“I’m just a bunch of contradictions most of the time and I don’t like it, but I also do.” -Marianna Paige
I’m just a generally awkward human attempting to navigate my way through my varsity years.
I’ve always wanted to start a blog but I find staring at a blank page and trying to put words onto it to be one of the scariest things in the world. Which obviously isn’t particularly conducive to blog writing. Or any writing, really. Unfortunately for me, it is conducive to procrastinating (which I’m fairly certain is my only talent).
I’m trying to stop using words like “crazy” and “insane” because they’re ableist and just generally discriminatory. But don’t ask me to stop saying “cray”. I think “cray” is like my spirit animal in word form. According to popular opinion, my actual spirit animal is the tarsier (incase you were wondering).
I hate camping yet I go to Rocking the Daisies every year. Then when I’m there I pretty much spend the whole time complaining about how much I hate camping. I’ve promised myself I’m not going to go this year, but I’ll probably go anyway.
I played the piano for 12 years but if you put a piece of music in front of me now I wouldn’t know where to start. Did I mention I have an absolutely horrific memory?
I love to paint more than anything else in the world but I haven’t picked up a paintbrush in over a year. Of course I blame this on not having enough free time, yet I managed to find the time to binge-watch every season of Mad Men in under a month.
I live in a small pocket of the Cape Town southern suburbs, with a forest to my left and a horse riding arena to my right. It’s the kind of neighbourhood where everybody’s house is a different shade of beige, except for that one blue house around the block (which is the victim of constant community shaming). I’ve lived here my whole life. Oh, that is besides my brief one-year-stint in Stellenbosch (luckily one day I woke up to the horrifying realisation that I was in Stellenbosch, and would be for another two years, so I quickly sent in my application to UCT). I went to a private all-girls school where being liberal meant wearing your hair in a messy bun instead of a sleeked-back ponytail. I’ve never wanted for anything my entire life. Essentially, what I’m trying to get at, is that I’m acutely aware of the white, middle class, privileged lens through which this blog will be written.
Oh and my name’s Lauren, by the way.