A Break From Space and Time
I am right this second, supposed to be writing about space and gender, with a touch of time thrown in there too. But, as you can probably imagine, unless you are my brother or someone who is able to concentrate for more than 5 minutes, I simply can't go on without taking a break, and alleviating some of the pressure that has built up in my mind. So, to the soundtrack of Lemon Jelly, I will write some pointless points.
Make Things Right
In The Bath
The Staunton Lick
First off. My camera decided to give me back my photos. The reason they had gone, was because it appears that I had somehow dislodged the battery, so the memory card didn't really work. Innocent mistake, if somewhat stupid. But the photos, having undergone thorough scrutiny, do no one any favours, so you can't see them.
Secondly, I remembered, that while at the restaurant, I was told that I, "...look like a beer girl." Quite what he meant I do not know. But he's probably right. I wasn't sure if I should have been offended. I'm sure some would have been, but what was I meant to do? Anyway, I drank wine that night. But only because the others were, and besides, I had already had a beer while waiting.
Thirdly, I'm finding it increasingly amazing at how fast it gets dark. Right now, I am sitting facing my window, and I swear it was daylight about 5 minutes ago. It's amazing. But, I do like it. It reminds me of when I was little, and I used to have to go to bed when it got dark (I'd just like to say that I wasn't born during feudalism or anything, my parents probably just wanted me out of the way), and then I'd get up when it was light. Great in winter, for both my parents and me, not so good in the summer. For my parents, that is. I love mornings, and this has been a bane of my parents life, not to mention any poor person that happens to wake up with me. What is there not to like about mornings? If you're lucky, you get to see someone asleep, which I just find impossibly endearing. It kills me. I just want to cover them in cream (or even better; chicken, but not quite as practical), and eat them. Anyway, as quickly as I'm happy in the mornings, I can just as quickly turn sour, unless I eat. My parents got wise to this fact after a few years, and began to put a yoghurt by my bed when they went to bed. That way, I'd wake up, eat, and then go and wake them up, happy and full of joy, instead of waking up, finding no food, and then waking them up with anger and hate. It's not a hard choice. So, if you ever find yourself with me in the mornings; feed me.
No idea where I was going with that... I'm actually a little annoyed, as I now can't remember all the things I wanted to write about.
On Friday I'm going to The L-Word convention in Blackpool. Yes, that's right, Blackpool. Why there? Perhaps they needed comforting after loosing the whole casino deal. Perhaps the organisers thought that the lesbians of Blackpool needed some cheer in their life, they do, after all, live in Blackpool. I speak too harshly. What do I know of Blackpool? Not much. My Mum tells me that I've been there when I was young. Do I remember it? No. Which doesn't say much for Blackpool, except for that maybe I wasn't speaking too harshly. No doubt, this will be quite an event. I've been told that the convention last year roughly resembled a sea of Shane wannabes, which I am hoping it won't be, but fearing it will be. Can you imagine? Thousands upon thousands (I might be exaggerating a little here), of little Shanes? Brrr.....chills me to my core. A sea of Alices? A sea of Helenas? Now you're talking. Anyway, I will be taking my camera, so I will post pictures. It is my mission to get a picture of Alice (maybe I should start calling her by her real name), a picture of Leisha, with yours truly. It will be done.
What the hell did I have to say? Maybe I will take a break and come back later.