Which turned out to be a good thing (random new paragraph!). We went to Barry's, which is a massive amusements full of roller coasters and rides and things. Major fun. Then we got doughnuts and sat on the beach, watched the sunset. It turned out to be a rather lovely day indeed.
There was another train around nine so my three friends got that and left me at the beach. I was going to stay at my friend's apartment, but apparently he didn't know that and he was quite surprised when I showed up at his door. But it was all cool. We went inside and watched 'The Beach', the second time this week I've seen that lovely, disturbing movie.
Friday was terrific fun. We did nothing until the afternoon when we went to a sea pool called the Blue Pool. Back in the '30s or something there were diving boards and everything and the water was really deep, so I could jump in from really high up. I'm bad a gauging distances but I'm guessing it was about 25 feet. It turns out jumping from that height hurts quite a bit, but I still loved it. I was falling for about a second, but it felt all slow, the way everything does when you're exhilarated. Then, just before I hit the water, a streak of panic tore through me for about a millisecond. Should I have jumped? But it was always fun. I plummeted into the water really quickly, like a bullet, and then the water just grabbed my whole body and held me in place for a few seconds. I jumped lots of times because it was fun.
That night we went to the theatre and saw a play. It was a silly little farce about a robot and relationships and things. I enjoyed it.
Since I've been so busy I haven't had any time to read, but I DID dream about books. The first was about Les Miserables, and the West End cast were coming to my town to put on a special performance for a select audience. Unfortunately, they were late so we had to watch the animated cartoon (what?) instead. The second was about American Psycho and I was Patrick Bateman and I wasn't as buff as I had imagined. I think it means I'm insecure. Maybe.
That's all that's happened in the last few days of my life. I enjoyed them. Tomorrow I resign myself to a week at the caravan with my arthritic grandfather who does nothing. At least I'll get a lot of reading done.
Goodbye!
