blogs, always feeling the urge to start my own. I just didn't, until now. So I'm sowing the seeds of a potentially dead, ugly garden and praying that it grows into something beautiful, or at the very least, amusing.
To begin, call me CL. I'm an 18 year old girl residing in a tiny town, though through my university I will be posting travel posts in the future (bwahahaha, hello, Thailand, Switzerland, and China!), so you won't necessarily have to see the same mindless photos of Walmart every post. Unless, of course, that's what gets you going. Anything for you, darling reader.
At the moment, I'm visiting my boyfriend in England, so the next few posts will be about that - the gorgeous Devon countryside, the splendid customer service (cough), the food, oh, the food... Ever heard of steak and kidney pie? You don't want to. Your life was so much better before I mentioned it, because now you're probably going to Google it. Go on, look it up.
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See? You're likely on the floor, retching and sobbing in a trembling heap. Not that there is anything wrong with intestines, nor eating them. To be honest, nomming away on innards can invariably be an amazing thing, given that they're cooked well and you like the taste. My issue with the aforementioned concoction is that, in England, they sell it frozen, so it can be MICROWAVED.
WHY? Why would you nuke something meant to be hot and flaky, knowing full well you're going to get a disgusting mess? "Mmm, delicious, rubbery kidneys in a gooey, lukewarm gravy," said no one ever. Then there's the infamous stargazy pie, which- actually, never mind that. That's enough England for you today.
See you next post?
POSSIBLY COMING UP:
†} Moving into my own place - gyaru theme orrrr?!
†} A boozy take on alcohol in England
†} High street style - oh, wait...
†} Yesstyle haul
†} Circle Lens for light eyes