Loose Ends

I love Ikea, it's so full of wonderful objects to better my room. Cushions, for instance, you can get them for something like £2, serious bargain considering you'd usually pay around £6. I have four such cushions waiting to be covered. Only one problem, the sewing machine seems to be a bit mucked up. I'll spend some time looking for the cause probably Tuesday. Too much of that, though, and I'll get a bit annoyed.

I've discovered recently (on a completely unrelated note) that I don't understand people who get up late morning to early afternoon. I used to be one of them myself (or pose as one) and, honestly, it just made me feel crap, tired, headachey and generally miserable. There's something so invigorating about being up first thing in the morning, smelling the cool air just as the sun is rising. But I guess those who do the in-bed-until-late-morning/early-afternoon thing don't get how I work either.

Post FYP madness is almost completely calm. My mind is focused on the tasks ahead of my finishing Uni now. Those loose ends to tie up. It feels like a storyline where the crescendo has just been reached. The moment that our hero has been leading up to for the last three years has finally passed, she's succeeded at being in the right place at the right time. Now all that's left are those sub-stories, the secondary romances - will they? won't they? - the dead need burying; the army needs disbanding; life returning to normal. No more turmoil, just restoration of normality. That's what my next assignments feel like, the loose ends.

I'd forgotten how much letting someone else read my work actually inspires me to write. Perhaps when I'm done with these other assignments I can get back to writing the new version of Just Out of Reach. From the two people who have read the creative piece I submitted as my FYP, I have heard that it has an addictive quality: a great sign. It makes me wonder if this piece can get me a first... seriously, that'd be great.

My eyes are now firmly set on Malta this summer. I'm looking forward to what could be seen as a trial run for living with Ash (as it looks like Mark may be living with him when he moves over here. In turn that means I'll be spending a lot of time there too, though probably not living there for some months). The sun, the sea, even the dust are all things I miss about Malta. I also miss the carefree feeling that I feel when I'm there, and after this year I'll need that. I'm looking forward to Sicily too, but that's another story.

In other news: with the purchase of origami paper yesterday, came the exploration of certain folding artistic stuffs (seen in the Origami Treasures page) and I now have a whole collection of dragons. It's fun and I've memorised several patterns so that I don't need to look them up. I've been thinking of a use for them, and believe I've come up with something... but that's for me to know.

Anyway, it's getting late and I should be heading to sleep to get up bright and early. Later readers.