IMAGINED CONVERSATIONS

Yay! So here is a new bloggity blog, where I'm going to post strange and wonderful things. When I have the time, of course.
Lady Jayne Times will be retired, and this one will be vamped up after all my exams. I'm actually considering having a diary type blog, and one for all the other stuff like my writings or something cool I found. Or I'll just mash it all together.
If you just stumbled onto this page, here is a run down of .. Well, me. This blog centres around me so naturally, I'm going to write about me and the characters that play roles in my drama.

THE BRIEF TASH HISTORY
My name is Natasha, born and raised in Pietermaritzburg, KZN, SA. I lived there until I was 12 to which my family moved to Mtubatuba, also in Natal. We stayed there for a year, before moving to Centurion, Gauteng. I'm now 24 and still studying. The first degree was a burn out, and hopefully the current isn't either. I'm studying a BA Language degree with focus on creative writing. Oh, my language major is English. I work full day, part as a do-it-all girl at a print shop, and the other part as an au pair. My boyfriend, Barend, centres a great deal in my life along with my besties. The long distance besties are Stef and Sam, and those close are Jay and Vash.
Ok, that's all you need to know right now. The rest you will learn, or I will fill in the blanks.

PEDIGREE PROCRASTINATOR
Something I'm good at, is procrastination. I can always put off what should be done today, although I always feel heavier when I do that. The weight of the undone task isn't severe enough to get me off the couch though. Like right now, I'm meant to be studying for Hamlet. 'To be, or not to be. That is the question!' All I can learn is the plot and themes though, and hope whatever the essay question is, its within my noggitity (thinking) abilities. It would be nice if it was just the assignment question over, but that would have to be an extremely lucky day and I don't get those.
One more exam and I can finally scream to the heavens, "I'm free!" And then whisper to myself, "until next year." One more year and hopefully I'm done. Then I can get a real job, not the strange job I have where I'm underpaid and under appreciated. Move out, get married, have kids, go to church - it all sounds very ideal in my head. However, I know God and I know that a monkey wrench lies somewhere. My well mapped out plans always crumble, always with something better - so I'm not complaining. Just stating a fact.

'FRAILTY, IS THY NAME WOMAN'
Okay, Hamlet is giving me the death stare. Which is creepy because he talks about death, a lot. I don't want to be seen as a Gertrude, a weak woman with no morals and a lust for power and attention. Nor do I want to be a raving madman like Hamlet, or was he mad? Pretending or just an early emo kid with disappointed parents. If you get the chance, look into Hamlet or Measure for Measure. Both Shakespeare's works, both very interesting. A writer should write about things everybody else doesn't see. What aren't we seeing?

Goodnight Goonies <3