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Friday 16 September 2011

A vastly superior day

Yesterday was a day of wonderful things.

I wandered around the grass expanse of Bute park, toes clenching and relaxing in the lush grass, treading happily on loose dirt, or my outstretched legs splashing shallow in the river. The barbecue smoke washed through my hair, which I don't mind at all - for the rest of the day, every turn of my head would remind me of it - and the music flowed from the macbook.

Haha, yes. I was getting back to nature in true filthy-footed hippie style, and my cute, skinny, indie-boy friend was playing music on his macbook. I have more cute, skinny, indie-boy friends now than at any previous point in my life. They sure know how to make me feel flabby and uninteresting (on my worse days. Today, I felt nothing but enjoyment of their company. Take that, insecurities!).

The food was great, the company was wonderful, the music, and the grass the grass the grass - my feet were filthy by the time I'd stopped wandering around. Honestly, get one cider in me and I'm so much happier! I even clambered about on the stones in the stone circle grinning happily to myself. I do love Bute Park.

These photos of the park weren't taken yesterday, but they're mine and I like them. So there.


Yellow

Twisty

Standing stones

Scouting

And then, and then, a poetry event! Word4word in the yurt at Milgi. There were bad poets and good poets, a couple of stunningly funny monologues, Leeum doing his thing (that makes me feel like I've been set on fire with language), and one poet who made me take an intensely strong and personal dislike to him. Words have power, kids: they can make me decide you're a dick.

They can also leave me with a burning desire to write. I'm glad I took a notebook with me. It may look pretentious, sitting among poets and scribbling down poetry, but the ideas come thick and fast at those events and they never stay put for long.

To everyone who's comforted or checked up on me since the last blog post: thanks for caring. You really don't need to worry, though. Very soon after writing that emofest, I saw a song by Goldfish that made me dream that I'd decided to stop wallowing and get on with shit. So get on with shit I shall!


5 comments:

  1. Hooray for getting on with shit!
    Glad to read that you're having a better time of it.

    And OMGASAURUS, those photos are lovely.
    SQUIRREL!

    Also, snap. Ish. I had some time to kill in the 'Diff on Wednesday, so went wandering with my camera for the first time in ages. Bute Park was wonderful, and I pestered many a squirrel!

    I feel sorry for my camera though; my poor little ixus is now actually held together by sticky tape. I think it's time for something new.
    What camera do you use?
    And can you buy me one?

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  2. I'm so glad you're still reading! I was going over old posts and I always enjoyed getting comments from you so much. So thanks, it really means a lot.

    I use a nikon d40 and I love it with all my heart. I'm afraid I'm more likely to pawn this one than to buy you one :( hopefully it won't have to happen, but I'm struggling to cover rent so the day may well come...

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  3. SQUIGGLE! My resolve not to spend my rent money on a d40 weakens every time you put up pictures like that! Wants...camera...*cries*

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  4. Oh man I was looking through old photos and yeah, this camera is actually magical. Lookie: http://www.flickr.com/photos/thiefree/3876213856/ PRETTY.

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