About ze Blogger

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Well, you sure look strange. I haven’t seen you before, have I? Have I? I couldn’t tell, I’ve got a memory like a goldfish. From here, I’ll probably go on to forget your name like five times, until four weeks into our relationship, at which point I’ll only stumble over it occasionally. Unless you really stick into mind.

Wear something red. I like red. I also like sushi, dutch licorice, orange candy, punctuation, bacon, metal music (mostly melodic & symphonic), toe socks, certain videogames, many, many books and authors, quirky things, creating things and imagining things and lightning and speaking languages, baking pancake, cuddling with my significant other, men with long hair, and other unrelated and yet oh-so-awesome things. Oh, I also like knowing things, so if I shove some knowledge of mine smugly into your face, don’t take it personally — I’m just like that. I probably (PROBABLY) don’t think that I’m any better than you, I just really like telling people things that I know. Multiple times. Because it feels just as good the second time around.

To be quite honest, I can be really (at least relatively) serious every once in a while as well, as long as I’m not high on sugar, tired, delirious with headaches or drunk. I don’t really have much of a real life right now — apart from having one significant other and a bunch of budding friendships. That was probably brutally dismissive, mostly for the case of a dramatic story — 2010 has just been so dramatically busy academically that I haven’t really been concentrating on anything else, and as a result, everything else is really pissed off at the neglect I’ve shown, and is only very reluctantly coming back to me.

Did I mention that I’m a huge fan of shady analogies as well?

So, while I slowly get back into the routine of doing things like a normal person (like beginning to read and write again — my muse just seems to be on some extended bitchy sulk somewhere), you’ll probably have to deal with a bit of angst and despair (but just a bit, promise!), but once I figure out what’s important in my life, the things that are important in my life will become the things that are important in my blog, and that will probably lend to at least some structure and niche and that sort of a thing.

For now, I’m just another late-teenaged gurl who has a lot of stuff floating around in her head, great inquisitiveness when it comes to small things like “how do you reckon ant colonies feel about our murderous tendencies towards them” and “why is red onion purple,” an adequate writing skill and a burning desire to share the things she thinks about. Bear with me, and I promise to… Provide hypothetical tea cakes. And to also provide LOTS of reading for when you ingest said tea cakes, because there’s at least one thing I’m really good at, and that’s writing leeeeeeengthy posts. And elongating vowel sounds.

Welcome, make yourself cosy and enjoy your stay — for your sake, for I have now trapped your sooooul and will only release it on the condition that someone get me a tortoise. I really want one of those. So cute.

Peace and love,

Silbena

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