Hello everyone!

On a quick first note, I have decided to cross-post my blogs between here and http://leesykate.blogspot.com/ from now on.

I have about an hour to kill; I'm not actually on the internet right now, that would just be silly, I'm on the bus. I thought I'd spend it writing a blog using Drivel. I had not heard of drivel until a few days ago when my dad came up to me and said "Leesy!" (Yes, even my own family refers to me as LeesyKate or Leesy.) "You need to check Drivel out." I complied, and i must say, I like. It's simple...which is the beauty of it, really. Anywho. On with the post!

So anyway, I'm on the bus on the way to TAFE. I'll be honest and say that I'm actually most of the way there, now...the idea of bus blogging only came to me about 5 minutes ago and i have about 10 or 15 minutes left of my journey. I have been keeping a pen and paper journal, written on the bus, but it's less messy to type than to use ink...I would get to college with blue all down the side of my left hand. Yes, that's right, folks, I am left handed.

Being left handed puts me into 10% minority of the poopulation, though by no means am I as disadvantaged as people like to think we left handers are. There are in fact only a few issues tht plague a left handed person. The biggest that I face, really, is those stupid ergonomic scissors for right handed people. Seriously, they annoy me. But, I have worked my way around that, too, working out a way to use them without having to do hand-yoga. I remember the first time I was presented with pair of rightie scissors. I was seven. I looked at them and then back up at the teacher, and asked "Are those scissors?" the teacher put them in my right hand and told me that I had to use them with my right hand. I spent the rest of the week hacking paper worksheets to smithereens. Thank goodness I have learnt myself some ambidexterity. But anyway, I can now use your fancy schmancy rightie scissors with my left hand with relative ease.

Another thing I can remember is my teachers trying to get me to write with my left hand like everyone else does with their right. It was a failed mission, and I will now explain to you why. Right handers have the advantage of being able to see what they are writing without bending their wrist. Unfortunately for lefties, Western civilisation writes left to right across the page, meaning they have to bend their wrists upwards to see what they are writing. This action means that their hands sit atop the freshly inked page, smearing whatever colour it is along the side of their hand. Thank goodness for indiscriminating keyboards.

My favourite thing about being a creative, left-handed nerd girl is that I am fairly unique in that respect alone, personality awesomeness aside. Not that I want to brag or anything... *Cough.* But seriously, being left handed has revealed to me in a way how wonderful uniqueness is. Something different can be something special and beautiful. When I was seven I used to wish that I was right handed, but now I realise that i have the ability to take a different perspective on things and, quite literally, approach situations from a different angle.

When it comes down to it, I encourage everyone not to strive to be like everyone else, or strive to be 'unique.' Dare to be yourself: it's tough sometimes, but in the end it is truly worth it.

Well, it looks like my stop is coming up. I shall see you all later, I might continue this on the way home.

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Okay, so I'm on the bus again! Yay! Well, maybe not so much yay, because it's pretty humid. I'm glad it's been raining though...if you could call it that. Still, a little moisture is better than none. It's rush hour so the bus is fairly packed, and I'm sitting at the back. It's usually more crowded towards this end, but for some reason there are more people towards the front. Perhaps they think that it'll be less humid up there. Or maybe my awesome little EeePC is intimidating. Either way, it's all the better for us at the back. It gives what little breeze there is coming from the windows more chance to flow through. Seriously, though, I really hope no one farts. Right now we are passing the Garden of Unearthly Delights, and it looks AWESOME. I love wandering through there and just soaking up the eclectic tastes and cultures, all mingling together to create the ultimate uniquely creative and exciting environment. The Garden is a part of the Adelaide Fringe Festival, and in my opinion epitomises the spirit of it.

I love the smell of rain.

Today, on the way through the city, I saw a sword swallower, his name was [Somethingorother] Squid. At least I remembered the Squid bit, eh? He is the only sword swallower in Australia who can take a bow with the blade in his mouth and then stand back up again...that isn't dead. [Such an encouraging thought!] Anyway. I have to admit he was pretty good looking and that the fact may have contributed in my stopping...but either way I'm glad that I did. Upon my arrival he was climbing out of a tennis racket. the way this guy made the audience feel was brilliant. It was like there was a buzz of electricity passing through everyone, that feeling of excitement and anticipation. Made me want to learn to unicycle even more. [Not as in "Oh I want to be a performer," because I don't. Doing something a bit different and fun just became more exciting.]

well, I must put my Eee away now because my stop is coming up. I think. I've lost track. OH NO!!

Lots of love,

LeesyKate.