Random Rambling.

When people say someone has a 'selective memory', it's usually meant to be taken as some sort of insult, or, at best, a dig. I, on the other hand, am of the firm opinion that I have a selective memory. Yet I don't mean to insult myself in saying that. I hardly remember anything. Or, if I do, it's something completely useless, of no importance whatsoever. How it is possible, for example, for me to remember the entire lyrics of a song after having listened to it a maximum of four or so times, yet to not remember whether or not I went to Sam's Dad's 50th birthday party, without a prompt? How can I manage to recall Dad coming home drunk, having broken a DJ's set one night, but forget whereabouts in France I've been? (And I've been to France a lot. But I couldn't tell you, right here and now, the names of half of the places I've been there.) And why do I have the most absurd ability of remembering Eastenders's story-lines, and yet not be able to remember the most basic principles of European integration?

This has gone to such an extent that I have, embarrassingly, had to re-learn how to use the apostrophe. I don't quite know how I forgot, to be honest. At Secondary School, I was one of those annoying people who complained when other people didn't use it correctly. I even joined one of those stupid Facebook groups, complaining about it. But with time, it just went away. Until now. And now it all seems so obvious that I don't understand how I could forget such a crucial element of my own language in the first place. Things are going downhill. I blame age. And French. Mainly French.


Anyway, life! Unfortunately, not much to report. The most exciting my life gets was probably my dentist appointment on Tuesday. To make it worse, I was actually looking forward to it. Just as I looked forward to my opticians appointment today, and how I'm excited about getting a haircut tonight. This is not what I call life!

Revision is going as well as it can be; my bedroom walls have a million and one spider diagrams blue-tacked (is that a verb? To blue-tack?!) on to them. Not quite sure why I think that is going to help me revise. The words aren't, unfortunately, going to jump off the wall and into my brain. Somehow them being on the wall, though, fills me with some sort of sense of achievement. I don't quite know why.

Sam is good! I went round his Grandma's for dinner last night with him which was nice! He managed not to complain about work for about 5 minutes as well, which is a definite record =P

Right, that's probably enough rambling for one day. I'll write again as soon as I've done something worthwhile with my life. Either that, or after Sam and I have booked our holiday. So exciting!!

Bisous! Jess xx

Cahier d'un retour à la maison familiale (Cesaire reference right there - BOOM bring it on Cahier!!)

Body Butter is probably one of the greatest inventions on Earth. I smell of a, albeit very fake, coconut. And I don't even like coconuts. But I like Coconut Body Butter. Thank you, Body Shop.

Anyway, back to blog. I'm home! Edenbridge is pretty, very hot, and full of flowers. It's nice to be home, even though I have done nothing but revise since I've been back. Today I ventured outside to get some revision done, although to be honest I think I'd have got more done if I were inside. Whilst the internet cannot distract me outside, especially sans laptop, I am nevertheless continuously finding new distractions. Cue listening to a woodpecker for half an hour, sunbathing on the deckchair, and watching planes in the sky. Sigh!

Despite my continual distractions, both inside and out, I am somehow managing to get quite a lot of stuff done, surprisingly!! And it is for this reason that I think it is OK to see Sam every other evening, to go swimming with Daisy tonight, and go to Sam's BBQ all day tomorrow. I have yet to break my no-drinking-until-the-end-of-exams stint, although I can see it being broken tomorrow (after a whole 15 days and counting - I don't think I've ever not had a drink for so long in my life. Even as a child. lol) and on one other occasion in the next couple of weeks when I meet up with Nathan and Natalie when we go on our annual let's-go-to-the-pub-and-get-so-drunk-we-can't-walk,-or-at-least-if-we-can-walk-let's-walk-like-an-animal, evening. I do feel quite guilty about breaking my no-drinking though, I guess the test will be when Sam asks what I want to drink tomorrow and whether I cave in or not. We shall see!

In other news, not a lot to say! Sam and I are trying to book our holiday for September (seems so far away!) and if he gets it his way, (which is usually does!!) we'll more than likely be booking it through a family friend (his, as well as mine - what happens when you live in the same town lol) who'll hopefully be able to sort it all out for us - I think I'm more aware of the hidden costs of booking through an agent than he is, but he is, and I quote, "willing to pay the extra" so I plan to try to hold him to that! We're vaguely thinking Croatia/Gran Canaria/Icmeler, so I guess we'll see what she comes up with! Hopefully we'll have it booked before I go back to Uni for my exams (I've told him that I won't be going if we don't book it before Easter!), so that'll be something nice to work towards =)!

I went to Bath last weekend to meet up with some of the Erasmus girls which was really nice! I hadn't seen Fi since Lyon (reason no.1 why she should not live in Scotland!!) so it was really good to catch up with her, and then in the evening I met up with Daisy in London to go and see Wicked - which is definitely a must-see, it was amazing! I knew that everyone had been raving about it (hence why I'd wanted to go so much!!) and it was incredible; I keep meaning to download the soundtrack so I'll have to get round to that asap! We came back to Oxted together (after my mental day of travelling!!) where her dad picked us up and dropped me home - I came back as a surprise for Mum for Mother's Day (the Sunday), so crept in to the house, turned all the lights off and crept upstairs - only to see that Mum and Dad's bedroom door was open and that they hadn't got back from their play that they'd gone to see yet, so had to rush back downstairs, unlock the door, turn all of the lights on etc and wait - half an hour later they stumbled in (at half past midnight!!), and Dad stumbled in to the kitchen, pointed at the table (which had my flowers and card on for Mum), Mum said 'how did you do that?' and I popped up!! She was surprised which was nice, and a few moments later, having noticed Dad swaying around a bit, realized that he was drunk! Got a pretty funny video of him making not a lot of sense on my phone; very funny! Apparently he'd thought he'd take Mum to the pub after the play they'd gone to see, (in order to give me time to get home to surprise Mum), and in the process of the whole evening, had managed to drink half a bottle of red wine, five pints, and three jaegerbombs. Quite impressive for a man in his 50s, although I think he'll be the first to say that he won't be doing that again anytime soon!!

Think that's all for now! More revision awaits; can't believe I've just managed to waste time writing this! Until the next time!

Bisous!! Jess xx