I'm back.

Guess the title announces my big news. For most of you, the few that you are, those who occasionally think "hey, wonder if Anna is still alive" or maybe just "well, I'm bored enough to eat my own eyelids, better check that blog I somehow found", this won't be huge news. But I'm happy to announce it - I am unequivocally, interminably, irresistibly back, and this time I won't ever leave you, I promise. I feel like the scumbag father who went out to get a pint of milk and never came home.

I won't talk about mocks. They were a big, exam-y mess, as one might expect. Yet, in a months time, I'll be doing the real thing, 14 exams and then... freedom. A big open world of everything that is waiting to be grabbed by the balls and manhandled. And I intend on doing an awful lot of manhandling. I'll be travelling, or maybe wandering is a better word, across many places of the globe, including but not limited to Greece, Holland, England, France, Ghana, South Africa. And I intend to use this blog as my chief manhandling record. Hopefully I can find in me the stamina and wordiness to keep track of all my observations, thoughts, friends and madness on the way. This will become one of those awful travel blogs; I'll have to change the name to "Holy Hell, Where Is Anna Now?!" and post lots of photos of me grinning psychotically in front of famous landmarks and eating food. If you ever visit this blog to find a giant picture of me, smothered in black pudding, arm in arm with Archibald, my only-slightly criminally insane hostel-neighbour who stuffs cats and bakes things into pie crusts, please alert the authorities.

I've been writing quite a bit. In fact, I have, in the short few months I have been away, decided that writing - in some form or another - is what I would very much like to do with my life. And before you don spectacles, lean in close enough for me to smell your aftershave (Eau de Superiority) and chuckle "but my dear, there's no work for writers in this modern day world!", hold your horses. In fact, banish them to the stables. I have, contrary to my usual style of doing things, thought about the fact that people are steadily becoming more interested in pixels than pages, and I have attempted to address this fact. I will not be dropping out of everything ever to become a tortured artist, but instead go into the realm of writing, publishing, journalism, et cetera, et cetera and be versatile, dahling, versatile. ALSO, I will be doing business studies, so I will be able to wear lady suits and blossom into a beautiful butterfly child of capitalist society.
Anywhoo, if you wish to read what I write, click on this picture of a penguin.

Also, I hope you like the new makeover. Very mature, I know. There are even birds flapping across the page, perhaps to symbolise my sprouting of wings and doddering off, like a fat toddler. Or maybe I like birds. Point is, it may look all grown up and white, but inside I am just as multi-coloured and bizarre as I have always been. This look does not condemn me in any way to a life of sensibleness, never fear.

Cheerio until next time*,

A.


(* Oh my god. I typed my usual cheery goodbye line, then figured, hmm, people say TTFN (meaning tata for now), so why can't I make my goodbye an acronym too? Then I typed it, and realised why.)