This is it then I guess... I'm packed (ish), my passport's in my bag, my roubles are in my purse and I've said goodbye to nearly everyone, some people twice. Now I'm just sort of sitting and waiting until it's late enough to go to bed - I'm getting up at 3am after all.
Rachel got me an Edward Monkton card /\ and journal, which was super sweet of her, and got everyone to sign it, which was sweet even if Bomb signed it while I was there. Now I feel sort of obliged to keep a journal though :) I will do my best \ (^_^) /
Sian and I went to see One Day on Wednesday, and I admit, I loved it. Yes it was predictable, and yes, Anne Hathaway's yorkshire (?) accent was appalling, but it was nice. A bit like Atonement, but with a happier ending. And it had Romola Garai in it, and I think she's fantastic. She seems to have suddenly appeared in a lot of stuff I've seen recently (Glorious 39 and The Hour e.g.) but IMDb says she's been doing a fair bit for the last ten years.
Also, if I start spouting conspiracy theories anytime soon, it's because I've started reading WikiLeaks... you should too <3
one of those year abroad blogs, to save me having to tell everyone about what I'm doing individually \(*.*)/
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Friday, 2 September 2011
Friday, 26 August 2011
seagulls screaming kiss her kiss her
ooh, new blog <3 I've lost count of how many times i've started a new blog... this time it's powered by something beyond my own self indulgence though, so perhaps it's a keeper :) someone pointed out to me that by writing what I'm doing, I won't have to keep telling people, so read and enjoy then <3 I have a feeling it's going to be [disappointingly] boring, perhaps I will ...make some stuff up occasionally :)
I went to a spa for a few days with mum this week, as a sort of >>mother daughter bonding exercise<<, before I leave \ ('o') /. I had a lovely time, and we did lots of different things, and I'm a little ashamed that the first thing that comes to mind that I did was tried rollmops. It wasn't perhaps the best part of the trip, but certainly the one that's clearest in my mind...
Year abroad is getting scarily close... I have
still no suitcase though... there's time yet. time which I waste knitting at the moment, I have knit those mittens, a scarf, a sweater, half a bedspread, and I think seven and a bit socks. I say 7 and a bit because at the moment I have this:
I think I'm going to miss being beside the sea, even though I haven't been to the beach for a very long time. It's more the idea of it, I guess, knowing that I can go any time I want... I keep thinking of things that I want to do this summer, and I only have a week left to do them, it's not going to happen, I want to make jam, to go scrumping, to go to the beach and swim in the sea, and many other summery sort of things... but instead I'm sitting in my house, wearing my kigu and knitting socks....
I went to a spa for a few days with mum this week, as a sort of >>mother daughter bonding exercise<<, before I leave \ ('o') /. I had a lovely time, and we did lots of different things, and I'm a little ashamed that the first thing that comes to mind that I did was tried rollmops. It wasn't perhaps the best part of the trip, but certainly the one that's clearest in my mind...
Year abroad is getting scarily close... I have
- visa
- roubles ordered
- a landlady called Irina
- mittens, knit by my own fair hand
- an umbrella
| my mittens of awesomeness |
still no suitcase though... there's time yet. time which I waste knitting at the moment, I have knit those mittens, a scarf, a sweater, half a bedspread, and I think seven and a bit socks. I say 7 and a bit because at the moment I have this:
I think I'm going to miss being beside the sea, even though I haven't been to the beach for a very long time. It's more the idea of it, I guess, knowing that I can go any time I want... I keep thinking of things that I want to do this summer, and I only have a week left to do them, it's not going to happen, I want to make jam, to go scrumping, to go to the beach and swim in the sea, and many other summery sort of things... but instead I'm sitting in my house, wearing my kigu and knitting socks....
| it is a nice beach... |
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