Too Many Thoughts...

Beginners Blog... Blogdate 01061.1


Define "Thought"... Pretty difficult really isn't it? (This is where you come up with a pretty reasonable definition on the spot and make me a dumbass!) 


Ask Google and you get many a definition, but the one that I feel most suits it is, "The action or process of thinking." However, not trying to be pedantic or anything, but surely the action or process of thinking is thinking, right? Surely, thought is just the past tense of thinking...


Well anyway, why is it you can go through the day thinking things through and brush those thoughts away as quickly as they came, but, when it comes to going to sleep, you lie there thinking through every tiny, morsel, detail of information in your head? After a busy day like the one I have had today, you'd think I'd have been asleep before midnight... but no, it's 3.24am, I've been lying in an unlit room, eyes closed, for the past 2 hours and am still feeling non the more tired than I was at 3pm yesterday!!!

My conclusion... I am thinking too much.

Starting a new job, improving my health and lifestyle, university, money and generally what I am going to do tomorrow all rush to my head the moment I want to get to sleep. I guess there is just nothing we can do about it. Although, I did read up that telling yourself to stay awake, (mentally, not physically), whilst having your eyes closed, is one way that actually helps you fall asleep... and yes, I have tried and tested it and can safely say it does not work for me. (And surely you'd figured that out too without me needing to tell you that, seeing as I am sat writing this in the early hours of the morning.) 


All I can say is, damn my thoughts! My 6am run is going to be absolutely grim... Although come to think of it (here we go again with the thoughts!) ...Taking the dog could be fun. Tubby me getting dragged around the streets by a slightly tubby, spotty, black and white, dalmatian cross collie, will sure be an amusement for any passer-by.


Well after all that spell-checking and previewing, I have 2hr11mins till my run... let's try get some sleep!


Over and Out.

Home is Where the Heart is...

Beginners Blog... Blogdate 02051.1


Common conception is that home, really is where the heart is... I can, at last admit to myself, that from my point of view I was wrong in ever doubting that phrase to be untrue. 


Speaking from experience I can conclude that my heart really does lie in the scruffy, unfussed, animal, family and exercise orientated kid that emits from within me whilst at home. My alter ego of a tidy, money conscious, ocd-like student only appears during term time when stress levels seem to rocket and my relaxed, easy-going, laid back nature slowly disappears whilst I am sat, over-thinking things through on my bed in my little, white, breeze block of a mini-mansion that is, J115 Cefn Y Coed.


From a youngster I have always had dreams of travelling, working and living abroad, and I s'pose to some degree you could say that travelling and staying for my study just over the border in Wales pretty much fulfils those dreams. However, in my mind I had and still do have dreams to head further afield. Somewhere that actually requires a passport to visit. But, a slight snag soon arose around January time when I found myself pretty much constantly homesick; to the point at which I felt depressed and felt like I was spiralling down and down and down. And I know my dream destination is to go down under, but not mentally!!! 


After being home now for 3 weeks, I have happily settled back in to the swing of things and my old self has returned. I no longer feel as down as I did and I am finally starting to feel better, mentally and physically. However, in a few hours time I shall be leaving to return to my mini-mansion over the border, and have slight concerns I will head back the same way. Hopefully, focusing on exams, hitting the gym, participating in sport and being back with the good ol' uni buddies will keep me on the straight and narrow. 


Well, here's to hoping at least. If you hear of a psycho girl on the loose in North Wales, armed with textbooks and clad in gym clothing then at least you know who that individual is.


So, the time has come again where the early hours are slowly ticking away, and my window of sleep narrows. Another early start, and then a trip to the supermarket so the Mother can load me up with months worth of food, enough to fill my kitchen cupboards till bursting point, (and the freezer, much to the annoyance of my flatmates... But hey, any uni student knows that a flatmate returning from home equals a choc-a-block freezer!!!)


Well, Goodnight.


Over and Out.

Beginners Blog

Beginners Blog... Blogdate 30041.1.


Well, please don't go thinking that from the above trekkie/blog mockery, I am a Trekkie or anything. Being sat in front of it as a child soon taught me that when my Father took over the tv, nothing good (in my eyes) was going to appear on-screen. However, it did indicate that in most of the advert breaks a brew, and possibly even toast, were on the cards. (The combination of the two being a favourite of both mine and my Father's). If only I could say we had the same degree of enthusiasm when it came to horses...


Anyway, I would say I am going slightly off topic, but to be quite honest I had no set topic in my mind to begin with and doubt there will be one when I sign off. I am just going wherever my sleepy 1.45am mind is taking me. On that note, what I hope to be a glorious family trip to Cardingmill Valley tomorrow requires an early start, meaning I need sleep. Or else that early morning zombie look shall be what I rock over the hills and down in the valley.


I promise I shall try and improve my "blogging skills" and hope to share my Longmynd and Cardingmill Valley experience with y'all tomorrow. Goodnight!


There are now no signs of life.


Over and Out.