The Creased Pages

The following blog post was written at two separate times and gives in-the-moment, spontaneous accounts of current events and thoughts, with very little fine-tuning to either. This blog post includes a minor rant which uses near-extreme sarcasm, and may not be suitable for young readers. Saturday, 11 May 2013. 13:10. There will be at least one point in everyone's life when they wish that something was bigger than it was: a bigger house, bigger ambitions, bigger body parts...(Mhmmm, cheeky!) This is one of those moments for me. I WISH I HAD A BIGGER BRAIN.

At this moment in time, I'm in my bedroom. I'm wearing my big hoodie over my pyjamas and I'm huddled up under my covers. My music is on loud to drown out the terrible voices of people on the karaoke system at the pub up the road. (They're ruining Elvis songs.) But I can still hear the wind howling, even over Dawson's Geek by Busted blasting out my laptop speakers. The scaffolding is still up around my house, so I'm sure the clonking noise I can hear is being made by the wind lifting the planks of wood out of place, and then letting them fall back down against the poles. But still, it's scary. Not quite as scary as it is when it's late at night. But still scary. Also, the rain is pelting against the poles, making hollow, metal sounds. However, this means that there isn't as much rain finding its way to my window as there would be normally, so the photographically artistic snaps of waterfalls of raindrops on the glass will have to wait.