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i love Daisy Bruce

after having an overall crummy excuse for a "day" i came home, wrote two blogs (one of which was blooming fantastic) did four hours of wallowing in boredom and procrastination, and then decided to research (stalk) Daisy, only to find that she lives nearly four hours away. four?! this makes me sad. because if in a years time we were amazing friends then we could maybe meet up. due to the fact that Andover is so far away from Beckingham this seems so much more unlikely. yet, i read her blog tonight, to find that she took a quotation from my writing. and that made me happier than anything i can remember.
okay, the truth is, i want to write a long, meaty piece of writing. filled to the brim with interesting topics and such. i'm absolutely dying to write. i want to use eccentrically juicy words in sentences that make authors and english professors drool. however, i have the attention span of a gnat. i get distracted by pretty much anything within a metres range. this includes:

• five day old pic 'n' pix (i have just discovered i don't like jelly beans)
  
• youtube
• television
  
• itunes/iphone
• makeup

the make-up is probably the most disastrous; use your imagination.

today i have found Maureen Johnson.

i say 'i have found' because it is like i have found God. if i could be anyone, it's tied between her and Naomi Davis. she writes for a living. she is chums with John Green. she is a youtuber. really, i could have stopped at 'she writes for a living', because that seems like amazing fun. and if i had it my way, i would just write forever. yet sadly, i am not deluded enough to believe that writing will infact keep me financially secure for life. some people it works out for, and i promise you i absolutely writhe with jealousy, however, without these people, i wouldn't want to write, and that's no good.

just a note as to how distracted i am: it took me three hours to write this rather poor blog