Well.. just woke from a short kip and have nothing better to do than update absolutely no one, I suppose.
My vacation has been.. terrible honestly. The first week was grand, relaxing and whatnot. The dales are beautiful this time of the year. Still a bit muggy warm here, but a lot better than back in LA. I bought a small digital camera before I left, but I left the connector cable at the house. So, pictures will just have to wait until I return. I recieved another haircut, and once again have they massacred it instead of fixing it. I don't think I shall let another person touch my hair with a pair of nippers again. Ever. You can see my ears. Tis horrid, I say. It looks odd, probably because I have seen myself with ears in a long time xD.
Anyway, onto the delectably terrible part of my escape. A short stretch ago, I had the unfortunate luck to encounter one of britains numerous terrible drivers. While crossing the roads, myself and another girl got a love tap from a slow-to-brake driver. She was behind me though, relative to the car, so all she experienced was a sprained wrist, I do believe. At least thats what the medics at the scene sumrised. I however, have had the infinate grace of having my left leg fractured. So chair ridden, and advised to stay off of it for a couple days, I was shipped back to London to stay with my parents since I most obviously can't hobble around on my own for a bit.
I've been in an apathetic mood since. Injuries bother me to an extent I can't even relay. Of course, my silence and absence has done nothing but get on Kal's nerves. In retrospect, I should not have returned here until I accepted my immobility and ruined break, but damn, I was awfully bored. Thusly, she's rather put out with me at the current time.. and I doubt she'll let up about it. She is right in feeling that way, but at the moment, I just don't seem to have the drive to even begin trying to fix any of it.
Though honestly, I have no problem talking to people. But they way to snap me out of my moods is not to try to analyze it. That is possibly the worst thing to do, because all it does it keep me thinking about it, and I get only more glowering. Most of all, I just need to keep my mind off of my condition. I need something to keep me from rotting continously in this boredom, not a inquiry as to what I think about the way I am.
Returning to the update- I get back to London, and have to deal with just sitting about with absolutely nothing to do. Luckily though, that includes the parents leaving me be as well. I'm assauged with that one blessing.
Now though, even everything on the tele has lost its interest to me. Since the bombings, thats all that is on practically. A tragedy, of course, but I am tired of hearing about it already. Maybe because it doesn't affect me is why I'm so uncaring. I don't have to worry about travelling the underground, and I'll hardly be busing it around the city with my leg like this.
I think I will be returning early to LA though. Being here isn't relaxing any longer, and if anything, I long to be in my own house again. Vienne has been fidgety as well, I do believe I have a record amount of claw marks during this visit.
I'll book a ticket for next week.
Vodou · Tue Jul 12, 2005 @ 06:30pm · 2 Comments
