And so....

...to bed.

Okay, I'm not going straight to sleep, I need to go over a few details of the past few days, just so we all know where I am at.

Lets go to bright and early on Monday morning, so still a little disgruntled i get up, and jump in the car, and from then, that moment when I pressed the magic play button on my MP3 player, I knew it was going to be a beautiful week.

The first song that came on, I decided at that very moment is the song I want played at my funeral. Admittedly it's slightly worrying that at the beginning of a brilliant week such as this one of the first things I really thought about was my funeral....but hey, why not. the song by the way is Love Generation by Bob Sinclair. I think it's perfect. It's bright and lively and happy, and always makes me think back to my first real adventure in South Africa. And because it makes me feel amazing as soon as I hear it, I'm hoping it will up the mood at my funeral. And I'd like everyone to attend in green, yellow, blue, pink, red, orange, purple...anything other than black really.

So I goes to uni, am slightly late for a lecture, due to being too lazy to get up at 5am on the dot, and so not leaving until 6.30, but not to worry, I got in and the topic of the lecture was democracy... which I do believe the amazingness mentioned in his blog that I read only a couple of days before.... here it is.

So we go on about having a rational choice democracy, where basically the majority win, and the minority will get together and say "Oi" but possibly not really get anywhere. should Will provide us with mini-milks at 9am on Monday's as an incentive to go to Philosophy. Majority will say "yes please" but the unhappy minority will say no because they don't like them, or are lactose intolerant I do believe was the example Will used. And then we talked about the other sort of democracy, that we don't really have, where people put aside their selfish interests, and think about what's best for society.

So after that I go to the machine desperado for some chocolate (my addiction to which is growing rather rapidly) and get myself a free packet of quavers in the process. Bargain!!

And later that day I give a homeless looking man a pound because he asked ever so nicely for 50p for some food, and so I gave him a pound. Thats my good deed.

Then it was after uni, and I went to Yazmin's and stayed the night at hers. Was knackerood, but who really minds.

Tuesday I went to uni, went to the library, was stopped in my tracks by a piece of paper folded in half, but the words "Ancient Knowledge" jumped out at me, and just next to this was information about the Bridport Prize. Me being me thinks that there is a reason that I was stopped by something that never would have sopped me if it wasn't for the amazingness, and saw something about short-story and poetry writing. The amazingness by the way, if I haven't said before, writes some very amazing poems. Unlike a lot of poets, like erm... well many poets, that spend ages deciding what word would go there, and what imagery fits in where and this, that and the other, the amazingness doesn't. These poems, which are fantastic on the most part just seem to flow from him. I've sat and sen him write a few in one go, and it's a spectacular sight to behold. But I keep telling him he should try to get them published, and then this opportunity was there, and so i piked up the leaflet and took it to him on Tuesday evening. I hope he does something with those poems, or they'd be wasted. I'd say he'll get something out of it, 1st prize I say. PLEASE, that way he can fun his travels, and go on his own journey, and with any luck, find a little something of what he is looking for. Oh I do hope so.

Why are his poems so good? because I worship the ground he walks on remember. But it's not just that. I am no expert on poetry, but I know that if you have a poem that somebody can relate to you are on to a winner. With the amazingness' poems, well you read them over and over again, and in general what ever is happening, those poems will fit. They seem to be very apt to change around them. They develop in your mind as your mind develops so to speak. I know what I mean even if nobody else does. So amazingness... please enter (I'll even pay your entry fee if needs be).

Now then, that was Tuesday already, I went to see the amazingness, and actually had a lovely evening, and I wasn't my usual silly me. I mean I rambled complete nonsense, but it wasn't so bad. And then after a while I had a giggle and a laugh, and it was nice, and I mean really nice. And then it was sleepy time, so I went to sleep. My Wednesday alarm started going off at someincredibly silly time of day, but I couldn't work out where my phone was, and it didn't seem to wake up the amazingness, so I waited for it to finish going off all it's 10 times, and hoorah, back to sleep I went.

Got up a little later, went home, walked the dog, ate chocolate with a freind who has recently split with her man. We all know that chocolate makes everything better... Later I went back around to see the amazingness, and again had a very lovely evening... and that's the way it should be. I left with a smile on my face twice, and I have learned a lot over the last few days. I tell ya, when we get along, things are so much more mind-blowing. And I think, I do not know this, but I think, if I am a bit more happy and lively, so is he, and that, to me, is something very special indeed. It builds and it grows in us both.

I do often wonder if this is really me talking. It doesn't seem like it much, and I can't believe that I say these things, but it appears that I do.

Today, well today I spent at work, and have been chilling all evening, watching nothing in particular, and surfing the net, looking at completely nothing at all.

That's all for now folks.