Faith moans about her life.

Negative notes of the evening: we didn't watch 'Where the Wild Things Are', and I ended up going to Boscombe and later trekking back to Poole (which is a HUGE distance) with no shoes on because my Diana Broadways deheeled themselves and threw me into the road. It has recently rained, so the floor is puddly and I practically swam home, thus inevitably ripping my new Topshop tights and rendering them henceforth unwearable. I also fell over a disembodied branch and fell in a heap on the floor, cutting my palms. Fucking rogue shrubbery. I have done no work today, so I have an entire French oral to write and memorize, all my art coursework for this quarter and specification 2 Graphics to be done tomorrow. Due to the sheer vast size of the broken shoes contained in it, my favourite old hand-made leather bag ripped, AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF I bought a huge tub of Nutella and couldn't fit it in my bag, so I had to leave it behind. Fuck my life.
Positive notes of the evening: I had a long talk on a trampoline with someone I don't talk to enough anymore. She's lovely and I hope that this lasts, but I doubt it will since we're all leaving compulsory education in 4 months.  Someone who means a lot to me who was supposed to be going to Australia in two weeks time for a 2 year runaway spree has decided against leaving England (which, though I'm glad in a selfish way, is pretty shit for him). My room is finally tidy and I can walk around it without the fear of: a) impaling my heels on wires and earrings b) breaking valuable camera appendages or c) embarrassing myself in front of anyone who happens by my door. My mum just gave me a Milka. Life is okay.
I also wandered by a graveyard upon my merry ventures East, and, inspired by the poetic lyrics of the 'Return to Cookie Mountain' playlist on my ipod, scurried in, paying no heed to the strangeness of the situation in which I had found myself. I sat on a bench looking at the gravestones for half an hour. It was possibly the most peaceful half an hour of the year so far. It seems odd that I felt so comfortable there, just comparing the ages of the skeletons buried at my feet. I love being able to do things like that; I could only ever afford to sidetrack to such a degree alone. Evenings like these pose one of the foremost reasons why I appreciate social independence.