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Hello. I just tweeted 3 times about Boy Meets World; I am dangerously close to a tirade so it’s time to use this blog for what it’s for.

(Do I need to say what Boy Meets World was? you remember it right? skip this bit if you do: Cheesy American kids sit com that had a focus on life lessons like 'sometimes grandma doesn't keep promises' or 'When your friend lives in a trailer park, you have to stop him becoming a thug' , in season one particularly these were heavily hammered in by Mr Feeny, the teacher/  neighbour, who follows the main character all the way through his school life. He literally swaps jobs as Cory goes from middle to high school, and then again to college. Anyway, look it up if you are still confused.)

I just watched all of season 2 in the space of 2 days, and a bit of season 3. I like how there are at least 3 episodes in which Cory gets his first ever girlfriend. I think maybe alternate timelines are involved? TK is obviously the prime line, she is just the greatest. The best episode of season 2.

I know, I know, I'm over thinking it. Give me a break, that timeline thing was just a joke. I’m not the only person who’s into this show, it’s a scary world on tumblr out there and a good part of it lives on boy meets world confessions. The best/ worst one is this one, hopefully the person who submitted it was joking when they picked this picture to represent Shawn's good looks. http://boymeetsworldconfessions.tumblr.com/post/40787358638

Oh, and this one is definitely a lie. http://boymeetsworldconfessions.tumblr.com/post/40708050616 

Anyway, thats my self imposed word limit pretty much used up, let me know if you like this kind of blog, would rather i went back to just tweeting or you just want to call me horrible names. 

P.S. I know its rude to update a blog after posting it, but I completely forgot to mention, what the hell happens to Morgan? About halfway through season 2, she just disappears! Does she ever get mentioned again? weird.
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Hello again.

Just as Harry Styles is making a concerted effort to collect every pointless and stupid looking tattoo available on his body, I have returned to this blog to collect all my pointless and stupid thoughts. Twitter needs a break from it.

This is just a quickie today, to bring attention to the new URL, www.namingstuff.blogspot.co.uk.

Yes, naming stuff, as in naming stuff is hard

... No it was never ‘things’; I certainly wouldn't just swap out words to make it fit into an available URL. 

What kind of person do you think I am?

I was going to do a thing where I reviewed the Lord of the Rings films in 6 parts, because if he can split the hobbit into 3 films I can split his films into 2 reviews each. I say I was going to because I typed that idea out and realised how dull it sounded. Instead I'll just end this entry by telling you that when Gandalf and White-Robes have a magic fight I thought it looked like two old men trying to cross an icy road.

THE END. SEE YOU SOON.
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dramatic ramblings

Sometimes i feel like I’m in a perpetual identity crisis (and other times i feel like I’m not sure how you spell perpetual). Then i think that i remember reading or hearing somewhere that everyone feels like that at least once in their life. Probably more. Hopefully more. I don’t like to think of myself as so completely detached from the normal (here someone would pipe up that there is no such thing as normal, and i am going to ignore this person for now).  Anyway the point is lately I’ve been feeling like this a lot. 

It’s not so much the "who am i?" "What am i like?" sort of crisis. Maybe it’s better described as a worry about what i am to become. What will i do with myself since i am here and since i have a brain and all the right appendages and senses? The advice i am most often given, when talking about careers is "do something you enjoy", the goal being you will live for work, rather than working to live. I’m told that this is the greatest success will ever be able to achieve. For me this advice is horrible. Well, not horrible but useless to me, because to use it I should have 2 things. 

I should be able to have some kind of talent, skill or great love for something that was embedded into my soul or something.  That i just don’t have. If you asked me what is it that you most love, I’d tell you I just don’t know. I quite like wasting time on the internet and superhero movies and video games and general low level geekery. I wouldn’t say i love any of those things. I have no deep and burning passions to be involved in those industries either. Not to mention I’m missing the second thing.

The second thing is skill. The way the world is shown to me tells me that most successful people have a skill. Something they are just good at. Ok sometimes it will take a boat load of practice, but they will be good at practising it. They won’t just get frustrated and annoyed and, to be honest, a bit bored by it. They just want it. They have the passion, the love, so strong for it they just can do it. 

It strikes me that in some ways you can’t be expected to have one of these without the other. it also strikes me that i don’t think I’ve ever met a person who has either and i don’t thinks that’s by coincidence. 

So either the vast majority of people are not successful, or the definition of successful that I’ve been given is false. My head goes with the "it’s false" option. Because if most people don’t live is this world where they have their perfect job to match their loves and skills. I don’t think i really believe we have inherent skills and loves when we are born. You can’t be born to work in an office for a company that sells cardboard. That’s insane. 

                                                                                                       

Despite knowing this i can’t help but flounder around wishing i could find my deep passion. The thing i could do, and do so well and be so happy doing. Maybe it’s because I’m only 19 and just accepting now that this world i was told about was a lie, that i just wish it could be true.

I’m struggling to come up with a coherent end to this ramble, because it’s gone off in a direction i wasn’t expecting it to. Add blogging to this list of things i have no inherent skill for. END

p.s. spell check didnt correct all my little i's into big I's but i cant be bother to fix it since this post is so rubbish anyway.

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now I just feel full of whimsy. I dont really know why

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this is how ive felt all day.

i think ive done a good job suppressing it. you're welcome

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