
Photo: Tim Barnes
I'm starting a project. The idea is that I mail something every single day. Postcards, letters, gifts...every day! I have been compiling friends' addresses like nobody's business. The project is to make sure each day differs from the one before, lately life seems like a groundhog day...with the exception of the occasions when a student says something hilarious or my flatmates scream at eachother. So if you'd like something from Spain in the mail you can email me your address. I'm not a stalker, but...I'm sure stalkers always say that so I wouldn't ask you to take my word for it, and let's face it...I'm not willing to give anyone my address, so...
On a different note, I've realised lately that the world would be a better place if there were some drug that would put all 14 year old girls in a coma until they reached 15. Where the hell do they get all their 'bitchy' from? Certainly not the same place that sells tact, consideration, respect or objectivity. You can't even say to them 'hey! you're acting like a douchebag, grow up' because they think they're fucking awesome and they won't realise you were right for another 6 years and in 6 years time they probably won't remeber the time when their teacher called them a douchebag. It makes me rather concerned about what I will think about my 22 year old self when I'm 30. Ah, it's all experience - let's get drunk.
I have a couple of friends coming to visit over the next few weeks. I plan on pretty-ing up the spare room with the frilly pink throw over and pretty pink flower sheets which were in the flat when we arrived. Boys love that stuff, right?