Intergalactical Frisbee: Babel on Life: Scary doll head and not-so-scary book collection.

I'm not weird, I'm just very awkward

When you're a kid, they tell you it's all 'Grow up. Get a job. Get married. Get a house. Have a kid, and that's it.' But the truth is, the world is so much stranger than that. It's so much darker. And so much madder. And so much better.

Midget small, ultra blonde hair, blue eyed and fidgety.
I'm not weird, I'm just very awkward. The worst part of being as awkward as i am is that i know I'm doing it. I know I'm being irrationally awkward but i can't stop, it's something i swear that's been hardwired in me since birth!

If anything i'm a reader.
Weddings, school trips, family outings, family meals, birthday's and what have you, my mum would have to search and question me before such events. Because if she didn't, then the book would be hidden inside some pocket or other and as soon as whatever it was got under way i'd be found in a corner reading. That's just who i was. I'm not weird, i'm just very very awkward, i have suffered my whole life from being misunderstood, but I would have suffered a hell of a lot more if i had been understood....

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Now back to the present, i'm 16 years old and slightly grazing the tiny height of 4ft 10 (yes, midget) i'm attending collage... And well lets just say it's rare now for me not to have at least a small book with me wherever i may go.
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I will eventually grow up and live a life people approve of....(maybe) =P

Stephanie x

Sunday 20 June 2010

Babel on Life: Scary doll head and not-so-scary book collection.

Scary doll head and not-so-scary book collection in my library.

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Today has been strange. I've had an odd feeling all day, like I've already lived out this day and was just repeating it.

Life is weird like that for me.

I seem to, when in a sleepy weekend daze, retrace my steps around certain people and places. Almost like I'm lost and have been swung out of orbit of my own timeline.

We all have days when we feel an urge to look over our shoulders and an itch to relive and re-see a day that we haven't thought about in years.

Well that's how my Sunday went.
For only a couple of days in a year i get into feeling this vacant.

Strange though it seems I'm quite content in revisiting some memories and some lost words and worlds that i thought lay forgotten.
It's in times like today we can remember where we all started from and what light guided us.

Stephanie x

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