The last couple of weeks have been slightly busy! Last Sunday I finally went to see the last Harry Potter, and I thought it was amazing. I was more upset about Harry leaving Hogwarts, than I was about leaving my secondary school! I felt so sad at the prospect of no longer waiting in anticipation for a new Harry Potter: after 10 years, it's finally finished. My new house mates and I have decided to have a Harry Potter marathon when we all properly move in. Very much looking forward to that!
The boyfriend came over the next day, and we attempted to watch Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, before falling asleep... at half twelve at night. Wild...
On Tuesday, he took me to London (despite the riots) and we went to the Tate Modern, where the Miró exhibition was on. I detest Joan Miró's work: my A Level Art teacher told me to look at Miró, as it was similar to a Jackson Pollock piece I was experimenting with. I looked him up, and though I could see the similarity between Pollock's piece and one of Miró's, I was shocked at how she could link the two artists together. Jackson Pollock was the first to really produce art how he did, using his 'drip' technique to create layers of lines and colours; Miró drew lines on a canvas and coloured in the shapes. Something you did when you were five.
Pollock "Summertime:Number 9A"
Miró "Melancholic Singer". Look at it. Just... eugh. Don't even get me started on Mark Rothko's work...
After a day of bitching about art (the crap parts of it), we went to the National Gallery and saw some amazing art. I think it's fair to say that most modern art is lost on me, I really think traditional art is where it's at. You have to have a talent to be able to do it, and patience. I think most modern artists are just lazy. Not all of them, you do still see some amazing pieces emerging, but in general, all this 'I put a chair on top of a chair to represent society' is just rubbish. They're chairs.
Rant over, my dad rang me, having realised that there were riots in London... I think these riots are ridiculous. How is this behaviour sending the police a message? Setting fire to cars and destroying people's livelihoods: how does that make sense? I think they're all morons... I swear to you that I don't normally moan this much... I do apologise to anyone who might be reading this, if anyone is at all!
I also had a bit of a social meal in Windsor that night with a couple of friends: after ordering and eating a lovely meal in Zizzi's opposite Windsor Castle, I realised with a dropping feeling that in one day I managed to consume 2 large margarita pizzas, the first one having been in Pizza Express a mere 4 hours prior! I felt like a massive tub of lard... and logically went to McDonald's for a strawberry milkshake that I definitely didn't need.
Someone recently posted a picture of themself on holiday in Magaluf, and they were looking amazingly trim. It's made me want to go on a bit of a diet to kind of lose the fat I've gained recently. I've been eating so much recently, out of boredom and the stress we've had recently, and now it's becoming a habit.
This Monday, I went for a meal at Frankie and Benny's in Reading with my boyfriend and his parents, after a few days of staying at mine in Reading. They rang this morning to see how he was, and apparently told him that they're really happy for him! Every time they meet me, his Mum tells him that she thinks I'm lovely, which I'm so glad by! I'm still pretty shy with his parents, as we don't meet often, and I often feel rude by not contributing a lot to conversations. But whenever I do, I'm myself, so there's nothing fake about what I say or how I act. I'm just holding back the crazy aspects of myself until I feel they're ready to see it! His sister got amazing A Level results today! I don't know her as well, but I know she's smart and a hard worker, something I wish I was. I joked with Ben that his sister got the looks, the talent and the brains in the family, but I'm not sure whether that went down too well with him... But he knows he's an amazing man.
I went to see The Inbetweeners last night in Maidenhead with Ben and it was so good! Extremely cringey at times, but such a laugh. I saw it a couple of months ago at a preview, and even though it wasn't the final edited piece, I still thought it was amazing. I totally recommend anyone to see it. We bumped into one of our friends with her new boyfriend, who was as lovely as she is! It's always a lovely surprise to bump into someone.
I've had a lot of thoughts of my Nanny this past week. I think it's because it's the first week that my household's started to slow down and meld into a routine, it feels like I finally have a chance to let everything sink in. I often walk into a room and imagine my Nan letting her budgie nip on her finger or she'd be sitting in the kitchen or generally just walking around the house. Despite how much busier I've been recently, she's not been far from my thoughts at all.
I've literally spent this last week with my boyfriend, so any thoughts I've been having haven't actually been documented at all. I told myself when I started this blog that I was going to be really good at it, but of course, I put it in the back of my mind as soon as I start to have a social life. I'm ridiculously unreliable when it comes to personal organisation. Even though I know that no one is reading this, I feel like I should at least live up to my own expectations... So I promise to myself that I will post more regularly in order to avoid these dramatically long novels.
This Monday, I went for a meal at Frankie and Benny's in Reading with my boyfriend and his parents, after a few days of staying at mine in Reading. They rang this morning to see how he was, and apparently told him that they're really happy for him! Every time they meet me, his Mum tells him that she thinks I'm lovely, which I'm so glad by! I'm still pretty shy with his parents, as we don't meet often, and I often feel rude by not contributing a lot to conversations. But whenever I do, I'm myself, so there's nothing fake about what I say or how I act. I'm just holding back the crazy aspects of myself until I feel they're ready to see it! His sister got amazing A Level results today! I don't know her as well, but I know she's smart and a hard worker, something I wish I was. I joked with Ben that his sister got the looks, the talent and the brains in the family, but I'm not sure whether that went down too well with him... But he knows he's an amazing man.
I've had a lot of thoughts of my Nanny this past week. I think it's because it's the first week that my household's started to slow down and meld into a routine, it feels like I finally have a chance to let everything sink in. I often walk into a room and imagine my Nan letting her budgie nip on her finger or she'd be sitting in the kitchen or generally just walking around the house. Despite how much busier I've been recently, she's not been far from my thoughts at all.
I've literally spent this last week with my boyfriend, so any thoughts I've been having haven't actually been documented at all. I told myself when I started this blog that I was going to be really good at it, but of course, I put it in the back of my mind as soon as I start to have a social life. I'm ridiculously unreliable when it comes to personal organisation. Even though I know that no one is reading this, I feel like I should at least live up to my own expectations... So I promise to myself that I will post more regularly in order to avoid these dramatically long novels.
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