Mims

The life of Mims
2004-08-30 18:56:57 (UTC)

Cecil and Martha

Ok, so I can't keep putting off writing in here forever.
Well, that isn't true actually, but I should write a
little blurb of what happened in my holidays and whatnot
since then, because I promised myself that I would.

Well fine.
I ended up having quite a rough journey into the airport,
as I made the somewhat questionable decision to go out the
night previous, even though I knew I had to be up by five
in the morning. My cunning plan to pull an all nighter
wasn't quite realised when I ended up collapsing on my bed
at 4, to catch little less than an hours sleep, which
rendered me a useless blob when we were getting all our
stuff together to leave.

In actual fact, there probably isn't a great deal to say
about my holiday, because this is the 12th year we have
been to the same place, and it follows much the same
pattern each time, only me and my brother get older and
more restless. We went to a different house this year,
which I must say was remarkably like the old house,
everything was pretty much in the same position. I liked
it. I especially liked the fact that there was a family
(well, I liked to think of it as a family. Gekos are
probably territorial, and for all I know, they were deadly
enemies..) of friendly gekos that at night would scale the
walls while we had dinner outside, sit next to the light
fixtures, and eat any unwitting moth that crossed thier
paths. My mother was very grateful for this, because she
is mortally afraid of moths. I called my favourtie ones
Cecil and Martha. Martha had a stumpy tail.

It was a bit of a shame I was supposed to go swimming,
because I fell over and did exactely the same thing to my
knee about a year ago (I just looked it up, 'So..' Feb
2003. I am sad.) and it got infected, again, so I am still
taking these ridiculous antibiotics that the doctor over
there gave me. They are massive and turquoise and look
like something vetinary that should be forced up a horses
bum. Thankfully, they aren't.

I red a fair few books while I was over there:

1-High Fidelity - Depressing, cynical, clinical and
emotional (a good trick) very true to sadly, my own
beliefs, even though I am nowhere near a midlife crisis.
Great.

2 - The gathering light - I don't know why my mother liked
that book so much. It was a compelling read, but actually
poorly constructed, hypocritical, and considering it was a
book you were supposed to believe was written by a
literary child genius, the descriptive elements were quite
juvenile and not very insightful.

3 - Touching the Void - I really must watch that
documentary now I have read the book. It makes me shudder
and I will probablu never climb up a ladder without
thinking of what those guys managed.

4 - Noughts and Crosses - Crap. I only read it because I
promised Sarah I would and give her my opinion on it

5 - Notes on a Scandal - Excellent. Completely brilliant,
and freaked me out big time about ever living alone in my
old age. Shudder.

6 - How the light gets in - Didn't finish it, it disturbed
me too much. I will have another go when I get back,
because it was actually written very well. I shall have to
stop being such a wuss with the content.

7 - Frankenstien - took a bit of work to get into it, but
it is a very insightful book into the nature of man. I'd
like to say I wasn't expecting that, and that it should
have been about a big green monster on the rampage, but
Mrs Richards out me straight on that one in year 10, I
just can't believe I only got around to reading it now.

8 - A short history of nearly everything - I am still
going with this book, and it is amazing. Filled with the
most utterly mind blowing facts...I will be dissapointed
when I finish it, because I am sure I will want to know
more.

I managed to get back ok, and since then I have been
pratting around the house, playing music really loudly,
singing out of tune, trying and failing to cook/bake
stuff. There really is no food in the house - all I have
left is half a carton of Soya milk, a stale loaf of bread,
a pack of Ryvitas, some Jacobs crackers and a can of Tuna.
It doesn't really matter though. As long as I have milk, I
get along fine. I was going to go up to the shops today to
buy some bread or something for when the rents get back,
but of course, its a bloody bank holiday. And there really
is no point going tomorrow, because I am going camping.

One thing that was a lot of fun is that I went out the
other night with Dave to Jo's breast cancer awareness
thing. I think they raised a load of money, and Ben
Joachim, Richard, and his Norweigian first year, Ola, came
along. I always thought that they were actually sort of
twattish, so it was really a pleasant surprise to find out
how wrong I was. I had some really nice chats with all of
them, including Ola, who I certainally plan to keep in
touch with. They invited me to a party in Bath next week,
which I hope I can get to. I must say I was very drunk,
and ended up climbing into the boot of Richards sisters
car, trying not to throw up as we veered all the way up to
Langland with six of us sitting on top of each other,
trying hard not to attract the attention of the police. It
was fun, and the next morning me an Ben went for a walk
for a few hours around mumbles, chatting. It was nice
because even though I never really knew him in college,
that just didn't matter.

Fran came over last night so that we could keep each other
company. Her folks are away too, and for the past few
nights we had independently been sitiing in our houses by
ourselves, freaking ourselves out over nothing. I think me
watching '100 scariest TV/Movie moments' on channel 4 the
other day didn't much help matters really. It was very
pleasant, sitting down catching up with her on all that
she has been doing (her trip to Thialand and ditching of
the loathsome Adam included - phew) and in fact, we sat up
until half five discussing life, the universe and
everything.

Ah well, back to my game of worms and ebay bidding for now,

Until later,

Love M




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