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Many waves to you, reader.

This is being published to the world, anyone - anyone - can read it, providing they have internet access and what have you.

You get the idea of having a blog in your mind, and it seems great... fantastic... brilliant! You sit down in front of the moniter, hands poised, and your mind goes blank; this happens a lot, especially in exams. It seems a whole year or so of work just floats out of your mind like a floaty thing. It's not like it actually goes anywhere, just something in your silly old brain stops you from remember things. Just like the fact right now that my brain is stopping me from remembering what I wanted to type out.

I don't even know really how to phrase anything. I mean, I could phrase things in a chatty, overly friendly way and say "HEY! Well, here's a bit about me!" but it seems... wrong, somehow. But I should probably do just that, really. I suppose. If you want...

I'm a teenager living in England, I go to University next year (fingers crossed), I'm currently studying German, English Literature, Biology and Philosophy - I find Bio incredibly hard; I'm a Nerdfighter, I make videos on youtube, I'm smiley, I like people and I really like talking.

I really, really like talking.

I suppose one of the reasons that I love reading quotes from various people is that I feel like I'm listening rather than splurging out crap to the world (for once). It's my chance to hear other people, whenever I want.

The title of my blog is "To thine own self be true", this is a quote from William Shakespeare. As generic as it may be, I've used a quote to title my blog so I don't feel like I'm throwing stuff at anyone who happens to stumble across this at any point.

This post is really lacking in rhyme or reason, and I may by writing rather frequently but I'll try not to, just to spare your ears, well eyes.

I think that should be all for now, before I scare anybody off.

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.”  - William Shakespeare, 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'.


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