Time to Pretend

. The woman in the sweet shop off Leicester Square. I happened to be talking to my friend about going home and "going down. And by down I mean up" when she went "I do that aaall the time" which lead to us having a 10 minute coversation in which I learned she was from Durham, had a brother in Oldham, cousins in Burmingham, that she like Geordie accents and could understand when her parents talked in Hindi even though they thought she couldn't. And then having to apologise to the woman behind me seeing as I was holding up the queue and not even buying anything
. how colour coordinated the jelly beans were in said sweet shop
. my personal tutor. She ask me almost nothing about my course/how I was and we instead talked about the BNP, a good chocolate shop down the King's Road, the V&A, bad music and Vivienne Westwood. She is genuinly lovely
. the man I was following to London Bridge tube who looked very hard and gangsta but had a pink bag with a kitten on
. trying on a REAL Vivienne Westwood dress. OMG *WANTS*
. this (OK so it's not that quiet. Or at least, its not if you're me)
. post from my beautiful wifey. :D
. the fact that I am going home on Friday to see my family and all my friends who weren't clever enough to come to London :P
. my sister saying she'll make me ginger sponge the nght I get back
. my sister specifically requesting that I be there on her birthday
. buying music
. A&E by Goldfrapp
. the porter at my halls; "*looks at NUS card* You were pretty when you were young", "*mock ourage* How very dare you!", "*pauses* It's all the studying isn't it?" ... "You students! You buy all this stuff. You come here with nothing and then buy all this stuff and fill your rooms and then your parents come to pick you up at the end of the year and MOAN" ... *me collecting a parcel* "A present you say? Let me guess... for your boyfriend *makes underwear motions*", "No", "Oh... I'll try next time"
. the fact that I am going to the V&A tomorrow, my favoutire museum ever
. the idea of making my Libs tshirt when I get home
. the idea of doing ART when I get home
. the idea of meeting my friends when I get home
. home

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

Sæglópur

I am very cold. Very cold and not doing my essay. So I was thinking of cold-related things I want to do. Dispite the fact that I hate the cold, I have always wanted to stay a night in the ice hotel. As has mum, who also hates the cold.

But more than anything, I want to see the Northern (or Southern, I'm not fussy) Lights. They're one of those things that you can use the word "phenomena" for. They're so magical, so out-of-this-world, so increadable, so awe inspiring, so big. From horizon to horizon. Lights in the sky. And I love lights. How does something like this happen? Vast expances have always moved me for some reason. I remeber looking over Lewa Downs when I was about 8. How the savannah just went on and on and on to distant hills and the sky. I remember standing on the Picos de Europa in Spain and how you could see for miles. The poster in the geography room at main school that had a glaciated valley on it. And you thought "oh a valley full of snow" until you saw, in the bottom righthand corner, a small house. And you realised that this valley, this glacier, was miles and miles across. The plateaus we drove across in Norway, the fjords we drove round and looked down, the mountains we drove up. All that space. Its one of the reasons I want to go to Iceland, for all that space. Its one of the reasons I like Sigur Ros, because for some reason, they make me think of mile and miles of land and sky. You do geography and you learn about globalisation, how the world is getting smaller. And yeah, that can be great, but I want to stand of the brink of a chasm, look into the space and think "we haven't got here yet, we haven't tarnished everywhere".

photo from Image Editor on flickr

Ain't Got No, I Got Life

from supertreegirl on flickr

Accident and Emergency

I was feeling lonely
Feeling blue
Feeling like I needed you

There is something so wonderful about those lines.
I genuinly love this song. So so much.
[listen]

Let it Shine

It's been raining a lot recently. And contrary to popular belief, London has as rubbish drains as Slaidburn. If not more so, though that may be to do with the huge amount of tarmac that is abundant here as opposed to the miles of fields at home. Testimony to this is the fact that on the way home today, I came across a huge puddle just outside my apartment block.

It was wonderful. The road outside my apartment it quite wide and it was dark. So none of the cars driving along the road drove through the puddle. It was almost eerily still and it reflected the lights from the buildings around perfectly. Every car that drove past had a prefect reflection following it that appeared and disappeared with the puddle. And when one car finally pulled off onto the road behind my block and broke its glassy surface, it sent distorted colours bouncing off in every direction.

It's like watching life in HD. It's like what my dreams are like. Just much, much less freaky.

Photo from motionid on flickr

It Means Nothing

Sometimes I wish I cared less about what other people think about me.

Lights Will Guide You Home

I like the way the rain and the streetlights make the fallen leaves gleam.

London is prettier that Slaidburn when it rains. Slaidburn just looks damp and grey/green (apart from those few days that London could never beat, when it looks green and fresh and its goodrain and it smells so clean and fresh and wonderful. Those days when I want to run around in the rain (providing it's not too cold) and walk and walk and walk and I feel so... free. Stood in the middle of a field, with soaking clothes and squelching mud and green and trees and that smell and feeling just so happy. However, those days are few and far between.) London has cars whose head and tail lights turn to jewels, and puddles filled with glitterig lights and shining windows. Lights through water, reflecting off everything.

When its dark and raining in London I feel like I'm inside Christmas.

Do You Realize?

Do you realize
That you have the most beautiful face
Do you realize
We're floating in space
Do you realize
That happiness makes you cry
Do you realize
That everyone you know someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes
Let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do you realize - oh - oh - oh
Do you realize
That everyone you know
Someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes
Let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do you realize
That you have the most beautiful face
Do you realize..?