Just something thats been in my head.

I cant remember if this is the same font as I used last time, so if its not, I kind of dont care.

This is sort of inspired by my friend Matt Wood, who said something today that Ive thought about a bit since he said it. I bet youre wondering what he said. It went like this 'Do you sometimes just take a step back from your life and think about how good your friend Matt is?' But thats not the main point of this, well not about him being good, which dont get me wrong he is. But Ive decided I need to take more time out to think about the good things in life. I think sometimes I get too wrapped up in the here and now, and the clutter that is my life, to think about and really learn to appreciate how lucky I am.

Thats sort of it really.

Also, on my way to the computer, there was this MASSIVE spider. It was really big, and I was really scared. Thats also something I was thinking about. My fear. Sorry to go off on a tangent just as I was about to leave, but this is hot off the press that is my mind. I dont want to have to just accept my fear of spiders for the rest of my life. What if I live alone and theres a big spider in a room, I cant just not go in there forever. Which is what I think would be the first thing that comes to mind, to shut the door and never go back in. Although Id be too afraid to ever go in without knowing where it was. Its like they control me. I mean, I know their there, like under the floorboards and skirting boards and stuff, and Im okay with that to a certain extent. Its just when they come taking the mick out of me cause they know Im soft. I go all weird, and scared, and most of the time I cry. But I dont want this to just be a fact of life, but I dont know how to get rid of it.

Anyway, Im actually going now. Sorry if I bored you.

So, here goes nothing.

I feel a little nervous for this, like the first time you do anything new I suppose. I hope, for your sakes, whoever you are out there that you dont get the wrong impression of me. I dont find putting pen to paper, or in this case a more advanced pen and paper, easy. Its really hard. I love other peoples words, just never my own, which is something I guess I have to deal with. Im not one to make many of my feelings and little thoughts very widely known. I dont know a great deal of big words, neither am I great at finding the right words to put across what Im trying to say, but never-the-less(?), here I am.

Youll be graced with my 'prose' when I feel like being wordy, which isnt often, but is becoming are more regular occurrence these days. When I get a little inspiration. I think I dont like expressing myself with words because I like things to be certain. I like answers, something definite. I guess thats why I love maths, besides the reason Cady Heron gives in mean girls (It being the same in every country), it always has definite answers. No "maybe"s, or "Ill get back to you"s. Youre either right or wrong, its yes or no. 2 plus 2 always makes 4, no matter how bad your maths is you cant deny it. Thats just the way the cogs turn up there, I cant help it, but I kind of like it that way, even though its 'wierd' and 'nerdy' I dont mind, well I actually enjoy it.

If youve read this far down the page, congratulations. Youve learned something about me, whether you already knew it and have just read it in other words, or if you had no idea about my inner workings, there you go. I think this will be all for our first encounter, but Ill be back again some time soon, I suppose.

P.s Im glad this thing has a spell checker, I suck at spellings.