68 days

The title refers to when I next go back to America.

Anyway.... BEST DAY TODAY. okay, not the best, but really god. I did miss a lecture because my body is craving precious sleep (she says getting ready to go out tonight). And I missed a training session at work. But, best day.

After missing my lecture I was in a foul mood and angry with myself... but I went to the National Theatre on Southbank to get my entry pass as someone who is between 16-25.  Woo. On the train journey to London Bridge I bumped into Laurence who I haven't seen in about six months. And I just remember why I loved his company! So I was all smiley when I got to the station... then the walk along the river reminded me of how much I love London, and in particular that walk. It was crisp and cold outside and I was all wrapped up and warm an the sun was shining. All the actors and buskers were out and I felt really festive. I felt really Christmassy and it was fantastic. So happy.
I got annoyed that I couldn't order my Hamlet ticket with my entry pass that day, as it takes about four weeks to process... and the only dates they had available for pre-bookings were when I am in America. And I wasn't getting up to que at seven am like the lady suggested. But good ol' Fred used his membership and kindly got me a ticket! YAY. So happy.

Then I met Ella at Bond street, we had a coffee, lots of chit chat. I spent far too much money but on clothing that will keep me warm in the winter. And then I got my nose pierced by a very lovely lady. We had an awesome chat about weird piercing on unlikely people... total use of my imagination. And I am as chuffed as beans. However chuffed beans can get. Plus we have the heating on in the house for an hour, meaning I am writing this whilst not freezing my balls off. Fabulous. And I am feeling positive about some things! woop.

So... just feeling chirpy which is great. Going to dance tonight which is also great. And then much amounts of work tomorrow. Not so great but kinda fun.
Let us hope the good mood sticks.

And I bloody hope everyone else is in a fabulous mood, because it feels lovely. And good moods should be celebrated more often, it is difficult when bad things happen to feel happy for people who are smiling. But we should, and I must remember that when I am feeling blah and someone else is feeling "wahey!"

Big Love folks.

xxx  

Speculative Moments

Those crazy days you get, when you start to think about the various aspects of your life, that just aren't quite perfect, occur far too much for me at the moment. (Surely not Emily, you have loads of Uni work to be getting on with...)

My  reflective days are always filled with thoughts of love, the right thing to do, am i being played etc etc. I encountered someone the other day, who I knew and have known for a long time, and they started up conversation - as you do. But looking back on it, after the moment passed, I realised I was being played with - just as a person.... no romantic notion or sexual intentions, just being played with. I didn't like it much. I was mainly bothered by the fact that i didn't see it. Normally that sort of thing I see a mile off, and play harder and win. (That makes me sound big headed, but manipulation I can do, when I want to.) Clearly I haven't played games for a very long time, and although I love that I used to be awesome at it. I do not want to do it anymore.

This definitely means that I am going to find single life more difficult, but I don't want to be anything but me, and if a relationship is gong to work, they have to know me for me right? Might as well be honest at the start.

In three months time when I find this method isn't working I may try new tactics.... But until then...

love love love for you all...

N.B - to the player (who prob doesn't read this) mu ha ha. I will win! No spite intended.

Reality.

Kind of a elusive title for my blog this time. No I am not going philosophical on your ass, I am just realizing after being home for a month that being back in grey ol' England, being back in the real world, kinda sucks.

Do not get me wrong. I am over the moon to see my family, the famous twelve, the housies, the mad rude and crude staff, the pharmacy and various individuals that do not fit into a group. I love them all. And I have missed them. Being back at work is beyond hilarious just because of how our friendships are all based around insulting each other and acting like idiots. We have so much fun though. The number of "your mum" jokes and "that's what she said" can never fail to amaze me at work. It is nice to be back at Uni, it is something I need to really throw myself into this year, it will make time go faster for when I a not doing things I want or seeing people I want to see. But I am also looking forward to my courses too.

Already booked a ticket to America for the holidays (however this does mean that I am missing out on the snow trip at college - which I totally want to go on with the all-nighter gang). But this makes me happy.

So this is all that is happening in my life atm. Nothing exciting. Feeling a bit lonely, a bit low from post-america blues and continuing onwards with mundane activities!

HOWEVER... this week Diego from South Africa (met him at Camp) came to visit! We took him out to a swanky bar, to club sandwich at the SU, into London and also to my parent's house for dinner. He seemed to have a great time and so did Lelly and I. Lelly was lovely and treated everyone to a meal which was just too amazing - I couldn't finish it because I was FUFTB (full up fit to burst!). It was so weird seeing Diego in England!! He says he will come back and visit which would be great! In the mean time I must do plenty of work.. and stop eating crap. I swear Uni is so bad for me.

Ella and I went to Brighton today to see her brother perform at Concord2. They were totally amazing and they are only fifteen. INSANE. Their band is called Artisans and I suggest looking them up, tey are totally awesome. I had a great time, and the sun was out and soooo warm and I love Brighton so much, I am desperate to live by the sea. I am just so ridiculously happy there.

This is all for today, I am sleepy and have much to do... including writing the Pub Quiz for tomorrow night at the SU. Dammit.

Much love and apologies for the boringness of this current blog. And so much love to Cat Moss one of my favourite girls in the world who is off to Australia, New Zealand and Thailand for a year or less if I can convince her to come home!

Love Love Love

xxx