My vacation is booked, or sort of and I hope I will see some of you someday, somewhere, wherever we are. This year will be so much different for all the other summer months of my life. Usually there would be big plans on the calendar, like going abroad with my parents, day trips to museums or other. Now, since there is no money, we are stuck here in Dutchieland for the remainder of the holiday season. This is just one thing I can't bear, I am one of those people with wanderlust. It is not that I am anxiously awaiting the summer, it's worse than that, I want to travel 24/7 when I am not obliged to go to college or anything else. I spend my time in the train thinking about how I am not going to get out at my station but just stay on the train and go somewhere else. I never want to go home, home is not a place for me to be.
When I go on a holiday trip am I always the only one of the family who doesn't want to go home. Home is not a bad place, not that I actually have something to call home, but it is so stationary and massive. A ship would be perfectly fine to me, a van, a circus tent, anything that gives me a shelter could function as a home to me, but it should move. Home is where your heart is and my heart is on the road. It means that it gets trampled but it also means that not going abroad and not going anyway irks me to the bones and itches me till I got no flesh left.
In other news, tomorrow I will be working on a mill festival that combines culture and mills together in one big festival. Pierced myself another piercing and busy with creating two stretches in my left earlobe. The rest of my life is a complete mess and right now I my body is completely tripping from booking that summerventure as a friend of mine said. Tomorrow I will be a big girl, and this big girl is going to work on that festival and it will be awesome! Three days in a row, evening/night shifts, it will be heavy it will be worthwhile, it won't give me money. That is where my daddy's money comes in handy. Yes, call me a rich kid, call me whatever you want, I get almost everything from my dad when it's reasonable. Since I got no job, not really looking for one and currently in a position where I have to divide my time between two places that lay apart so far that most students from there do not even trouble on travelling all the way to here when they go study, it's just too far and enough universities closer. So yes, I will be helping my parents out and I will get paid for it, my father gives me extra money whenever I volunteer to compensate for the money I didn't earn, since he finds volunteering important.
This girl is busy, got more things to do, more dates in my diary and awesome prospects. One of them is making my own kaleidoscope, so I can get high on colours. Getting stones is also on the planning somewhere, if I only had friends to get stoned with. This is an invitation for all of you who want to get me stoned. Getting me drunk is the same old story of me getting sexually active from the alcohol and snogging everything that is close enough. I know no shame, shame is for those who believe they have done something wrong in the eyes of others. I am not ashamed of myself, I got my reasons to behave in anyway, to dress in anyway, to speak in anyway, so shut up if you are embarrassed by me, because you are obviously ashamed of me or yourself, or both.
Hello, world, I am coming for you and I will be awesome and I will know you by the name the gods have given you.
1 comment:
Cool summer job you have. And your posts are becoming more optimistic. :) I have an insane wanderlust too. But firstly i have to repair a little the mess, called my life and than (maybe next year) try to satisfy the wanderer in me. So... feel your pain... Good luck with the kaleidoscope making ;)
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