It is 4.05 am and I am wide awake. This is bad news for my body clock, good news for my blog. I'm happy as Larry these days, and I have plans. Lots of 'em.
Next term I'm going to get outside more often, I adore nature so why am I not surrounding myself in it? I love everything about being outside, the smell, the feel of the fresh air on my skin, the sun, the rain, the wind. I like it all.
In the words of Florence: Happiness hit her like a train on a track. Although, that similie has strange connotations, as if happiness is bad, to compare happiness with getting hit by a train is not something I've ever considered, which is probably why I'm not as rich as her.
I'm revising a very small amount of public affairs and law, but that is better than nothing and will bring me one step closer to passing my first exam this year.
Uni has been a lot more intense than I had imagined. But I know that when I surface from it all the sun will be shining.
Speaking of sun, I would really like some of that please. We've had a really lovely day today and I spent it on the beach doing gymnastics, running, and just admiring the sea. It really is incredible.
I'm really looking forward to going back to Bournemouth now, it seems every time I come home it's a little less fun, although I can't deny I miss the scenery here more than anything. Pembrokeshire is really inexplainably beautiful. I wish I could take it with me to whatever city I will have to live in in order to get my dream job.
I want to be a radio presenter if I haven't already mentioned it. I had work experience at a local radio station over a year ago now and the second I sat behind that desk I knew that was what I wanted to do. I feel right there. And I plan on knocking the fantastic Fearne Cotton off her spot at Radio One in the next seven years. So watch out FC , JA has plans! ( I do, of course want to be Miss Cottons best friend, but knowing I have no where near enough cool points for that, I've decided to save myself the heartache and write that friendship off straight away)
Tomorrow me and my 'Sister' are going shopping in charity shops for sheets and silver bodypaint. It's a friends party in the evening and we plan on being anything but sexy.
'Sister' has also decided to shave one side of her beautiful brown hair off in a moment of completely characteristic madness. I love my friends. I love that Butterfly is as mad as a hatter in the most entertaining and endearing way, I love that no amount of asshole under educated racism can stop Wife from being the most colourful and hilarious person I know, I love how even though Biki is on the other side of the world doing the most amazing things, she still wants to know what I'm up to. And I love that Lucie still knows how to make me laugh hysterically after almost a year of not seeing her.
Okay, 'The Whora Chronicles' need a mention here. The Whora Chronicals are a set of short stories written by the one and only Vallance about a certain young lady (who is actually alright) who was sleeping with my boyfriend for quite sometime. In these rather graphic short stories Whora has dead animals sewn onto her face and dies several times(among other, unmentionable things). And I am not a bitter person, but they healed my broken heart better than anything else I've ever known. Pure comedy and exactly what I needed to get out that whatever it was I was feeling back then.
One day, they will be best sellers. I just know it.
I haven't taken interest in anyone for quite a long time, that seems to have changed as of late. Which I'm more than happy about. I will say no more to avoid being creepy and over keen.
There's not much left to say now apart from my boobs wont stop growing and I like them how they are right now, which is a pain, and also, if anyone has any quick solutions to a perfect booty, let me know.
JoJo xx
I wrote this post listening to: Regina Spektor
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