Friday, January 14, 2011

On how life is like, so unfair.

Recorded here for posterity and because I want to use this in her 21st birthday speech.

My 14 year old sister just threw herself against her bed in a fit of hysteria because my father would not permit her to take the following items to the French Alps:
  • A pair of flip flops.
  • A tropically-printed ruffle mini-skirt.
  • Three off-the-shoulder midriff t-shirts.
  • Jean shorts.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Having one set of underpants for a week is worse than you think.

The state of my bedroom :

I'm going to France for three weeks on Saturday and I haven't got a suitcase at present and this mess is something up with which I will not put. I'm terrified that I'm going to leave something incredibly important at home because my stuff isn't contained yet (Like my orange bangle, which has somehow become the embodiment of all my nervous distress and I keep moronically moving it from place to place because OH NOES CAN'T FORGET ORANGE BANGLE).

Anyway, it's all looking like that time in primary school where I tried to pack for school camp into what was essentially a handbag, before realising it was never going to work and re-packing into a larger bag, only to leave all my underpants for the week in the little side-pockets of the handbag.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Quietly into the night.

There was too much here. It made me itch around the collar, not least because whenever I'd happen upon an old post from 2004 or 2005, I'd read it and think

My god, was I ever really that much of an idiot?

So now what was here is sitting archived on my hard-disk, backed up on one of those dual-mirror terabyte whatsits that didn't even exist when I started this baby. The internet holds only the ghosts.

Despite having left it to gather dust for the better part of two years, it terrifies me to think I just deleted all that. I think it was for the best. I am not that girl anymore.