I've been aching to head down to the Beaches for some time now. There's something about it this time of year that seems really appealing to me. (Perhaps it's the absence of the scorching heat or bikini-clad crowds. Maybe both.)
Since the end of term, I really haven't done much of anything besides twiddle my thumbs, re-watch episodes of Daria while crafting, and get sick due to eating too much junk food so fast, it made my head spin! (But let's not get into that on this here blog.)
Yesterday, Georgia and I went down by the water and pretended we were somewhere in Wales, starring in an independent film. (It would be a coming of age story, and the screenplay would be entirely in Welsh, but don't worry, there'd be English subtitles, yep.)
(FACT: There isn't actually a single word for "yes" or "no" in the Welsh language.)
These two ducks braved the cold water - the two of them against the cold, cold world. How romantic.
I'm also currently re-reading Franny & Zooey for the nth time. "Sometimes I see me dead in the rain" would probably be quoted in our imaginary Welsh indie flick.
