Sunday, 3 July 2011

Ninety: Sunday.

“I was one of those weird children that just couldn’t talk to people, so I kind of had to make myself be not like that because I knew it was going to hinder me. I was going on stage trying to sing but couldn’t get anything out. My voice was quivering but I knew that I just had to keep on doing it because you only get scared of stuff that you don’t know; you’ve just got to familiarise yourself with it and then it’s fine.”
Karen Gillan

It is Sunday, the day in our household where nobody really does anything and it's pretty much guaranteed that we're all going to be in the house. I didn't really do anything significant this morning, just stayed in bed and finished listening to Michael McIntyre's audiobook whilst drinking hot chocolate, then got up and watched Penn & Teller from last night. It's a good show, and it's making me really want to try and learn magic...however knowing my lack of co-ordination and general clumsiness, it might take a while. 

I spent the afternoon downloading music...if you have any recommendations, I'll have a listen. I think I've got a bit of everything on my iPod. Made the most of the sun this afternoon whilst trying to ignore my mum shouting "COME ON NADAL!!" at the TV. Ate homemade scones and drank tea (because I'm British :P). Fairly standard day, really.  

B xxx :)

Reading: High Fidelity by Nick Hornby (still...).
Listening: What You Know by Two Door Cinema Club.

Watching: The Railway Children (re-visiting my childhood). 
Drinking: Tea. 
Eating: Scones. 
Smelling: Feet. 

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