Reading and Writing

Late night creative session... well, listening to yummy music and trying to write a presentation for an interview I have. EEK.

I'm not sure how well it's going...it feels sort of bland. I need to spice it up a bit but at this time of night (which appears to be the only free time I ever get these days!) that's not going so well. Hmmm. 

Today I went to a new cafe that was delightfully scrummy. Full of vintage knick-knacks and billions of books, this place was very cute. They didn't have that many tables and chairs though, so my friend and I felt somewhat guilty sat there for a couple of hours. Still, I bought a couple of Margaret Atwood books and a James Baldwin title, so I have plenty to sink my teeth into. And, the Baldwin is for Uni, so I don't need to feel totally guilty either! YES!!

I also went to work today, but definitely spent all of my wages before I started, by buying these exciting things! I feel so stupidly grown up. It's a little scary.

Anyway, time for sleep, or at least to retire to bed with a bit of Wuthering Heights. The English geek is out in full swing today.

Good night cherubs.

xxx

Woops.

So this evening I was having those moments where I sit and ponder how great my life is and how excited I am about everything I get to do and see. We were sat in Trafalgar Square at the time, recuperating from a game of bulldog that'd ended up with a few people on the floor. It was about midnight, the bells from a nearby church went off, and I was feeling mildly ecstatic and really quite content.

And then I let the crazy out. And announced that I write the story of my life in my head whilst it's happening. It's like logging it, or inscribing it so I can remember how wonderful it was, just a few hours on. 

As soon as the words had left my mouth, there were a few slow motion head turns and the raised eyebrows who've just realised that your insanity has plumeted to new depths.

However, as I am still 20 for another three days, I'm going to go. BAH. and laugh some more about my life.

I go back to Bournemouth in the morning. I need to go to sleep.

PS - I'VE FINALLY HANDED IN THE LAST BITS OF WORK FOR FIRST YEAR. I think it works out at about 30,000 words. Now just to revise. Oh bummer. Have a feeling my birthday might get in the way of that one! xo