Evil Umbrellas
I went to Westfield with Giuli after English Ext. this afternoon for a particular reason which for the moment being I shall not disclose because a special someone could be reading.
However, on this note I have come to realise how unprivate my LiveJournal has become. My original purpose was to keep a record all the happenings of my (not so fascinating) life so that perhaps some many years later I may read back and laugh at my adolescent silliness. But now I cannot write absolutely everything that I mean to say. I can imagine myself reading this post in 2016 and wondering 'now what did Giuli and I do that afternoon?' Except, then I doubt I shall ever be bothered enough, and plus there's the possibility that LiveJournal will go bankrupt and the whole site will be deleted without notice...
Ahem. Why did that idea even cross my mind? And why did I type it in? I should stop this mindless stream of unconsciousness about everything of great unimportance right now. Oh, but I should mention that some while ago I did read back on a selection of last year's entries and recognised that strand of rather disturbing unstability of mind. It had been an awfully rough time and I'm forever grateful that I got through smoothly.
Anyway. I'm in a strange mood today. Perhaps exhilirated by the bright prospect of tomorrow's maths assessment? Urgh. I'd rather hope not. Let's just say that I got to play Rach on the lovely dusty grand in the hall today. That'll suffice.
I unexpectedly bumped into Neshette and Jeff just after parting with Giuliana. Or, more accurately, Neshette spotted me and snuck up on me from behind and nearly gave me a panic attack. We hung around for a bit. My conclusion of the day is, cheek pecking while all holding umbrellas is a challenging task.