Peace

There is only one time that I seem to find peace, and that is walking home from work on a Monday and Tuesday night. I'm glad in a way that nobody else walks home. Its just a quiet road in the darkness, and I can listen to my i-pod without distraction. There's something so beautiful about the sound of music in an empty environment. As if I didn't already know music was the most beautiful thing ever created, this period of 15 minutes confirms it in the same classic way every time.

And there's nothing I love more x

Day One

It's no good waiting around to start working. So I'll start with day one. Going to the reading room with Adam in about 10 minutes. Last night was fun, went to Adams and had a roast dinner with Chris Arlyne & Alex. Muchos enjoyment. Spesh with me getting dragonflys confused with insects with a long green tail....Why must I give this impression of myself?! My rooms already really messy! I don't believe it. Mainly because I forgot my damn hangers. Also left my black hoody at home which suckssss, but at least I have a navy one. It doesn't feel weird being back you know. I'm like a lightswitch I think. But I best get on with my day....

Tasha x x x

Jet Lag

I still can't get over the fact that in America, people are STILL going around saying "Happy New Year". This is one of my disturbing discoveries about America, along with the way they say route - they say it like ROWT. What the actual fuck is that? Anyway, enough about America.

I'm finding it hard to talk today because I have a dry tongue reminscent of the taste of berries (minus strawberries, i like those). I'm also getting gradually more annoyed with the fact that I can't say -th in words. It translates to -f. A classic sentence would be - "I Fink I'm Going To Go To Platform Free". It's painfully annoying.

So, I go back to uni tomorrow. It's more a need than a want. Although, i miss the people. I miss my people. I know I've got a lot to do, but I really can' t be bothered to explain why I'm always working. Sometimes I wish I was purely self-explanatory. I really do try.

In other news, I don't believe I left behind artic weather. When the hell has it been -10 in England before during the day? Somebody please tell me that's crazyness!

I can't get certain songs out of my head. Still love that moment on the balcony staring out into a never ending pool of light. It made me feel alive.

It really is the small things that count. x

Three "Floridian" Extracts

Prosperity, is it all its cracked up to be? As I sit in The Breakers Hotel in Palm Beach, Miami, I ponder this. Eating a meal worth close enough to 100 dollars each, I wonder if all the hype is worth it. You could say that rich people have easy lives. But, chances are, the things that make them rich have been far from easy. My Uncle has absoloutely earned his living. He is an absoloute inspiration to me. Prosperity means nothing in money, but prosperity in mind is priceless.

Chopard, Worth Avenue. Palm Beach, Miami. I walk in, sit down. What do I hear? Adele. Fucking Adele. Rain on me, just rain on me. Anyway, get back in the car. Tell my Uncle about the tax they tried to charge my Aunt. He tells me, "There's nowt queerer than folk".

Bice. Lovely Italian Restaurant. Chose the minestrone soup. I love the chunkyness of it. Then had risotto, minus the "sun-dried tomatoes". Eating my creme bruelle, then I hear Elisa - Dancing over the speakers. Why? If these people are trying to kill me softly with a song, they are doing a bloody good job.

Grey's Anatomy Series 4

"Being scared means you still have something to lose"

What truth there is in this quote. I am so easily inspired by the smallest things in life.

T x x x