You see, during the morning, when you go down to the beach to swim and sun bake the tide's up really high, the water's quite churny. It's gorgeous, with aqua blue water, soft sand and glorious weather, but then you go back to your resort, have some lunch, a nap, watch a bit of telly, then go back down to watch the sunset, and when you do, it's a completely different beach. The tide had pushed completely back, seriously, watch had been a few second stroll down to the water had become a massive trek, it's warm, but not too hot, the water's really calm, and the sunset... woah, the sunset, words cannot describe it. Everyone's just wandering around, taking photos, watching the camels, looking in the now exposed rockpools.
My parents went down on the night of our first full day but I was in a bad mood and chose not to go. They came back raving about it, and I kinda just nodded and smiled, a little bit interested, so on the next night we all went down again. I will not lie, it took my breath away, the atmosphere was so magical and everything to was beautiful, I felt a little bit emotional... which seems stupid to write now, but at the time was so true. We went down to watch the sunset every day and I think they'll be the memories of that holiday that stay with me forever.
The only downside is that I managed to catch a cold, it only properly developed the day we left, which just made the flight back a bit painful. But now I'm home again in Sydney and it's raining (a great jump from the tropical warmth I was enjoying in Broome) and I'm sick, and somehow due to a blocked nose, daylight savings and slight jetlag, I only got like four hours sleep last night, so right now I feel just peachy /sarcasm. Hopefully I'll still be able to make some good use of the week of holidays I've got yet
TV talk behind the cut lots of series are ending/starting, and I have lots of opinions.
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At 4.40 tomorrow morning a cab will come to my house to take me to the airport. Yes, I'm pissed off that I have to be up that early, but I'm also nervous. It's the first time I'm going away with just my parents. No Helen, no family friends, just me, my mum and my dad.
Everyone's been telling me that it'll be fine, bring some books, go swimming, get a tan, but part of me is just dreading the whole trip and I can't figure out why.
I guess there's only one way to find out what's going to happen and that's to go to bed and get on that plane... only time will tell. Wish me luck interwebs, I'll try to keep you updated
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M is being distant and awkward as usual. Fuck him. Waste of my time douchebag, I like him, I'm not afraid to admit it, I get insanely jealous every time he talks to another girl, but he's never going to like me back, and I just have to accept that. Fuck B too while I'm at it, just because. I'm far enough away to go down the 'it's easier to hate them than to pine over him' path. I know it just means I still have crazy feelings for him, but I really don't care.
I can't believe it's been one year since I started watching Skins, one year since that excursion, one year since Macbeth. It's weird to think back to that person I was all that time ago, who knew nothing of all the wonderful things that were to come, shut in her bedroom, marathoning episode after episode. I can still remember the roleplay site I was on, my characters, the music I listened to, it wasn't a perfect time, but sometimes, if just for a few seconds, I can isolate that fuzzy feeling of remembering it, when things were looking up.
I want to go shoe shopping. I want to buy sparkly heels and gorgeous cocktail dresses in all colours of the rainbow, and just start wearing them instead of normal clothes. I want to wake up one morning with perfectly cut and styled hair, that never grows, or changes, but if I ever get bored of it, I can click my fingers and pick something new.
'do i dare, disturb the universe? in a minute there is time, for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.' - t.s. elliot.
In a second, you can make a decision, which will change your life forever