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It's a Bank Holiday (There's ntohing gpoing on and I can't even remember why it's a bank holiday, but the word holiday is very nice), it's sunny, I'm not working today or tomorrow and on Wednesday nad Thursday i'm only working evenings, and for the first time all summer I actually want to leave the house and see people. Or possibly just go shopping. It's not that I don't want to see people normally, it's just I've been so exhausted and stuff that I've cherished every chance to just lounge. And having had Friday and Saturday to lounge, I now want to go out.

Pluas I bought the cutest skirt and tops yesterday, and now I want boots to go with. I also want Knowledge of Angels (which i think is out of print, but I'm not sure. I'm going to look for the bookshop with the fittest boy and then ask if they have it in stock ^_^ ) and the DVD of Interview with a Vampire, since it's £4.99 in HMV at the moment and I didn't see it until after I'd paid for stuff.

I shall phone Sophie, because I have not seen her since her birthday and we did promise each other to meet up this summer. I have no idea if she works, or even if she's moved house yet, but we'll see. I don't know who else is working and stuff, and I have no credit on my phone, but comment here is you aren't and want to do something this week!

13 HP recs

You know, I did this just the other day... This will be interrupted sporadically for squealings about my new skirt. It cost the £30, it deserves squeals. It's the most expensive item in my wardrobe, including my winter coat (£14). Skirt!

Ahem. Yes, recs. Not including the ones I did the other day (well, vaguely). Fanart and Fanfics. A lot of the fics are gen because that's what I tend to read. Too much pairing stuff is cliche, though there's some in here. Quite a mix, too.

( I wasn't going to cut it, only with quote for all the fics and the millions of links, it did look a bit long )

You know it's almost two and I haven't even had breakfast, let alone lunch. I meant to go out and stuff, and I've spent all morning reading HP and looking at pretty pictures. And now it's clouded over. And is raining. I hope it brightens up again soon, because I swear I can not spend all day inside. New skirt!

And it's brightened up again ^_^

Skirt!

Best time ever.

This is what, my third post today? And I know it's long enough to desreve a cut, but I can't find a suitable part to cut. In my first post today, I almost added that from what I wrote it sounded like I was about to burst into song, and probably would when I made lunch because the Shrek CD is in the kitchen. In the second I actually did say i was going for a walk.

So, I logged off and made myself a picnic, because I thought it would be great fun to have a picnic up on the local hill. Half-danced around the kitchen, can't remember if I sang a bit. Probably. Took the Shrek CD with me. It rained on the way up, which had me thinking picninc on top of hill in heavy rain might possibly lead to fried me, but it eased off to simply cloudy while I ate and read Tess of the D'Urbervilles (brilliant book, go read). Then the sun came out.

Then I put back on the CD and wandered over to in front of the tower (yes, our local hill has a tower. It's all boarded up, but when I was a kid I remember my father and my sister's godfather break one of the panels and climb to hte top. Now the lower windows are concreted!). It was sunny. There was no one around. The music was fun.

So I began to run. Then I began to skip. You know, proper little girl skipping. Then I saw a man with a moile and turned skipping back into running and then stopped caring again, and ran full pelt straight down the hill. Then I skipped along the path, and when the indegestion and stitch got bad from charging around like a mad thing immediately after eating I sang instead. And twirled. And went back to skipping and running again.

Best.

Time.

Ever.

I'm eighteen, and I'm going to leave the house I've spent seventeen of those year in for somewhere six hours drive away in little over a month. People think this part of England is nothing special, but I always thought it was gorgeous. That tower ties with one of the few memories of my father I have, and millions of other memories beside. I'm going to be so damn homesick when I leave. I've only been homesick once before, when my mother went away for a week and my sister and I stayed with our aunt. My sister was homesick too, but she gave me her huge stuffed rabbit to cuddle. I'll have to ask her if she remembers that now; it was a long time ago.

I love everything. I especially love me, because damn I had no idea I was going to do that, and damn I'm glad I did, you know? Skipping and running and singing out loud and probably offkey. I wonder though: would those who know me say this was a particular in character thing for me to do? I know it's something I'd do if other people were doing it, but just randomly singing and dancing on my own? I don't think that's a side of me even I see often, let alone other people. Seriously, people who know me, would you have expected it?

Really, though:

Best. Time. Ever.

Go do it. Now.