Bananas. Stories. Randomosity.
I'm fully aware that the posts on this blog haven't exactly been consistent - I haven't set myself a schedule to know when it's time to write a new post; and the choice of subject matter has been more random than a cheerleading banana, pole dancing to a Jedward song in the middle of a rugby field full of ice cream. Personally, I don't think there's anything wrong with randomness in some contexts. Okay, a banana in a cheerleader's outfit might be going a little over the top, but in terms of a blog being written by a girl in her late teens, who has had so little inspiration for a long time and who is only just regaining some kind of order to her life, random is good. Thanks to the months mainly spent either job hunting in the local towns or at home, job hunting online, my mind went into a kind of zombified, autopilot state, where I was doing the same thing every single day for so long that I lost my spark. But, I wou...