God: the one thing I love about the summer holidays is how normal and natural life suddenly becomes. It may be the sleep. Not having to wake up in time to be late to school means I tend to dream more, I tend to smile more, I tend to read more. (Today I finished No-One Belongs Here More Than You , by Miranda July, which I can describe only as charming.)
On to the recounting of events, I suppose:
Alice slept over the night before last (it was also her birthday, although that was mostly a coincidence. It was an excuse to celebrate, though), which was definitely nice, if tiring; I am Bad With People, and find spending so much time in company exhausting- which is entirely my fault, understand.
Anyway: I saw The Dark Knight with OtherDominic some time last week (Thursday, that was it), which was rather good, despite the rather dodgy politics of the entire film (Oh, it's an amazing film, but, Christ, you know that already). Even because of it; there's a nice argument to be had there.
Going further back into the recesses of my memory, Alice and I saw Her Naked Skin, about the women's suffrage movement, at the National Fri-or-Satur-day before last, which was good, even if the twist was rather unsurprising. Maybe it was just my boredom at some of the more tedious scenes, but I was thinking that they- yes, those two, it's obvious, isn't it?- were about to lunge at each other. Which makes it sound like a bad play; it wasn't. Far from it, it was clever, and entertaining and interesting and would have been useful if I hadn't just done the History coursework. And the rotating stage mechanics broke half-way through, so we all got free ice-cream.
What else?
I was working on Saturday, and received my First Ever Wages. (Thirty pounds, which is good, considering my age and such, and the fact I would very nearly work for free there. It feels very good to have a job, something like routine and structure and normality, which I know is a very adolescent thing to say. I'm good at it, in a way that is so utterly ordinary; I like the customers, and the pricing gun is so macho and I love putting on Pulp and chatting with communists about what Common People really means and finding out that, actually, I know how the till works and, and, God, it's so me, working in a bookshop, so much so that I never even realised).
And tonight, I will read until I realise I am not understanding the words any more, and then I will sleep until the sun is too bright, and then I will have breakfast. Maybe I will go to the exhibition on skeletons at the Wellcome Centre, or maybe I will simply take a walk to the park. It will be a good day, because there is no reason for it to be anything else.
