girlcrush

So, I have not written on this blog for so long, but when I logged on I realised that I posted something four days before my 22nd birthday, so not as long ago as I thought. That's something, I guess.

Right now my boyfriend is watching Game of Thrones downstairs so I'm up here internet stalking my favourite female singer, Isabella Manfredi. This may be really ridiculously lame but I like to entertain the idea that she knows exactly who I am, since I'm a crazy fangirl and have been to basically all her Melbourne shows in the last year and a half, and talked to/bumped into her at each one. I have accidentally ran into her in public bathrooms at gigs on more than one occasion, so she might actually think I'm a freak. Oops. In an interview I watched she admitted that her favourite movie is Everafter with Drew Barrymore, which is by far one of my favourite chick flicks. I would like to think that in some other life, we'd be friends. But probably not, she's way too cool for me. What's important (and really cheesy) though is that watching and reading about her tonight has inspired me to get back to my blogging, which in the past has acted for me as refuge, therapy, a place to be creative or just to babble about nothing and everything. I neglect this blog a lot these days, but at one time I used to love to write, to string together words and create what I thought was sometimes beautiful, and what others sometimes told me was quite good. I'm under no illusions that I could have a great career as a writer, but writing is something I have always loved to do, and I think it's important in this day and age where so many things seem hopeless, and the world is getting quite scary and unwelcoming, to do the things you love. We are responsible for our own lives, our own happiness, so maybe this will be a return for me to taking on that responsibility. I don't want to be scared and unhappy anymore. I'm fighting back.