I didn't think I was capable of reading 111 pages solidly. That was A LOT! But now reading is done. Also, I actually enjoyed that reading. It was about the British Empire, as one might have reason to expect considering it was for a class titled The British Empire. Not much happened today besides the reading, simply because the day was mainly reading! I suppose I did have a cup of coffee and an apple muffin at Waterstones, and I did sit in the most wonderful window seat to do my reading, nestled right into the turret of the wonderfully old building. I really enjoy working in there. It's a book store, as I'm sure I've said, but it is also a book store which "encourages browsing" according to its Google description. That entails placing an assortment of chairs of varying comfort-levels in random locations, most frequently by windows. And my little spot. Ah. It's at Rapunzel-tower altitude on the third floor, a hexagonal window seat, minus two sides, so a four sided-window seat settled in perfectly over time beneath broad arched windows, without window bars or a stupid 10-cm-open-only line!
The wifi doesn't reach the third floor, which is another plus. It's not that I don't like the internet or social media: that would be a hypocritical thing to say, and if there's one thing I am determined to try and never become, it's a hypocrite. So although I don't have a grand and passionate hatred for the internet, I am still glad that it doesn't reach the third floor. Sometimes I think of the internet as a creature - well, I think of everything of a creature of some sort - and in my mind it isn't evil, as one might think. It isn't dark and looming like a cavernous night or like that Sailortown exhibit in the museum yesterday! It's kind of like a dog, really. It's not the prettiest dog, or the sweetest, and it isn't a normal dog, because it never sleeps. But it is always watching, always on the prowl, and it's a temperamental dog. Most of the time it's relatively sweet and playful, but it can get pretty annoying when it won't leave you alone! You know those sorts of dogs? The ones that are sweet for a while, but just sometimes go over the top? Yep. That's my dog, Internet. So it's good to escape sometimes, although I wouldn't like to be away from her for too long... Maybe I would? I don't know! Anyway, I was able to focus for eternity up there in my tower. I loved it, and I will one hundred percent go back there tomorrow after class. Don't tell anyone though, because it's my hideout. (... she says, knowing full well that her dear dog Internet is preparing to carry this post to anyone and everyone who asks!)
Oh goodness. I'm sitting in Starbucks, because it's open latest, and I'm listening to a marvelous song with a title that must include "rollercoaster" because it's mentioned in every second sentence, and I had to stop myself from dancing. Music is fantastic. Oh my: Elvis' rendition of "Can't Help Falling in Love" just came on. I love this song! OOOOOOH and now Toto's "Africa"... YouTube knows me so well.
This is a very short story because I need to do my essay. I've done absolutely all the other homework I need to do til next week Monday, so I really have no excuse to not do my essay! I've even made my vlog already - which is appropriately short. I guess there isn't much to video if I'm sitting and reading all day. One thing I didn't video, which probably deserves a mention, is the fact that I went shopping - very economically, she adds proudly - and made a successful fried egg post-shopping. If there is one thing that living (sort of) on my own has taught me, it's that there are certain skills that are completely underrated. Like frying eggs. And cutting up veggies. And loading a dishwasher! It is only when you have lived with people who don't particularly enjoy loading the dishwasher, that you realise that it is a skill that should be on the compulsory part of the curriculum at every school in the world. And how to clean dishes when the dishwasher is full. But yes, frying an egg and eating it (that sounds similar to an expression which I can't remember at them moment... any help?) is a hugely gratifying experience.
And now I must leave this screen and switch over to my word document to write my essay.
I leave you with an "artistic" rendering of an angry cat, which I drew in Waterstones:
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