I'm sitting in my (not really my) room, with a giant textbook and bucket loads of coursework. Outside in the street a street party is raging on. I know its fairly small, but its not tiny and I'm completely invited. And they're playing loads of music I like, at a volume I like with flasy lights (Lights are aweseome) and its dark.
Its a loose loose situation.
I could go outside, where I know nobody and would just feel like a sore thumb on my larry, or stay in trying to work to the sounds of other people having lots of fun.
This is tearing me apart!
Its really hard to concentrate to a backround of people having fun.
I don't even really know what to want to happen. I don't want it to stop, but I don't really want to join them either.
Bleh.
Still I wore a British hat today, and drank tea.
I'm a little diapointed in my lack of patriotism. I'm me, I'm supposed to be partiotic! Is something wrong here?
I don't really understand, but if years later it turns out I was replaced with a fully conscious but slightly imperfect robot copy of me, you can't say I had no idea. Because I just did.
What are British women supposed to do anyway? We don't get the moustashes or bowler hats, is is those weird pearl necklaces? I don't really like pinz nez, so I hope it's not them. If it is, I'll just be sticking with the monocle anyway.
I guess we all have tea. That's British enough for me.
And yeah, Brittish/English. They're interchangable.
T_T Stupid street party. Just when I think they can't make me feel messed up they crack out more music.
*fist shake*
I can't concentrate on colours and links because of the booming loud music that my brain keeps subconsiously tuning into.
Although it is fairly relaxing TBH. Coffee solves a lot of stuff I guess.
Oh and my cat had kittens.
I can't really belive that this massive event of cute and fluffles in my life has amounted to a couple of sentences, but there.
I wuv them!
Dude they're playing the hokey kokie.
ReplyDeleteIf I wasn't in the attic I cold well be tempted to go out.