Today was a good day.
I finally got some nag champa incense sticks, which seems to be impossible to get in Bournemouth? It's made my room smell lovely.
Also I bought two little books. One is a weeny one on Buddhism, which I've been looking into recently.
I think Buddhism has good ideals and I want to know more.
So I bought that little book and couldn't help but see 'Saltwater Buddha' ; A true story about a young surfer who left home and went on search for zen in the barrel of a wave. It looks like it might steal me for a week or so.
Anyway so those were my little buys. Oh no I forgot one thing. I got a cheap white tee-shirt because my pal Harry is going to help me tye-dye it. I think it will be successful.
I'm 21 on the 2nd February. That's really soon. That's crazy.
I also had a very confusing evening last week. Which I will not go into for my own dignities sake. But it definitely left me guessing and questioning and feeling at risk of being made a fool of.
Ooooh the mysteryyyyy. Will you ever know the truth....? The story unfolds.
Nah it's not really that interesting.
So tonight I was meant to go out for a drink with a friend but ended up staying in consoling one friend then having a late night Ukulele jam with another lovely ffrind; Gareth. He taught me some things which was very kind. We played about with my song a bit which was exciting and I even sang in front of him. Which only Victor, my famalam and an extremely select few who manage to catch me drunk and musical have ever witnessed. But it was chill.
Six Nations begins next week. Super duper excited. Bloody love Rugby. bloody love sexy rugby boys. Bloody love muddy, sweaty, sexy rugby boys drinking pints.
I'm definitely Welsh.
I've taken the liberty of giving myself a few days off uni work because I am getting excited about being 21 and that, I've decided, is allowed.
On a completely more cringey and wet note. I think I'm very cynical about men/boys/people with willys. Although I think I'm fairly good at avoiding being 'played' I do think I'm starting to get a little extreme.
Some boys are nice. And I wasn't ever denying that. I have loads of guy friends that are loyal and kind and supportive as friends but are douche-bags to girls when it becomes slightly romantic.
Maybe that is why I am cynical; because I know that it goes on.
Anyway I know it's too late for new year resolutions, but this can be a 'better self resolution';
To simply not be so judgey-judgingson-accusey-assumption-y.
This could go well or it could end in tears (mine). To be honest I probably will still keep my wits about me, but I will endeavour to be less brash about it.
Otherwise I will never get laid. With a nice boy. It's incredibly easy to get laid with a not-so-nice boy ya know...But why would you want anything not-so-nice inside your lovely vagina? I don't think you would. Basic principles there ladies.
I am the new-age wise woman Buddha.
Bold claims all over the shop today. Right, that's all for now
Jojo xxx
This post was written listening to the mind-blowingly good Under the Driftwood Tree
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