Chapter One.
Introductions.
I get inspired very easily to write when watching tv or films such as Sex and the City or the Perfect Man and no it has nothing to do with Chris Noth. I just admire the notion of documenting day to day life and for someone else to read it and discover their attraction to this idea. Would this entertain someone else? I don't know but it dawned on me recently that these are the days I want to remember. Do you ever have that annoying moment where you brain is triggered to remember something in your past but you can't for the life of you remember what it was that was said or what happened exactly? Well that has been happening to me a lot lately and I don't want to forget a moment anymore. So hopefully I can now recount everything to the best of my knowledge.
It's funny to try and sum yourself up without sounding like a lonely hearts ad.
I'm the girl who can make crumbs out of anything. I stay away from white clothing because I'm too clumsy to be trusted. I like cold feet in bed. I look at every spoonful or forkful of food before putting it in my mouth. I can spend an afternoon thinking about nothing and another thing which I first thought of but I can't remember now. I'm already slipping up on the not missing a moment thing.
These days are hectic, for me anyway. I have no work in January but the rest of my time is consumed with school, doctors appointments, going to the gym and attending University interviews, at present. Nerve racking stuff those interviews. I had one with Winchester Uni the other day and was surprised by the laid back nature of it all. Very informal, which helped immensely. The lecturer who interviewed me with two other girls was charming and reminded me of a better looking Derek Jacobi. I found myself attempting to be profound, trying to make myself look intelligent (hand gestures included). But when it came down to it all, at the end of the interview, the Derek Jacobi Doppleganger casually says 'I'm going to put down accept for all of you'. Accept? Just like that. Accept. For both of the subjects I applied to do there. Talk about dumbstruck. A wave of excitement and adrenaline came over me. All I wanted to do then was run out of the room to my Dad who was waiting for me in the student cafe. This is my incentive to achieve the best I can in my coursework and English Literature exam. After all what else is a gap year for if not to better myself. Next stop is the Portsmouth Uni Interview next week. It's odd, I thought I had my mind set on Portsmouth after the open day but since my acceptance from Winchester it's thrown me off completely. I'll have a big decision on my hands if Porstmouth accepts me, but then if not then it will be Winchester all the way. I want to be swift with my choice. But I keep getting this awful feeling in my gut that after all this bragging I've done that it's all going to get swept out from underneath me and they're going to take back their offer. Often a pessimist, bad habit possibly inherited from my mother.
more to follow....