On the weekend I went to Molloy Island (near Augusta) with 8 friends.
It was like the leavers I never had! It was the best holiday I've ever had. It was the first time I've ever been on holiday without my parents I think (if you don't count staying at El's for R&J). My friend Lauren has family friends who have the cutest little cottage thingy that they let us live in on Friday and Saturday. Cars have to get to the island by barge so it's all very exclusive! We just hung out and talked and ate and read books and magazines and played games and stayed up late... I felt so relaxed and comfortable to be myself. I still feel relaxed.
Today I caught up with two friends from school!
I bought a game today that Rosie had on the island called Bananagrams. It ROCKS!!!!!!!! Yayayayayayaya. It's like scrabble but with less rules. WORDS WORDS WORDS!!!!!!!!
Why can't life always be like holidays?!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Staying up too late, thinking too much and not getting anything done
I am the queen of the title of this post. Being 'on holidays' from work changes me.
When I'm not working I won't go to bed before 12:30.
When I'm not working petty things take over my brain during the day. Deep things at night.
When I'm not working the only things I seem to do are socialise, sit at my computer, and think about all the other stuff I should be doing.
I just wish that for once in my life I could be organised.
I just wish that sometimes I could feel like I have exactly what I want. I'm never empty, but I'm also never quite filled. There are empty places in my mind. And I only notice them when I'm not working.
I keep thinking, thinking everything until I can't think anything. I won't sleep. I will only think myself into loneliness. I will only think myself into confusion. I can't get any answers. I can't get any clarity. I'm just thinking in circles that I can't break into spirals.
Sleep is the cure - I wake up thinking the thoughts of the ignorant. I wake up with hope for the rest of the day. But I don't want it. Awakeness is an addiction. Sleep is coming down.
The day goes by at its own pace, but I have control over the night.
Time is mine until I sleep.
When I'm not working I won't go to bed before 12:30.
When I'm not working petty things take over my brain during the day. Deep things at night.
When I'm not working the only things I seem to do are socialise, sit at my computer, and think about all the other stuff I should be doing.
I just wish that for once in my life I could be organised.
I just wish that sometimes I could feel like I have exactly what I want. I'm never empty, but I'm also never quite filled. There are empty places in my mind. And I only notice them when I'm not working.
I keep thinking, thinking everything until I can't think anything. I won't sleep. I will only think myself into loneliness. I will only think myself into confusion. I can't get any answers. I can't get any clarity. I'm just thinking in circles that I can't break into spirals.
Sleep is the cure - I wake up thinking the thoughts of the ignorant. I wake up with hope for the rest of the day. But I don't want it. Awakeness is an addiction. Sleep is coming down.
The day goes by at its own pace, but I have control over the night.
Time is mine until I sleep.
Monday, December 3, 2007
CR8IVE
I decorated this with a fabric marker. It's got as many creative activities as I could think of. Stick figures are about the extent of my drawing skills, so it's very... liney.