Camping

I've not had any lighter thoughts. Hmmm, makes it difficult to write anything that won't depress you. I've got a case of the middle of the summer holiday blues I think. Missing my friends, bored of home, no job, feeling unappreciated no matter how hard I try. Sigh.

Well, Soul in the City starts Sunday. That'll be good. Six nights camping. Woohoo. (Did you hear the note of sarcasm?) Too many people in too small a space, not enough toilets or showers to go around. Sounds like home! It's not like I want a marquee, but I like my space. 3-man tents only house 2 'men' comfortably, and when that 'man' is a girl, well, we like to spread out. We have a lot of stuff. I mean, my make up bag alone, wooh, it needs a tent of its own! That's a lie. I don't wear that much make up :)

Honesty

So, I just watched a programme called Super Nanny on tv this evening. It's all about how this woman who's been a nanny for 15 years helps families with badly behaved children. Quite good - I'm trying to train myself in preparation for when I have children. (Yes, I know, I have to find myself a man first and train him to marry me...) But one thing struck me. The dad of this little boy told him that if he told a lie he would never ever be trusted ever again. Wow! What if that was really really true? Man, I'd not be trustworthy. And I don't think there is anyone in the world who can ever be trusted. It's a bit of a worrying thought. I like to believe people until they give me reason not to. Ok, maybe I'm a little too trusting - I like to see their better nature. But some people have abused that trust in the part. Strange thing is though, even though I ought to not believe them, I still like to hope they've changed.

Don't get me wrong, I don't like lies. I hate them actually. I can cope with a lot and put up with some dreadful stuff, but I can'tstand it when people lie to me or about me. It just makes me so angry. And it's even worse when it's your friends. Ok, so I tell the old "I'm fine, just a bit tired" fibs and the "no, it's really nice" ones too, but I really really hate big lies. And friends not telling you stuff and making up excuses about it, that gets my goat too. Especially people who ought to be really good friends, but don't consider you important enough to tell stuff to.

Wooh, all a bit heavy there. Sorry. I'll try to have light thoughts for the next few days :)

Woohoo!!!

I got a 2:1!!! Very very happy. :) So know, I can officially put BA Hons after my name - a 2:1 degree in Drama with honours. I am proud.