Look Who Joined The Bandwagon

Well, would ya look at that! Looks like I finally joined the bandwagon known as Blogspot. And considering how much I bloody write, it took long enough, didn't it? :P


Anyway, I'm still partially unsure about why I'm doing this. Probably should have started this at new year, when it would have given me something to do, right? Well, yeah. Probably but I don't think like that, do I now?


Anyway, most of the time what you'll find here is a lot of random musings that take longer than the average Facebook status to write out, or a rant on Twitter that takes about ten minutes to read. Failing that, there'll be a bunch of random things posted up that mean nothing to no one. Myself included in that list. Or drawings. or random short stories or something. I need as many outlets for my overactive imagination after all.


Anyway, here's some random things about me, a lot of which are going to need explained in a bit more detail than what meets the eye.


My name is Emma Leigh McCluskey, and I am a 21 year old nutshell from Glasgow, in the UK. But I prefer to be called Scottish as opposed to British. And the idiots that can't get the fact that Scotland isn't a part of England out of their heads piss me off more than anything else in this world. Honestly. It's like calling a New Zealander Australian, or a Canadian/Mexican, American. Or a Brazilian Argentinian. Or the other way around, I'm not sure which one is more likely to get you a slap across the face. I'll need to check that one with Chris D and Rodrigo. Just in case. But the point is, if you insist on calling me British, that's fine. Call me English on the other hand and the slap you get across your face is well and truly deserved.


The reason that this blog has been entitled "Diary of a Nutshell" is because Blonde Nuthsell is a nickname that I was given at the age of about fifteen, around the time of my first romantic relationships. I was called a bombshell, but made a joke that it should not apply because I was underage, thus Nutshell came about. And even though I'm now over the age of consent, the name stuck so here we are. It's also about the only name I ever got given that did, outside of my real name of course :P


I love smilies, and use them frequently. My favourites are :), :(, =D, XD and >.>, all used at *mostly* appropriate times, and I have been told on more than one occasion that the >.> face actually is used in my facial expressions. Which I'm not sure is weird or funny. You decide.


I'm a bit...eccentric at best. Flat out fucking weird at worst. What you gonna do about it? You can't do anything about it, and I'm perfectly happy like that. So yeah. Meet me in real life and you'll no doubt see a lot of random twitching, face pulling and hear a lot of random noises. I can't help it.


I'm a stickler for spelling and grammar. People who cannot take five minutes to learn the difference between "two", "to" and "too", or "were", "where" and "wear" need to be shot. Also when is appropriate to use "who" and "whom", and various other things like that. And I don't care if it's scientifically proven that if "yuo tpye lkie tihs, yuo can siltl raed it bcesuae the lsat and fsrit lteres are in the crorcet pacels". It gives me a goddamn seizure to read, and nearly gave me a heart attack to write. I don't mind dyslexics, they've got an excuse till they don't give the help that they are offered, in which case, Hell mend them because it's there for a reason. And I can't say anything if English isn't your first language, and your first isn't something like German, which is supposedly a similar langauge. It's a hard as hell language to learn with the million different grammar rules (a bit like French then!)


I just have a thing against people who can't spell. And I have a thing against autocorrect on iPhones for the same reason.


I have an addiction to writing. I swear, if I'm not up till 6/7am, or later, talking to the fiancé, I'm scribbling something with someone in Google Docs. That thing is my best friend. I hate writing on my own. Not because I can't, but because I prefer to work with other people. Which is weird, because I can often be a bit of a loner in work.


Speaking of work, after being off for...twelve days, I think, I finally get to go back. And I'm not gonna lie, I've been looking forward to this for months. Not because I want to work, but because work will actually provide me with a little bit of entertainment. Hopefully. Besides, it's better than sitting around the house, hoping that something will come up that gets me out of the house for a few hours. Which will now raise a lot of questions, such as what about my finance? Well, that'd be okay if we didn't live across five times zones and three thousand miles. But either way.


With that, I feel like I have ranted on enough, and must start making preparations to get my ass back to the grind in two hours.


God help me...