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(I actually have a good day to talk about today!) (Also it’s technically the last???)

I had a jam-packed planned day, so let’s dive in! I woke up pretty late, feeling really tired? even though I slept for a long time? Hate it when that happens.

Had coffee with dad in a coffeeshop (Moochoo) that I forgot about, very artsy and quiet, very Bristol. Had a very nice hot chocolate as I looked at the art on the walls. I planned to stay in town till I met James for lunch, but not knowing his arrival meant I just walked home, which was only 5 minutes. Went back after like 15 and met James at BTP. 

It was SO nice, we caught up, gossiped and just had a blast. We hadn’t spoken in 2 years but there was so awkwardness at all, we just dove in chatting like we used to. We updated each other and talked health/diets/relationships/life and it was a blast. 

After a long lunch I came back home, relaxed for an hour then went off to bowling with mum. I wasn’t sure what to expect. It was a bit weird but mainly chill. I played with mum, her boss and we were supposed to be joined by someone else, but they never turned up so we took it in turns to take her turn. It was pretty fun! I’ve always liked bowling, plus we had free food/drinks (even if it was really unhealthy) and it made me want to go bowling with friends back at uni!!! I was a little quiet, but the conversation was easy and there was some laughs. Went food shopping with mum after, picked up dad from meditation and I went home and did some gym research as I am so unhealthy and out of shape at the moment.

I’m currently listening to Hamilton and having a gif war with Fred. 

I know that this is actually the last day of June, but I hope to keep up with this (BEDJLY, BEDA, BEDS, BEDO, BEDN, BEDD) you never know!

Not only am I late, but I’m bumping two days together again! Oh well

28 - Yesterday was interesting, I had work early and opened up, and after making a bad coffee was given a coffee lesson (was a little patronising but ah well) and the shift went on. I finished and was in a good mood, so regardless of the MEGA rain, I got an iced berry red tea from BTP, posted the shorts for the vinted buyer, and bought a nice skirt! Walked home, and sat with the computer with dad for a few hours. So even though I was in an okay mood, I’d dealt with a lot of patronising and being told how to do things at work, so I was irritable. Mum was suggesting ways I could alter my skirt, but I was at my limit with advice so I kinda snapped at her. I was in a bad mood so after dinner I just went on a long dog walk with Oliver as I started to question myself and my lack of relationship and just put myself into a dark funk. I offloaded a little to a friend, and just kept reading the cheese comic. I ended up having a cider and watching chelsea with mum, which was nice. Then I was just so tired that I went to bed early.

I was going to not do one today (and instead just do a recap tomorrow) but ah fuck it.

Today was a day off, so I slept. Slept till midday which hasn’t happened for quite a while. I was actually a bit annoyed at myself about this, as I just slumped around the house with no plans. I never know what to do with myself when I have an ounce of free time.

I ended up photographing some more clothes I wish to sell (I am dissatisfied and disassociated from all my clothes at the moment) and went into town to donate some books for dad. I wanted to pick up an issue of Molly Makes (it had the mycakies blogger in one of the issues) but I missed the issue I was after, drat. I then ventured into the local fabric store (aka the Aladdin's cave) as I want to find a fabric for my first dress, but I had no idea what I wanted so I just left. I then stood in the street wondering if I should window shop or walk or something. I just went home.

I finished off my SALAD collage and talked BWH details with Fred. I also ended up finding a new webtoon comic called ‘Cheese in the Trap’ through a comment on a new beauty vlogger I’ve found. Funny how that happens. Through this vlogger I also had a phase of trying out hairstyles. Recently I haven’t been too happy with my appearance. I’ve put on a bit of weight since being home, my skin is okay but my hair is just my main source of irritance. It’s wispy yet thick, long yet not long enough. It’s always been live this, and as I have to scrape it back for work, it’s been looking ugly so I don’t look the greatest. I wanted to find a cute style for work but none of the tutorials worked for me (they never fucking do) and I nearly got to the stage where I get majorly pissed off at my lack of beauty (and skills) but I just gave up and had a nice dinner. Watched Sewing Bee and kept reading the odd cheese comic. I have a bad habit of skim-reading so I keep missing the plot. Ah well.

I have work early tomorrow so it’s back to my weird routine.

I am REALLY slacking with these.

25 - Yesterday just ended up being a bitter day. 9 hour shift, had time for a nice bath in the morning but it’s tiring. Not used to more casual workplace environment (my last job was stricter, more structured and I had more breaks :/) the shift ended with me not doing things right and ugh. I felt so stupid and annoyed. Went to bed early after barely eating dinner.

I’m really starting to fall off the bandwagon! But I push on. I’m going to talk about two very contrasting days.

23 - Sigur Ros day! I had a nice little lie-in, and then got dropped off by mother (she was on her way to work) so I could print out her ticket for Sigur Ros. I went to the library, and let me tell you, I used to have a very committed relationship with the library. But then I lost my card and it went to shit. So I got a new one! I felt so old when they told me they had wifi, wtf, they barely had new books last time I visited. Times change. I tootled off home, but voted on my way back at my very old primary school, very odd. Satisfied with my decisions, I walked back and bumped into dad walking Oliver. I aimed to have a bath as soon as I got back, but I loitered upstairs not having a bath. Bathed, decided what to wear, and then we were off to Bristol. I felt off though, like, just off. I read Nina Stibbe’s fiction book, and we arrived. We walked around a little bit trying to decide where to have a drink, but my parents were being fussy and I was feeling not myself so it was just a weird time. We ended up at a Prezzo, where I had a disappointing mint tea (fucking twingings shit) and then a nice risotto. I think I was just nervous, but I was feeling weird and my mind was playing tricks, so I ended up chatting to myself in the toilets. Weird times. Then, Sigur Ros. The weather wasn’t spectacular, but it was dry. Damn it was cold, we only dressed for a warm evening, and brought a blanket. We aimed to find seating...but so did like 100 others. So we sat on the floor for a while, before the amphitheater seats started to open up, so we shot in there. Then, after a weird opening act, the concert started. Wow. I stood in the crowd for a little at the start, listening to the one song I knew the most (Starálfur) and I had a few spine-tingling moments, and a realisation of adulthood, but nothing really shook me to my core. I sat with my parents and listened to the intense music, with the crazy light show and squawking seagulls. We could see people across the bay listening to the music for free which was amusing. It was nice, cold, but nice. We are prepared with knowledge for outside concerts, and I appreciate Sigur Ros so much more. The encore song was amazing, I need to find out what it was. After a nice drive home, I literally just went to bed, as I sadly had working in the morning.

And then I was 20! 

I had a really, really lovely day today. Like, it was completely good, and that doesn’t happen often. I rose later than I have done the past few days, relaxed in bed for a bit and then was beckoned down to see the birthday spread. Discussed the plans for the day, had a bath, and I finished watching the OITNB finale...wow.  Then, we moved onto Broadway! We went to this nice little coffee shop, and I had an interesting pouring hot chocolate. Pottered around, didn’t get the full experience as we had to dash home (Miles had to be fed, but was no where to be seen when we got home so) Mum set up her traditional birthday tea (crisps, sandwiches, cheese and pineapple, the whole lot, I love her) and I was given some lovely gifts (flowy trousers, pretty earrings, cooking book, dress pattern, postcards and the traditonal malteasers )

We then all relaxed a little bit, before taking Oliver on a walk near the nearly refurbished Daneway pub. The walk was so green and quiet, with the weather all day being grey yet warm. Oliver had a ecstatic time jumping into the river, which I haven’t witnessed for a while! But then he stank. We went to The Bell at Saperton nearby, and we were supposed to have a relaxing drink, yet Oliver attracted a LOT of flied so we skedaddled off early. Then, another treat meant getting a takeaway, so we had an indian from Robi’s (My dad has been going there for over 20 years, very loyal) and watched Versailles and MIC. 

I had a lovely day, I had a lot of kind birthday messages from friends and promises to meet up, which is so good. Sigur Ros tomorrow!

I did not forget yesterday, but I was so damn tired from travelling that I decided to postpone till now.

20 - The day started early, as I hauled ass to get my half 7 train, the first of 6 in my long day. The first lot of trains went pretty well, I mainly read. I planned to work on SALAD prep but I mainly continued my Brian Wilson biog book (so good, also happy birthday) and I hadn’t even finished when I docked into a rainy Bournemouth at 11am, ready to hop on a bus, then another, to get to university. Was odd to be back, but comforting. The exhibition was really good, like stupidly good. I especially enjoyed Photography, Film (they had a god damn set), Illustration, Fine Art and of course Vis Com. Saw Sally (shared a smile) and Sarah (we had a nice chat) but I was left to my own devices as I comfortably floated around. I finished earlier than I planned (like, a whole hour) and I was debating what to do, so I just went back to the house. I stayed for an hour (it had this boring, low vibe to it as it was so clean and empty) and packed up some clothes/art supplies/belongings and then jumped ship to the train station. I originally wanted to get an earlier train than planned to Southampton, so I could hole up in a Costa. But, me being me got spooked, so I just sat at Bournemouth, finished the Brian Wilson book in the sunny waiting chairs. Very idyllic. Then my last set of trains came, nearly missed my connection to Bristol, bought a vogue and bookmarked lots of pretty things I want to draw. Very tiring. I literally just had dinner and went to bed.