Beach. Beach. Beach.

I had a lovely day down at the beach today. I do think the British are slightly odd though... 'woah! there's some sun, let's all flock down to the seaside, lie there for HOURS on our specially purchased beach towels and then go home looking like lobsters..' I was sat there, looking around at everyone - families, couples, groups of friends - and thinking, how typically British it all seemed. We ate fish and chips, we threw a beach ball, we tutted at people who threw their balls too close to our sand sculpture, we dipped our toes in the water, we smothered ourselves in factor 20 sun protection cream...and we still came home with a nice rosy glow.

It's the british summer. And it was good. x

4 Hours Sleep and a Theme Park.

So, i have concluded that going to a theme park when you've had less than 4 hours sleep, and a very sensitive stomach probably isnt the best idea. I noticed it first of all on the car journey..but blamed it on pre-theme park nerves and anticipation. Oh how wrong i was!! My flatmates bounced out of the car, whooping and cheering in excitement when we arrived at the park gates. I think to myself 'ok...maybe some food will help my stomach'. So i eat a mini chocolate bar. I feel momentarily better. 5 minutes down the line, and i feel on death's door again. Despite this, we head towards SAW - a rollercoaster with a vertical...yes, VERTICAL drop and going at goodness knows how many miles per hour! I strap myself in, the ride begins, and we're away. My stomach has better things to concentrate on for these few minutes, the most important being my survival. So i get off the ride, feeling a little bashed and rather windswept, and decide that yes, we shall go on Stealth.

So whilst we were queueing for an hour and a half i decide i'm not all that great at queueing, but in true British spirit i stand there for the sake of it. And as i'm doing so, a wave of illness/sick feeling/blurry head/dazed sensation hits me at full force. I suddenly feel incredibly ill, and i think everyone in the queue has noticed that at this stage i am now holding on to the railings for support, and my usually cheery smile has vanished without trace. So, ok, i decide that going on Stealth probably isnt the best idea for my health. I decide to wait in the queue until my friends have got up there, then make a quick exit - a far easier option than turning around and walking back through crowds and crowds of people. I wait. I feel rubbish. I wait some more, and then, low and behold, the ride experiences 'technical difficulties'. My heart sinks. Not because i want to be on this ride, but because i friggin' can't get out of the queue! Oh just my luck. So eventually, a further half an hour later, we make the top, and i can escape. (This involves struggling forward, speaking to an attendant, who has to unlock a special gate and let me out down a 'forbidden passage'). Exciting stuff. Sadly, the day for me was rather a struggle. And i couldnt even take part in the hot, sugary doughnuts! So, here i am, £25 down, completely shattered, with a bruise on the side of my head.

But what i will say is i do not regret having such little sleep. Sometimes, sleep comes second in my priorities, and last night was one of those nights. But what i will advise, is please, don't go to a theme park the following day :) x

A Source Of Inspiration

There's a story i really love by Haruki Murakami, called 'On Seeing The 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning'. Here's a snippet from the story, if you get a chance, search it in google, and give it a read. It's beautiful.

'One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.
Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert'.

x

I need a polo, and i can see this blog is going to turn into an obsession.

Oh, i knew i'd get hooked on this. Already i feel like i should fill it up with everything in my head. I really need to tell myself to go to bed. But i get stuck on a wave length, and i'll be on it for hours. I'm feeling like this blog is the best thing since sliced bread at the moment. I say that, but do i have any followers?! Haha. It's quite an odd concept if you think about it - writing into technology to capture a moment in time, a thought or feeling. I guess in many ways it is a way to document your life. Online diary? How many diaries do i need?!

When You Are Happy

A poem i scribbled down the other night. I'm not quite sure of where it was heading, or the particular meaning behind it, but it came to my mind and i wrote it down :

When you're happy
I'm soft and warm,
And when you're lonely
I'm stone cold hollow
So when you're happy,
Smile and take my hand,
Lonely sorrow, come and kiss my crown,
When you're happy
I'd wish to be that girl,
And when you're lonely,
I want to fill your frown,
Oh hollow baby,
Tell me it all feels the same,
When you're happy
The heart is full and beating,
Hold me tightly i'd cry and say,
I want to be his girl.

It's About Time...

I've been meaning to set up a blog for months now, and finally i've managed to get round to it, at midnight on a late monday night! I don't know why i choose to begin these things so late at night. I should be contemplating sleep, but night time seems to be when i'm most creative. I do love to write, i'm never far from a notebook and pen. Random jottings here and there - captured snippets of conversations, a line from a song, a thought that's just popped into my mind, the story behind my eyes. I'll share some of this with you...