bienvenido

This is not a diary.

That would eliminate any attempt at light-heartedness - something that this absolutely should be. I'm not necessarily implying that any diary of mine would be especially dark, but I'm not stupid, posting a diary-style extract from my head would cause a minor catastrophe. Excuse another contradiction, but I'm really not all that complicated. I'll repeatedly protest that at least, but I'm convinced that some people will go out of their way to make the most straight-forward (and generally mundane) 'problem' into something likening to nuclear war. This, I swear, shall be nothing like that.

In addition to my apparent hypocrisies (well at least I'm able to admit my own faults), there are many uninteresting things that you could know about me. A few general facts, or nuggets of information, if you will.

• My first name is Alannah, of Alannah Myles fame. My middle name is Lawrie, reportedly invented by my grandmother, although suspiciously in circulation prior to 1992.


• I have brown hair and brown eyes, which makes me fairly average.


• I'm 5'8.5" - the extra half-an-inch makes little difference since I almost never stand up straight enough to make the most of it.


• I'm scared about the future. The only thing I'm certain of is my desire to travel. Everything else is played out on a day-to-day basis, with a loose connection to a variety of horoscopes (it depends which one is best- i.e relationship-based on that day)


• I study English Language, Modern History and Spanish (I've just dropped Media Studies, previously known as the most boring thing in my life, while also a source of mild humiliation among people I consider to be friends. A long story, but it's good to say good bye to that subject)


• I live (sleep) in Worthing. To be truly honest, I think everyone is sleeping here. After all, there is nothing else to do. However, as my closest friend recently expressed, by growing up here, we're able to appreciate how much better it will be when we leave. She speaks wise words.


• I live (learn/sit around/commute) in Brighton. The chosen seaside resort of many victims of England's South-East who are looking for a step-up from Southend-on-Sea, with pier amusements loosely comparable to the casino of Monte Carlo, yet all on a working-class budget. We do have some nice hotels though...


• I'm usually on a train/waiting at the train station/desperately sprinting to catch a train. And I almost always make it.


• I have an approximately 8 inch metal rod in my lower spine. I had visions of the metal detectors going into hysterical over-drive at airports. But no such luck, it's titanium. On a brighter note, I technically shouldn't be capable of touching my toes. I can... and I'm pretty smug about cheating the laws of science.


• Finally, I have a life governed by routines. Routines which I despise. And as far as I can predict, it's these life-limiting obligations that will become a significant feature in this, as the desire to leave them all becomes an increasingly prevalent and frequent thought.

Join me on my quest to leave my hometown, and my monotonous, average life behind.

And I'm not looking for the big lights. Because I prefer moonlight, candlelight and tail lights.

hasta luego