Holidays, I mean. The feeling of waking up and knowing that not only do you not have to go to school, but that you don't even have to prepare to go to school in a day or two! HEAVEN.
Anyway, that's generic. I figured I would just give you a little rambling update, mainly because I am lying in bed, after just waking up at 11.30, contemplating breakfast and listening to new music Jemima gave me. Namely, the Bad Boys II soundtrack, complete with interludes and all. It's pretty great.
There have been a sad lack of photos, but I assure you that they will come soon. Tomorrow brings lots of Dreamworld fun (photos to come) and Sunday is me and Mim chilling at RaRa Superstar to watch (photobomb) the rest of Yani's photoshoot. Ho Hum.
NEWS. The singer, Emma-Louise I told you about from Woodford has an EP! She is purely amazing.
Also, my obsession with House has only been growing. Lee (cousin) just downloaded 16 episodes, so we have been busy watching and watching. Season 8 is actually the most amazing thing ever. Best quote thus far:
Wilson to House - "Well, Cuddy will be home in 6 hours, but don't worry, I'll just yell 'look over there!' while you shove a scope up her daughter's rectum."
hehehehehehe. Even funnier without context.
In other news, I have been pondering the egocentricity of this blog as of late. Ponderings include:
- Where to draw the line between therapeutic ramblings and self-obsessed self-shrine.
- When interesting and/or topically funny or even mildly amusing rants or photos become dull and selfish diary entries.
- Whether I myself have become self-obsessed monster like Beyonce, Charlie Sheen and similar, or whether I am just a product of society's narcissistic doctrine. I mean, is it bad that I have a facebook, tumblr and blog? Is that more than most people? Am I becoming a narcissist - and not a funny one like Woody Allen or Michael Mcintyre? Or am I just one of the classic teens of the Noughties, who our children and our children's children will read about and marvel over (although they'll probably all have their own TV shows by then).
- And is this really a disgusting tribute to myself? Or is it just some things I like, put out for the world in an entirely wholesome effort to share some cool things? Is it arrogant of me to assume that people care about what I like? Probably. Do people care what I like? Only friends. Do they even care? I wouldn't be offended if they didn't - I wouldn't care if I were a friend of mine. Even this post, being mostly random and pointless, is about me, my life and what I like. Kind of makes me want to yell at myself "GET OVER YOURSELF". Which is mad.
- Are these bullet points actually ordering my thinking, or are they just distracting?
- Never mind, I like them.
- See! That's what I mean! Why should it matter what I like and why?! Some of me says that it is my blog, and so I can say what I want, ego-trip or non. Most of me says that even people who care about what I say (to the absurd point of reading it!) won't care about my use of bullet points.
- How did this turn from non-specific rambling about MYSELF (irony, irony, irony) to a philosophical self-portrait (also ironic)?
- I should mention that it's no longer just before lunch. It is now 10.30 p.m. I had a break after the video about Emma Louise, then watched some House, then blogged about it, then left this post to simmer because I wasn't sure where it was going.
- NARCISSISM RIGHT THERE. Why would people care about my day? Am I being depressing, realistic or narcissistic in thinking about my own narcissism for so long?
- Where do you draw the line between relevant and (partly) intelligent inner monologue about egoism, and just a ton of rhetorical questions put to bullet points?
- There's another one. Rhetorical question, I mean. And bullet point.
No more bullet points. This has gone on long enough. The title of this post was originally "Happiness" (at being on holiday) but I think I will have to now adjust it to something whinier because I think I am on the verge of existential crisis, quarter-life breakdown or similar.
Someone help me out of my deep pit of self-appreciation and just slap me in the face to put me in my place.
Actually, don't. Whiny and irritating as I currently am, I have a low pain-threshold and would probably just become more whiny and irritating. So just give me a stern handshake and tell me firmly that no-one cares.
Love and hysteria,
xxx
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