Archive | July, 2012

Welp.

31 Jul

So here we finally are. It’s been all I’ve been banging on about for months and the time is nigh.

TOMORROW I GET TO SIT ON A TRAIN FOR ABOUT NINE HOURS IN ORDER TO GO TO SCOTLAND FOR THE BEST PART OF A MONTH.

This is the calm before the storm that is the Fringe though.

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Not A Bit Like Narnia.

30 Jul

Right.

If there’s one thing I’m not good at (who am I kidding? There are plenty of things that I’m not good at, but we simply don’t have to time to talk about all of those things) it’s packing.

I’ve always been pretty cack handed at it.

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Life After Festivals.

29 Jul

So, er…in a month’s time I’ll be back home in Plymouth. I’ll have been away, and will now be having to deal with the horrific comedown off the back of the Fringe.

The last two years I’ve cried on the train back.

In 2010, I wouldn’t stop sobbing in the car after my parents came and picked me up from the station.

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Work. Complete.

28 Jul

And that’s me done with work until after Edinburgh.

Woop-de-flipping-do.
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LIMPICS.

27 Jul

IT’S FIFTEEN MINUTES UNTIL THE OLYMPIC OPENING CEREMONY.

I’m really quite excited.

I’ve already almost done a bit of a cry, so that’s all pretty ideal considering I’ve got a lot of non-waterproof mascara on.

Seriously, you should be watching it now instead of reading this.

Go. Go now. GO.

Paranoia?

26 Jul

There’s nothing quite like every member of staff telling you how nice your hair looks to make you incredibly paranoid about how awful your hair’s looked for the rest of the time they’ve known you.

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Countdown.

25 Jul

Waaaaaaaaaaaa.

This time next week…you’ve guessed it. I’ll be in the beautiful, but hilly city of Edinburgh for my month long adventure.

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Pork Pie Gate (and another awesome announcement).

24 Jul

Last night’s 10 hour mammoth sleep did me the world of good.

It didn’t, however, do my breakfast any good. It turned out that Dad decided to eat what I had deliberately left for my breakfast this morning after I’d gone to bed. There wasn’t an apology of sorts, merely a half hearted suggestion of “Well, there’s a pork pie in the fridge…”

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No Swallowing of Flies or Other Creatures.

23 Jul

The sun is still out, and it’s barely 8:30pm, but I am already in bed, about to go to sleep.

When did this sort of old woman type behaviour start? I’m quite horrified.
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The Mists of the Illusion

22 Jul

A suitably epic title for a blog so mundane, even I was a bit reluctant to write it.

I’ve not missed a day yet, but tonight I’ve felt particularly apathetic towards the whole thing.

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