Step 2..

Write in the blog?

I try, I do.

SCRATCH THAT

I don't.

I think about trying. Oh, a lot of contemplation happens in my head. I think about maybe starting to revise for the exam that I have within the same twenty-four hours. I think about maybe writing another letter to my brother and I think about walking to the shop, buying a stamp and posting the letters I've been writing for weeks. I think about redecorating my bedroom. I think about doing something different with my hair. I think about sending out my CV's to all of the places I'd like to work over the summer. I think about many things. Things I should probably be doing right now. Things I want to do. Do now. Do later. Do sometime in the near future. Do sometime in the not so near future. Yes, I'm a thinker. Not a do-er. How I wish I could find the energy to do more than think and one day do the things I'd like to do but for now, I think I'll post this blog and take satisfaction from the fact that for once I did something I thought about doing... Even if it only consisted of lounging on my sofa, pressing buttons on my keyboard to produce a spool of meaningless drivel. Good times.

Step one for a Northern Girl.

I believe it was a band called Slow Club who slipped this line into one of their songs,
"But I'm just a northern girl from where nothing really happens"
And I believe it was my year 9 history teacher, Mrs Lidster, who told me that, even though I may get the grades I want and may be qualified, if a man with a posh accent and I were to apply for the same job, he would have the advantage even if he were less qualified. Because that's what people like, posh men, not blonde northern girls. Because that's what happened to her niece.
I am 16. I live in northeast England. I have blonde hair.
I would like to feel that my appearance, age, size and accent have no influence on how I'm perceived.
Step one: Start a blog.