evidently, the answer is obviously yes. my day has shown better qualities than yesterday, and by better i mean more constructive. and by more constructive i mean i found my work that i had lost and managed to get my english coursework handed in, which leaves me now with this lovely bit of spare time in which im going to write this pointless little blog with the sun burning the right side of my face and watching gormless goths wonder past the window im sat by. the pressing sense of urgency to do work has left me, which isnt particularly good but then again, theres only so much work im willing to do before i have a social and mental breakdown and someone finds me slumped in my work station with a particularly sharp HB pencil jabbed into my left eye socket and a variety of paper cuts running across my wrists from the impending doom that is my work load. speaking of impending doom, apparently the side affects from taking phsyllium husk could cause death, and one of the symptoms of this kick back from the almost-laxative husk is that you have a sense of "impending doom" (it has to be true, coz it was on wikipedia). but then i thought if i did have this awful side affect was, metaphorically speaking, going to pop my clogs, then perhaps i wouldnt notice? i already have a sense of constant doom upon my own being and this shitty little planet we live on. another side affect is a nasty rash, which is something i get when i have a thorough dance off with meg... i know what youre thinking right, i dont know how dancing can give you a rash either.
anyway, i thought id relay my plans for summer while im here and this incessant sunlight in my eyes is reminding me of summer a little too nostalgically, so, my plan for the summer is;
- come june 28th when my last exam is over, spend a week or so molesting my darling boyfriend before i decide to flee the country.
- decide whether im going to get a flight to pisa or am i going to get a train and stop off and eat some continental olives from other countries? potentially interesting, potentially could end in tears with me being lost, mugged and stabbed.
- get to italy eventually, get on my dads much admired camp site and recharge my zen and juju in the blistering sun whilst in the "triangulation". (for anyone who is wondering what said triangulation is, its a triangular composition of very large logs that my dad resurrected in the middle of the field as a heli-pad for incoming UFO's and other unwanted mystical bullshit)
- wake up at 9am every single day all swollen in my sleeping bag with meg equally as spongey and porous as me, with beads of sweat in the creases of my eyelids and across my upper lip, roll out of the tent and feel sorry for myself for a while whilst the sun continues to steam my body like salmon boil-in-a-bag, or one of them machine fatties get when theyre steamed up and sweat off loads of weight and come out looking like a relaxed scrotom.
- drink lots of beer, smoke lots of fags, burn lots of skin, pick lots of spots, swim in lake, piss on lots of trees, not wash my hair and/or body, eat couscous, drink 6 litres of water, dance around the fire, talk about theories of time and space travel in gold capsules, sleep under the stars, listen to hendrix. that is the daily rota for the 6 or so weeks i plan to be out there.
- at some point i will inevitably be attacked by some wild animal and adopt some hybrid disease or condition and probably die in a ditch off the beaten track on the edge of a mountain
-whilst out in the hills i expect to see the following at some point;
- a bear
- a wolf
- a monkey
- a really large moth
- a stag
- a wild boar
- a wild man by the name of 'dad'
- a lot of chesnut trees
- a anthony zardis
- a tent so sweaty that it has developed condensation
-a josh davies
-a pete gardiner
- a eagle
- a abundance of hippies or white rastafairians
- a shrivelled and sun dired cousin
- a large pizza
all of the above and more.
now is my queue to leave this shitty classroom and do something half constructive with the rest of my afternoon, i.e go flake out somewhere in the sun.
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