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"It's so easy to laugh,

It's so easy to hate,

It takes guts to be gentle and kind"

- Morrissey

Admittance.

As you have stumbled upon this blog, I wish to regale you with some sort of introduction. Alot of my history will be spilt in the entries to come, because I tend to link things to memory, and I guess for the most part, it gives you reason, or an understanding.

A synopsis, if you will...

The Infirmary; an outlet for my 'darker natured' endeavors, and a slight look into those "creepy and kooky, and altogether ooky" hobbies I have collected over my doubled over decade of existence. Filled within these digital 'pages', will be photographs, art, paintings, stories, reviews, gushing entries of desire and sinful descripts that tap into the very exploitation of my every fear... oh brother, who the bloody hell am I kidding. Anyways...onward.

The title, "From Here to My Infirmary", serves as a double entendre, or homage to two things I hold dearly in my life. First, Alkaline Trio. And secondly, my roller derby alter-ego, Ina Infirmary.

Alkaline Trio, could be one of the roots of why I am, the way I am. I fell in love with this trifeca of satan coveting poets from another world, far apart from mine, back in 6th grade. Which puts me roughly 11 or 12 years of age. I congratulate myself on such good taste back then, but I sincerely owe it to my sister, and my best friend at the time Evan Murphy. It all started with a lone Blink 182 poster from Warped Tour 98', and went from there, as each "if you like this band, you'd like this" advertisement popped up on my AOL chatroom content. I'm sure once I have the attention span, I can dazzle you, or anyone, or my own imagination if not a soul reads this, with how many times I've seen them, and every little detail from the concussions, to the internal bleeding, to the broken nose, to the contact incident, and to the broken hearts I've healed with them. All in due time.

Secondly, this other passion of mine, roller derby. I think my name would have made more sense if I had some kind of directing verb that meant "put you" in an infirmary, but I lacked any lyrical or clever means of doing so. It is correctly pronounced "EE-NAH", because if said "IN-AH", it would sound grammatically incorrect. Other pronounciations that, for a lack of better term "suck", are as follows, "IN-YAH" (honestly, who in their bloody gourd gets that from Ina), or "EYE-NAH" (which is partly my mums fault for calling me EYE-NAH VAG-EYE-NAH, gee whilikers mumsy-kin, I'm flattered). Just wait till my niece catches onto that variation, won't be my fault; for once. The reason I chose this name over the other two I had conjured up, was A- an homage to Alkaline Trio, see description above and B- I am an accident waiting to happen. I guess it could come off as threatening like "IM GUNNA PUTCHA IN AN INFIRMARY", but in all reality...I'll most likely be the one headed there. But shhh, I wouldn't tell my opponents, because I've got a mean ass, and a brick haus of a frame.

So, all of that, just for a title of a blog, seems silly, right? There's always a means to the end, regardless of how miniscule the 'end' shall be. I mean, we wouldn't do things without reason, correct? Or maybe I just tell myself that, as a rectifying thought that I do have a brain, and blood pumping through my veins? Or that I'm HUMAN.