The pics have no relevance to anything that I fee like saying. Or maybe they do. “Whatever” as in the words of a wise girl I Know . Probably the point of the pictures are to show that i have no idea what is a good picture and what isnt. Everyone has their own views right?From being lost in one place, right on the tip of England, to being lost in your own town...


So today is a first of what I fear to be many. Im actually tired of talking. Not typing as you might see, but talking. Just generally exhausted. Found it hard to breathe. Not depressed. Though I guess I don’t know what depressed is like. Just tired. Lethargy. Hope not. Maybe it’s the fact that during the hours of 9-5, I have done NOTHING.

Sat in the office, an unusual feeling for a usual day, no idea what was going on. Ideas all over the place right now. I think I suffer from information overload. Too many things to take in at once. Too many thought processes each colliding with each other and running of the track.Same cd plays on my system as it has played for the past three weeks. He made it on his computer. Talented indeed. Especially the rain song with the Yorkshire accent, “is that you?”….who are you talking about geezer?

Another great man sits next to me in the office. Wondering why is he sitting in this room, why is he sitting next to me? He seems greater than one man, seems to be good at making people feel good. that’s LOVELY!


Another piece of good news. Football tournament. Apart from the fact that my knees go wobbly whenever competitions comes along, theres nothing better than letting a few curses, misplaced tackles and scorng a blinder of a goal…or at least dreaming about what you might do.Im walking across Westminister bridge with my top 100 songs softly taking away the buses, taxis, duck flute playing Chinese man. Dodging the “stop and take picture” tourists of Big Ben. I feel like a tourist every time. Always looking to the left, and then to the right. The sun setting over the London eye, light reflecting of numerous buildings. Ah, theres a nice song, “bye bye black sheep to the family”,(no subtle hints honest!) downloaded from another free spirited “dude”. Who sang that song? His father for all I know.

At the underground station. Not much to do apart from try and smile when the news of yet another delay is heard. Everyone queues outside the doors to the train. What,s the point. Theres another one in 2 minutes. Let the meat market fill up and squeeze through the tunnel. Il wait for another train. Still cant get a seat but who cares…Il pick up my kanji cards, Bored. Pick up my book. Now here’s a thought,“CONSIDER for a time how the world might look through other eyes…why might this be inspiring? Perhaps because unhappiness can stem from having only one perspective to play with”

Go home, tennisand gym are on my mind. Other things as well.... I have a strange passion as I step on the tread mill to not stop. To go on and on and on. I do that for 20 minutes. Im sure I could have done more. I come in and out of flash backs of moments of joy, sadness and utter randomness. Im just impatient (as my dad says), so I got bored. Swim and out.
Dinner, guitar, blog, sleep? Im sure im forgetting something. Il find out tomorrow