Mr Collins reasons for Marrying

I seriously dislike those boxes that ask you to copy out the distorted word. So they can tell you aren't a robot or whatever. I feel like they are insulting/assaulting my intelligence. Probably because I frequently get them wrong. I can, in fact, read. Despite what you choose to tell me, annoying little box.

Now that's all out of the way, I plan, as the lovely Mr Collins put it so eloquently, so state my reasons for marrying. Or blogging. Pretty much the same thing.

1. I always wanted to keep a diary, but was too much of a slack panda. I have a good memory for names, faces and song lyrics, but other stuff not so much. I did quite well in Europe last year, where I filled almost an entire teal notebook with a orange bird on the front. That was more because I used it to talk to myself, as I was alone the vast majority of the time, and being antisocial in general I wasn't really up for chatting to random types on the train

2. I have harboured vague ambitions for some time now of some career form involving writing. Not something so highbrow as the novel, but maybe scriptwriting? the aformented teal notebook was mostly filled with a screenplay that was fairly terrible. However, as with most things in life, practise is needed. A blog seems like a good place for that.

S