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first time for everything i guess

twenty two years old and on the internet for over a decade, yet somehow i've never tried my hand at this thing. surprising for someone who likes to talk as much as i do about myself, my life, my interests, my anything at all!

i don't know what i'll get up to here, honestly, if anything. journals are just not that fun to me when my brain works faster than my pen. but, in my journal is a lot of vents, some love letters (to people and to things), some essay ramblings... maybe that's what i'll get up to here. having a space where i can just talk for ages about literally anything, outside of uni, without getting out of bed? #NeedThat

most of the time at-slash-for uni, i'm writing about something that, sure, i take a general interest in. i study international politics, i'm interested in that! but anyone who has/will have a degree knows that sometimes, you've got to do shit you really don't want to do very much. that's been me this past semester, but i think i'll write more about that soon. my final assignment for the semester is due on monday and it isn't very good! i just hope i can bring some more enjoyment into non-fiction writing by doing whatever i decide to do here.

if this is an introduction, i should say stuff about myself. you most likely already know my name is lucas. you almost definitely know i like to be annoying online about bands, dan and phil, and politics. i'd be lying if i said those things aren't what i'll probably end up writing about here, too. but, there's a LOT more in my life than those things, though usually they'd be resigned to the red leather journal that sits on my desk, usually untouched except a couple phone-call-scribbles. maybe you think i'm a decent writer, and maybe you think i'm shit, but i don't really do this stuff for it to be good. i write on ao3 and blogspot for gods sake. some other stuff about me though, is that my bio is true, and i have some sort of problem when it comes to buying blankets. also, i once put calpol on cheerios as a child and lied and said the dog ate it. i think that story really sets the scene for anything to do with me.

i hate writing introductions, but maybe in the next few days there'll be more here :)

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