Toes in the Sand

15th August - 21:57 Depending on how dodgy the connection is over the next two weeks decides when these blogs will be posted. I’m sitting in a noisy, but large “conservatory” café. There are 40 or 50 people around, but it’s not crowded. People I’m paying special attention to are the guy with the bad haircut playing table tennis. His hair keeps flicking in his eyes and he has to do a very feminine hair flick to get it out his eyes. He’s loosing pretty badly because of it. A boy of about 14 is sitting in a red hoodie that says “Lifeguard: Babe watch division” on the back. I think I should get one. There is nothing like subtle provocation. I can see it now: “oh is that your boyfriend’s hoodie?” “No this is how I met my girlfriend.” It would be a lie well worth telling. There are children running topless and barefoot. One child just tried to drink from a can and it squirted out her nose. I know it’s mean to laugh, but I laughed. Out loud. I’m sitting alone, and I laughed out loud, so when I got angry looks from the parents I couldn’t even pass it off as someone else’s joke. There is a 20-something girl with an abomination of a bleach blonde hair cut. There’s a girl sitting a few tables away from me, facing me. At least I think it’s a girl, it may be an emo boy. There are also a lot of tired looking mum-types and slightly tipsy dad-types.

Last night I shared a room. Due to my slightly off sleeping pattern (sleep around 2, up around 9, nap between 2 and 4) I’m not very good at sharing a room. I tried my best, I listened to my iPod until she fell asleep, then got up and tidied up, packed my things together, got the next days clothes out, read by the light of my iPod, listened to music until 1-ish. It was all fine until I started singing along to my music. And playing air guitar. She woke up and looked at me standing on my bed, an imaginary guitar in hand and making up the words to songs (I can’t remember lyrics as words, more sounds, so I sound like my mouths been numbed when I try to sing. She got back to sleep, I slept for around 4 and half hours which was ok. We finally made it to St. Ives and got everything into the mobile home we’ve rented (I will call it a caravan).

I have the best deal out of everyone. I have a twin room to myself, so I’ve folded up the bed and am using it as a shelf. This also means more floor space, but I’ll be honest, the caravan smells a little funky, so I’ll probably be spending a lot of time in this café. Of course you may realise that the caravan being a little smelly is merely a metaphor for my family driving me up the wall in large doses. We did go on the beach this evening, even got in the water for a bit. It was a decent temperature.

Must remember to get work done… wouldn’t do to turn up in September and be like, “so… About that essay/coursework/homework/holiday reading, yeah, I didn’t do it. But I did go surfing a lot, so that got to be character building, right?”