A friend asked me the other day why I didn't have a Blogspot, and alas, I didn't have an answer. I guess it's because I'm comfortable on Tumblr, it's a platform I have had for so long, and a platform that has allowed me to discover alot about my self and the blogging world.The problem with Tumblr is that I accumulate all my thoughts onto there and they just get lost in a sea of (As John Green states) homoerotic Sherlock watercolors. (Which, by the way, I have no shame reblogging. No shame at all.)

 So, I have decided to migrate to blogspot. What exactly I will use this for? I don't know, I want it to be slightly more coherent then my Tumblr, but not lack the personal voice I have on Tumblr.

 I like sharing what I like to call ''brain slush''. Brain slush, is the broken fragments of thoughts that enter your mind that don't really mean anything to anyone but yourself, but they still feel important enough to share anyway. Like anecdotes from my week or certain thoughts and feelings. Alongside ''brain slush'' will hopefully be posts about media, such as films, books, television, anything that takes to my liking or more rather, my disliking. I really want to start making more formal reviews. You can also almost definitely expect angry blogposts about subjects such as Feminism, Patriarchy, Opression, etc. As described in my school report, ''Lucy is really in tuned with the world around her, admittedly at times a bit too much.'' in other words, ''Lucy is an angry teen that needs to calm down.''

I always find introductions extremely awkward over the internet. The common theme I have found on various networking sites is just to list arbitrary nouns that kind of link to your personality/tastes and then finish it up with a nice quote or meaningful lyric. I don't think there IS a list of arbitrary nouns or a meaningful quote that truly reflects my self in all it's glory, so I am just going to begin writing and see how well that does. My name is Lucy. (Hi, hello, nice to meet you etc) I am currently sixteen years old and I reside in the small town of Leeds. It's a nice place with a nice mixture, you are never too far away from the countryside or the buzz of town life here. I am currently listening to the song ''Candy'' by Chromatics. It's slightly haunting but nice to write to. I recommend listening to it while you read this, it will give the impression I am far more sultry and interesting then I actually am.

 I live in a house with my mother and dog, while my only sibling resides in London. I like it here, but like any British town, it has the underground scummy culture of youths that parade the streets and the prettiest sight out of my window right now is this grand tree that grows behind a set of brick, grey washed houses.

Regardless to it's lacking aesthetic, Leeds is home. I believe the concept of ''home'' is not just the house you are confined to, but the people you meet, the things you see, the bumps and scars you somehow have on your skin, the bus number you take to get back to your house,  the houses you pass on that journey and know so well but never go into - everything in your life is your home. I will come to have many homes in my life, in many forms, many things I consider to be home, but never will Leeds change from being my home.  Home is a slightly funny word if you write/say/think of it too much. Heh, heh. Home, home, home, home. (I want to be a professional writer, everyone.)

 I have many aspirations in my life I want to do, many people I want to be and many places I want to go, but it all centers around my love for writing. I have this bitchin' bossin' wannabe writer thing going on -  basically an excuse for me to be pretentious for a living. Have had it since I was a young un'. I am kidding, of couse, well about the whole pretentious thing.

 I just want to be creative. I just want to write. Its my only outlet, my way of expression, my  way of transcending my thoughts. In Films, Theatre, Television and Publications.

 I want to do many other things with my life as well, but they all center around  my want to write. I  want to work in an arts council - teaching young people about literature and working with young writers. I would also like to do Journalism, particularly Music Journalism  (even though my knowledge of music is very limited, it's something I hold an extreme passion for). I want to work with Theatre companys, devising and performing experimental Theatre.

So, there you go Blogspot inhabitants. I could reveal more about myself, I could reveal the human-y detail that makes Lucy Howell, Lucy Howell, like how I love the dewy smell of morning you get in early Autumn, the way water somberly waves up and down in Leeds City Canal, how when you listen to a beautiful song, you cry so much it feels like nostalgia is quite literally washing your face, how I like walking to places that you pass every day but never think to explore, how I never actually finish anything - so even this feels like an accomplishment. But I shall save all those for another day.