typical chill out nights

Recently involves crawling under the sheets with a CS Lewis Signature Series Book (currently devouring “The Four Loves”), slowly to begin with because not only is every single sentence bursting at the seams with mind-blowing wisdom and insight, it is written using some words that require me to reach for a dictionary every so often to understand and in a style that forces you to read all without skipping.  I am a literary masochist but I want to train my mind to think and understand this way.

Also, I am saddened by the fact that Happy Lab is out of the largest size bulb of Cola flavoured jelly beans, which I love to snack on whilst reading or having another film/tv marathon with mother dearest.  Actually, the peach flavoured ones are pretty amazing, as well as the cranberry and apple.

I have also lit so many gifted candles of late, which is both significant and pointless to expound on here.  Our upstairs bathroom now smells of blueberry muffin, the bathroom of vanilla and my bedroom of something foody, which I cannot place.  I was so sure I wouldn’t go through the ridiculous amount of soy scented ones that my good friend gave me for my 21st last year but with the way things have been going of late, I will have none left by March.

I am massively heartbroken that I won’t be seeing my best bud for another couple of months (he cancelled coming down my way twice) for the simple fact that I feel like I’m falling apart at the moment and I cannot just give him a ring and arrange to see him the next day, no matter how much free time we have on our hands.  I curse you, distance!  I don’t blame the dude, he needs to get plenty of things in his life together—as do I—but the change that the move interstate brought about is still difficult for me to bear.  It was hard enough only seeing my friends every so often because uni work has swamped us, it’s worse now that we’re hundreds of kilometeres away from each other.

Alas I shall now check on the clothes in the dryer and retreat to bed.  Beat my unruly heart into submission for just one night with music and more CS Lewis.


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