I saw where Shakespeare was born today and I also saw his grave.
The sign in the Christmas Shop told me that it is only 137 more sleeps until Christmas. That makes 126 more sleeps until my birthday. I had a waffle the size of my head. I found Harry Potter in a secondhand bookstore. It was all wonderful.
So many things happen between morning and night, and we could never capture all the sensations and feelings and words and different tastes of chocolate. But there is a lifetime in a day; maybe Shakespeare, too, saw light in a stranger’s eyes and maybe he, too, counted the sleeps to Christmas Day.
Everytime I hear Edith Piaf sing «Je ne regrette rieeeeen!» I immediately remember all the things that I regret every single day. Not deep stuff, just things like, I can‘t believe I didn‘t get glasses when I was fifteen! I look so much better wearing those! So, to keep myself from doing a mistake again, I created a list in my diary a while ago (my love for lists is deep!), and today I decided to share it with you. So bear with me!
- Not using the bathroom before leaving the house
I always have to pee as soon as I‘m out of any building where they had toilets. I think I must run across the town on an almost daily basis to get to a store where they have free bathroom facilities (it‘s the LOEB Warehouse, in case you‘re wondering. And there‘s always a line) – just because I‘m too stubborn to do it at uni or wherever.
- Taking a mug of tea to bed
This already sounds like a terrible idea, yet I never learn. Today I‘ve spilled tea three times, because I constantly place it next to my feet. Smart, huh?
- Not feeding my cat
Not that Mr Frodo ever has to starve, but he gets really mean when he’s hungry!
- Eating TimTam the normal way
So, a friend recently showed me a video of Carrie Hope Fletcher eating TimTams and I will never stop regretting not having done it her way all my life. So much wasted happiness!
- Leaving my book at home
Never, under any circumstance, leave the book you‘re reading at home, because you think you‘re not gonna need it. I‘m taking books to parties, lectures and on hiking trips; there is nothing worse than being bored and not having a book.
- Joining Instagram
There’s no turning back, I’m loving it way, way too much!
- Not telling people how I really feel
Okay, so there is deep stuff in my diary (and it‘s not just descriptions of the taste of deep fried mars bars!). I don‘t even mean that in an exclusively romantic sense. Telling someone you love them is always the way to go, even if you‘re not in love with them. I‘m always happy to hear that I‘m not just the annoying squeaky person I sometimes see myself as. And I‘m sure others feel the same way.
So, there you go! As far as this goes, I haven‘t actually managed to change at all. Except for the TimTam thing (although, it‘s reason number three for spilling my tea today!). It‘s not a very long list, so I suppose I could just look past it and sing along to Madame Piaf!
Btw, for those of you who are not following me on Facebook, my wonderful friend Inga, who travelled the UK with me, made a gorgeous video montage of our time on the island. It‘s so worth the ten minutes, I promise!
Rien, de rien!
In a number of ways I think I have never quite grown up. I know how to pay my bills and I vote on a regular basis and I like alcoholic beverages. But there is no way I can keep my cool where Disney is concerned. Tangled was the movie that I wanted to see on my 18th birthday and I have a selection of Disney princess dolls in my bedroom that my friends have brought home from their trips to London, I know the lyrics to all the songs, and it only seems natural that when I went to Paris with my wonderful friend Samantha this weekend, we also spent a day in Disneyland.
A lot can be said about Disneyland; it‘s a capitalistic structure, entrance fees could feed an entire African nation and it‘s as overrated as the original Mona Lisa painting (it‘s like staring at a stamp!). Yet, I loved Disneyland! I put on my favourite dress and my new shoes and I wore my Minnie Mouse ears all day long, and I felt like a princess arriving home when I walked through the castle. It was magical, okay?
I got extremely emotional when I met Mickey (sorry to everyone who was queueing up behind me – it took us a while!) and I cried during the parade; I really wasn‘t expecting that but I just got so very excited when I saw Peter Pan and Cinderella, and there was music, and Jesus! Just too many feels!
My favourite part of the day was the Frozen Sing-Along. I have no idea how they managed to find a guy with such an immense resemblance to Kristoff, or what kind of surgery this man had undergone – but he can have my number any time!
They say that Disneyland is the place where dreams come true. That‘s wrong. Dreams will not come true in Disneyland, it‘s just a theme park after all. But it‘s a place that will make you believe in those dreams again. We live in a world that is so hellbent on reality that we forget that we used to dream of pixie dust that makes you fly, of enchanted kisses and Jinnies. Maybe I get a little too excited about things but maybe the world would be an inherently better place if people cared more about fairies and happily ever afters.
I hope you will dream of fairies tonight and of eloping to Neverland and of kissing all the Prince Charmings (yes! all of them!).
Lots of love from the roots of my heart!