sleepless in gatty..
Have crammed my head full of the cold war and the American executive, interspersed with random Monarch/League of Gentlemen revision reliever episodes..hmm, makes for an intersting mix and also means I can't sleep.
I love how the title of this journal is 'event' ha, thats a laugh! Spent most of the day wandering and worrying about summer jobs. Need to apply for more French jobs to save me from my bloody mum! 'Nag, nag, but I love you so much which is why I have so many ideas about the directin of your life, but I don't want you to leave home, and why I get upset when you criticise the bloody table decorations..' 'You can't have a life darling, don't be silly.' I love her, but I wish she would endorse the laissez-faire parenting of my father. At least he lets me do what I want (hehe)
Its that time of night when everything is oh-so-quiet. Went out to see the sea. It was`beautiful. I love the contrast between the gentle happy, summery feeling that it always has during the day, and the eerie stillness at night when it is almost threatening. Dark, beguiling waters as opposed to the glistening blue in the sunshine.
Hmm..At least it was quiet until the random gatty house opposite started on again with their spasmodic bursts of manic laughter. Its quite amusing, this laughter appears to emanate from not one but two houses...bizarre really.
Oh dear..I am rambling. I don't care. There is nobody to tell me to shut up, and I don't ramble often. I got worried before. It occurred to me that in a couple of years I will have to be in proper employment. Thats it. The end of childhood. Truly. Forever. Amen. But I have no idea what I want to do. I know this applies to almost everybody..but I don't even know what I'm good at or what skills I have. I think I may become a recluse and write books about Richard III. Yes, that would be fun.
I was walking to Safeway yesterday with Anna, and we toddled past a row of generic houses. It occurred to me that that will be me living in an average street, with a house that looks like the one next door. I will be the generic adult with 2.4 children. I don't want to be like that. Do you shrivel up and die when exposed to the mundanities of life? No more randomness, godammit!! Hmm.. Even conversation with friends..Is`there a point when it turns from
'I know lets flashmob Safeways!!' ' Thats going on the quoteboard'
'lets play hide and seek!'
TO
'Oh Maureen, that lampshade would go lovely in your living room.'
' Do you think the lilac will go with the pale blue???' 'Eat your tea and do your homework.' ?????????
I suppose Its up to you to maintain your sense of fun and humour. Ahh well, that was cathartic..must sleep and dream of sheep...
I love how the title of this journal is 'event' ha, thats a laugh! Spent most of the day wandering and worrying about summer jobs. Need to apply for more French jobs to save me from my bloody mum! 'Nag, nag, but I love you so much which is why I have so many ideas about the directin of your life, but I don't want you to leave home, and why I get upset when you criticise the bloody table decorations..' 'You can't have a life darling, don't be silly.' I love her, but I wish she would endorse the laissez-faire parenting of my father. At least he lets me do what I want (hehe)
Its that time of night when everything is oh-so-quiet. Went out to see the sea. It was`beautiful. I love the contrast between the gentle happy, summery feeling that it always has during the day, and the eerie stillness at night when it is almost threatening. Dark, beguiling waters as opposed to the glistening blue in the sunshine.
Hmm..At least it was quiet until the random gatty house opposite started on again with their spasmodic bursts of manic laughter. Its quite amusing, this laughter appears to emanate from not one but two houses...bizarre really.
Oh dear..I am rambling. I don't care. There is nobody to tell me to shut up, and I don't ramble often. I got worried before. It occurred to me that in a couple of years I will have to be in proper employment. Thats it. The end of childhood. Truly. Forever. Amen. But I have no idea what I want to do. I know this applies to almost everybody..but I don't even know what I'm good at or what skills I have. I think I may become a recluse and write books about Richard III. Yes, that would be fun.
I was walking to Safeway yesterday with Anna, and we toddled past a row of generic houses. It occurred to me that that will be me living in an average street, with a house that looks like the one next door. I will be the generic adult with 2.4 children. I don't want to be like that. Do you shrivel up and die when exposed to the mundanities of life? No more randomness, godammit!! Hmm.. Even conversation with friends..Is`there a point when it turns from
'I know lets flashmob Safeways!!' ' Thats going on the quoteboard'
'lets play hide and seek!'
TO
'Oh Maureen, that lampshade would go lovely in your living room.'
' Do you think the lilac will go with the pale blue???' 'Eat your tea and do your homework.' ?????????
I suppose Its up to you to maintain your sense of fun and humour. Ahh well, that was cathartic..must sleep and dream of sheep...