Getting out there

Earlier today I was out wandering the streets and somehow managed to write a rather long Instagram post. Which I must admit, it felt rather cool. My brain felt like it was slowly returning to life as I once knew it. Where I only had to think about starting a new blog post and before I knew it words would spew forth at knots seen only on the stormiest of seas.

I had more ideas in that half hour walk to school and back than I have had in a whole year. Or at least that was how it felt. Mind you fitting all them into one little Instagram post was beyond impossible.

Oh hi there! I'm Rhianna and it is so nice to see you stop by. 

Though I know heaps of you already know that but I just wanted to introduce 

myself to any newbies that might have joined me. 

Anyways I am currently locked out of my house and therefore roaming the streets in the search of keys. 

Not that I really need to search as such because I pretty much know exactly where they are. 

Hiding in Zany's school bag (which is naturally with her at school). 

Which is exactly where I told her to put them this morning. I just didn't realise I would be going home this early. 

It's all good though because I was meant to get up early and go for a run but I didn't. So this will kind of make up for that. 

I would have run down here had it not been for the fact I was wearing old crappy sneakers 

that hurt last time I wore them running. 

My particularly #awesome #pt #fishlockedjo has given me a little workout session to do so 

I will bang that out as soon as I get home. 

Changing the topic slightly, can you see that white van in the background? Looks suspiciously dodge to me. Agree? Originally this post was supposed to be about that van 

but I got so busy rambling away I am now totally side tracked. 

On another side note hands up who knew I once had a blog called Rhianna's Random Rambles 

but I changed it because I thought it was to long and ramble?

 Anyways for a micro blogging platform I am pretty sure this post has gone on for far too long. 

Which is kind of a good thing because it means words are finally flowing for me which has not happened for a while now. Maybe it's time for a(nother) new name?

For example I never got to explain how uncomfortable I was sharing that particular image of myself because I didn't like the look of my chin and neck. But it was the only photo in which I would have had the white van in there as I didn't think of having it photo bomb my photo until it was nearly out of sight.

So I stuck with the photo that made me slightly uncomfortable to look at because I knew no one other than me would think ill of it. Plus I really wanted to show off my pretty braids. I was expecting to be doing some grubby yucky work today so I thought it best to keep my hair neatly out the way. I didn't think anything of it till I bumped into a man I met early last year. He was with some mutual friends who went to introduce us but I told them there was no need. Turns out there was though because apparently having my hair done in such a fancy way made me unrecognisable from last year.

Having the white van in the image was important because I wanted to talk about how judgey I felt thinking it was up to no good or perhaps even watching someone who was up to no good. Because obviously a white van like that is either an undercover surveillance or criminals. People don't just have big white vans with super dark tint because they like it.