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I went to Glasgow and Stirling today... On a plane. Now I'm back... All in the same day. I am fucking exhausted...!!
It was enlightening!
The alarm went off at 3.30am... Charlotte woke up straight away and made me get up. She tottered off to my shower room to have a shower, and I heard her puking... Not a good sign (she had unprotected sex again... I'm really worried...) She came back refreshed so I dragged myself to the shower and tried to drown myself into waking up. Didn't work.
Eventually we dragged ourselves out of my house and slouched our way to the 40 bus stop to Aldgate and then we'd walk to Liverpool Street Station
A picture!
5am this morning... Outside my house walking towards the busstop... It seems so long ago!
We got lost when we got off the bus... It was dark! and we somehow ended up on the edge of the City and East London "Doesn't Susie live on Cable Street?!" We both exclaimed seeing a street sign and a DLR station. So we found a shop and asked for directions and eventually got there!
We got our tickets for the train to Stansted Airport (a stupid £24 return! for a 40 minute train ride!) and before dosing off to sleep on the train I took a picture of the sunrise over London
Taken whilst in motion on the train. And I took this one too:
I really love them... I never see the sunrise. I prefer sleep. I love the way the autumn orange melts into the midnight blue. It's like you can taste it, even though I can't actually think of something blue and orange to eat... It's like a spice, but cooled off with a refreshing minty blue... It makes sense in my head anyway.
We got to Stansted Airport, still feeling disgustingly groggy. Somehow ended up on the plane. It was very small, much smaller then I had imagined. As it's Ryanair, it had no comforts, but we were only going to be on the plane for 50 mins so it didnt really matter... I didn't really care.
My diolouge as the plane took off:
"Mr Dickson really says because funny Charlotte! Beacuz! Flummox is a really great word isn't it Charlotte? And lubricant, oh yes and Bequeth. They're my favourite words...! Oh look this article in the magazine is about orgasms. There's an A-spot. Thrusting Charlotte thrusting!"
It continued like that until we had stopped going upwards and were level with the clouds...I was saying it all very quicky and really didn't like the sensation. Somehow after reading about articles about orgasms in Cosmopolitan we ended up in Glasgow!
"We flew over ALL of England - midlands, lake district, Liverpool and everything THAT QUICKLY?!" I exclaimed in shock. We had a bit of a bump landing that wasn't too bad, and got the train from Preswick airport to Glasgow Central Station.
When we arrived we were told we had to go to Queens Street Station, so off we trot to find the station, which we did very well, and I messed around with me camera a bit more taking these nice pictures:
Me inmy purple trenchcoat somewhere in Glasgow this morning! :)
When we got to Stirling I was feeling moody due to the lack of sleep and morning doughnuts and sausage rolls. So I didnt take any photos. Just bought postcards. One of balamory! Well Tobermory...! I was v excited and then saw a man that looked like PC Plum. I apolosgise to any Americans who have no idea what I'm taking about. Brush up on British kids TV :-p!
We got a bus up to Stirling University. Spent half an hour there. Yes. I trekked all the way to Scotland spend half an hour at the open day. I have good reason.
I found the English Studies area. And decided to ask one of the lecturers in my dismal GCSE results would have any effect on my university applications. And remember. I have had VERY little sleep. Apparantly they will, even though my AS-Levels were good. I need to get predicted AAA basically... I can manage the A in English. Mr Anthony loves me.... However. Fine Art and Textiles, the other mediums in which I express my creativity are not academic enough. Despite the fact they actually involve more fucking work then normal subjects, ESPESIALLY FINE ART! It's not two dimensional stuff! It has deep rooted meaning, it is not a stupid subject. So I am disgustingly offended that my arty subjects have basically been called stupid!
Well too stupid for English universities. Scottish universities would see my passion for creativity in the written word and ought to snap me up. English unis won't even look at my application if they saw my subjects, let alone my GCSE grades. Which is DISGUSTING! So I wa just nodding along, trying not to grunt and go "English bastards." He suggested I look into Edinbrugh, Strathclyde and Glasgow. He even said St Andrews - But I thought I wasn't good enough! Oh well...
So it looks like I am most definatly moving to Scotland next year!
Now Scotland... I love it. In London it's so cold... The people, the atmosphere. It's just stone cold. Dirty looks. Dirty footpaths. Cold and dirty, like yellow snow. Scotland was just so friendly... I didn't even spend that long there today, and I just love it. It's green. The air is so much fresher... Maybe that's got something to do with the friendliness. Clean fresh air!
I love Glasgow. Its like the city version of me, and I saw like three streets lol. It's really essentialy scruffy, but there is always something elaborate and decadent somewhere... And its arty, and Franz Ferdinand were born there ;) Not too many pigeons either. I saw two seaguls, and one flock of pigeons in the square as previously mentioned.
As my mood had greatly deteriorated. Charlotte decided for the greater good of my health and sanity to get the hell away from English studies and out into some good Stirling fresh air... Looking out over a loch and a castle... It was just beautiful.We got the bus back to Stirling and wandered around the shops trying to get my mind off stuff but seeing hoards of students happily trudging along going in and out of quaint Scottish cafes that overlooked sloping green hills...
I took two pictures of Stirling
And we went back to Glasgow early. Which was a good thing because there were some delays or something on the train back to the airport.
Big queues to check in at the airport... I started to get hyper as I do in a lack of sleep state and started to sing random songs...
It was my turn to sit by the window and we got on the plane first after the families so I got a seat with no annoying wing!
The plane took off... And I started my paniced mumbling again and tried not to look out the window, however I was too tempted because the hills and fields looked so cool... But I HATED it when the plane tilted sideways on to my side... Not nice...
The flight was good, better then this morning's flight. In between north England and the Midlands the sun was setting, and the clouds were just beautiful... They looked like mounds of blueywhite snow, spreading for hundreds of miles untouched by anything... I just looked out the window for most of the journy, watching the yellow sun set, watching the sky turn fron opaline blue to a dark mysterious lilac blue... By the time we were "Flying over Birmingham folks - 24,000 feet" the clouds were fluffier, and thiner, no longer ataining that artic sloping hills look.
We had a very bumpy landing. But I'm aliive! And my hair looks yellow in a photo too... Look!
(see I'm terribly scruffy, but look at the decadent 1950s necklace!)
I don't know whether I can be arsed to go into college tomorrow. I can't remember what lessons I have anyway and I've lost my timetable... I'm in a mood with the universities... But I am in love with Scotland... But I'm so tired... I really ought to go to bed, but I revel in the Sex and the City repeats and this episode is one of my favourites... I remember the day after watching it I walked with an extra zing in my step...
I really want to see a teacher... But all the ones I want to see are in Cornwall- on a TRIP! So I have to wait until Monday. I don't even have any lessons on Friday... Maybe I will stay home and do some live-saving art work...