Bedrooms

Between the hours of 7.30 and 8.30am this morning, I played the bongos, and sang to my make-up-applying, hair-straightening sister about school dinosaur invasions, and the wisdom of leaving your hair spiky so you can convince everyone that you are in the Cullen family, and make them all run away. I also came to the rather shocking conclusion that I actually like sharing a room. If only my parents had known this 14years ago - I'm sure it would have saved a lot of hassle in working out who went where.

Home

After six hours of train journey, mashed up with heavy suitcases and steep station stairways, I am home, and I am happy :) Just spent the evening watching Coraline (which I LOVED), posing for some strange but hilarious real-people-comedy-fight DS game of Dan's (who is slightly devastated that he has not quite grown taller than me yet), eating healthy and sugary goodness, and generally being slightly crazy :D My family are awesome. At the same time, after a week of seeing uni/ church/ choir friends, a wedding and general nostalgia, I'm realising just how difficult it's going to be to move away from my uni town - to the point were I spent half an hour on the phone to my mum a couple of days ago going through the various ways in which I could stay.

Here is home, and so is there. Manchester, where almost everyone I grew up with still lives, also feels like home sometimes, but not as much as it used to. In an ideal world all these parts of my life would be in the same location, but I'd probably appreciate them less then. I guess I'm lucky to have more than one town in which I feel loved :)

The inconvenience of not being made of lined paper

Today I was in a funny mood, so I took in a walk in a park, which is what I tend to do when such odd moods take me. During said walk I counted seven topics which I could blog about, because my head has been full of the type of deep ideas that only appear when you have so much schoolwork to do that you have no time to concentrate on them. I remember feeling bizzarely nostalgic for the endless museum outings that my parents used to take us on, most of which I found incredibly boring, and then I missed certain people I had grown up with, and grandparents I had lost, and even felt a strange fondness for my old school, which, let’s say, isn’t something that happens very often. And there was some all-encompassing point that I came to about all of this that felt slightly brilliant at the time (though it probably wasn’t), and now it is gone. It’s like it’s knocking around at the back of my brain, but I can’t quite reach it. This is probably a sign that I’m getting old.

The moral of the story: I need to have some kind of notebook and pen surgically attached to my hip.

New-look blog

I've been meaning to give this blog a makeover since the beginning of the year, and being in the mood for some procrastination this afternoon, I've just got round to it. I'll probably change it all again before you know it, and perhaps that's a good thing. I still like writing on here, though Dailybooth and Youtube vlogs make it a little less of a priority than it once was. It was only ever really about movies for the first two posts, so I felt it at least needed a name change. I'm not quite sure what the blog is for any more - I'm not exactly reading a lot of books at the moment - but it'll probably continue to be filled with my random typings when I am feeling in random mood :) And I feel there should be more photos.

The term is over, but I'm around for another week here as my friend is getting married this weekend, and the uni libraries are so much better than the ones at home. The dissertation still has a way to go, I haven't looked at the other piece of coursework that's due in after the holidays, and I have three exams on very different papers in the second half of next term, so there's going to be a fair amount of work to do over the break, but at least some of it is pretty interesting. And I'm planning to re-read the whole Lemony Snicket 'A Series of Unfortunate Events' series, so that should be fun.

Hmm, it grows dark, and there are 101 other things I was meant to be doing this afternoon. Goodbye for now.