Three Blogs And No Life

This is the third blog I've started. I'm thinking this, the blogs I mean, is away to justify my existence. I've got a blog for my poetry, which can be linked here:  http://arranlee.blogspot.com/

Another for the story of how I'm gradually trying to break into the world of films. Another sort of memoir self help kind of blog to help other film makers but it also documents my experiences.
Linked here:  http://takingthoughtsandmakingfilms.blogspot.com/

And then there is this one, which I've decided to set up because I'm in a fowl mood and need to vent. A blog of all my failures past (If I can remember them) and present. So where do I start?

Flashback to the third year of primary school.

I'm panting heavy, the cool breeze in my hair, I was playing tig with my friends but now it's a game of life and death. Flashback to the first year, I've just started school and things are going great. At first they were not, my mother left me in the playground, has I watched groups of children being crammed into a small set of double doors and I'm wondering where they lead too. She let go of my hand. I'm crying. I'm all of a sudden playing the mechanic and the god damn wooden washing machine is broken well that's what the mother and father of today think. I fix the damn thing but I know our futures are intwined somehow, me and the wooden washing machine I mean. Anyway, Mother and Father of today are telling the Children of today off and I've got nothing else to fix in this wooden made estate. I look across at the Sister of today. I learn her name is Tanya. I say 'You wanna get outta her dol?' Well something like that, so I put down my plastic tool box and venture to the putty table with Tanya. There's no doubt she's going to try and make a cake.

Flash forward to the third year of primary school.

So I'm panting, taking in deep breaths as I run. I can't see them. There's two, I can feel they're close but where? Then suddenly they strike one on either side of my cheek. The cool breeze catches the wet of the lip marks making my cheeks cold. Tanya and Laura both say 'Kiss-ie Cat' Damn them and their putrid kisses. Everyone knows girls are riddled with Coodies. I've got to admit this was in my prime, I had two of them. I sit in the class room and we're learning English. We've got to write the sentences on the chalk board so I do, 'The Mint do got kno when all his brodders have gom.' Clear as day in my book. A shadow makes it's way up my English book and looms over me. I turn to find the teacher reading my sentence.

Flash forward a couple of Days.

I sit in a chair looking at a brightly lit screen squinting with a pair of ridicules glasses on. The optician tells my mother I'll defiantly need glasses. Already I can see...well feel my life slipping away from me. I knew it said Caterpillar and not Mint on the chalkboard. Damn you eyes!
I've lost Tanya, think it's the new glasses. Laura is still interested, Kiss-ie Cat and all that. Then I'm introduced to one of the children my mother looks after before and after school. She's ok but comes infested with head lice. It's unavoidable to dodge them and soon my thick beautiful hair is littering the barbers floor along with my tears, oh how I cried and oh how I grasped for mummy. Squirming and sobbing has the barber's shaver hummed through my hair.

Flash Forward to next day.

I'm stood in the play ground and the cold breeze bounces off my near to bold head. I'm freezing and Laura isn't even playing Kiss-ie Chase with me. No one is really playing with me then the girl who gave me knits comes up to me and runs her hand across my head, front to back, whilst saying 'Spikey'.