The title. I don’t know. I was just thinking… “What’s this blog going to be about?”. My mind shortly replied, “The future of my summer”. At which time, I endeavoured to come up with a witty title to define it… I will say no more.
So now we’re talking summer. I’ve been off for some weeks on account of my exams finishing at a crazily early time; one of the very few early things that comes as a pleasant surprise. We went to Spain, and as promised I captured some of it on my camera. Photos here (work in progress). Videos here. But since then, my time has been consumed (no pun intended) with drinking an excess in bottles of lucozade – orange, in case you’re wondering – and digesting 5 sugary ringed donuts per day. And, when I say per day, I couldn’t mean it in a more literal sense.
I think some serious mountain climbing is in order if I don’t want to be reunited with my old friend, Jupiter (inside joke there – yes, with myself). Meanwhile, I’ve been shifted out of my room so that the builders who are working on our house can remove my window. That window was my only source of light in the winter because the bulb in my lamp may well be brighter as the vegetable. But there we are.
If you haven’t noticed yet, this blog does appear very trivial, but to someone who has sat in a house for a week, alone, the movement of builders is more excitement than man’s first steps on the moon. Hoozah. I officially need to get out more.
But anyway, the whole point to these raving ramblings was to say my commitments with the offline world are slowly sifting away (the last being Saturday week – 7th July). At which point I’ll be available for anything. Even vlogging, perhaps, which hasn’t gone very well in the past, admittedly, but I maintain optimism. I have a few things to edit into creations as well. The usual summer dwellings. I’d appreciate any company from you fine people throughout, to make hasty warning to the madness which lurks in my mind. And that sounds psychotic…
