To be rational or stingy?

BAG HEAVEN

So technically I have the money to get one of these babies, but when will I ever be to spend a four figure sum on a bag without feeling like I am cutting off an arm? Never?

I don't even have a three figure sum bag. Which is already blood inducing as it is.

Such is my heart games.

I would love to travel the world with you. Take to the skies and jump off the clouds.

Eat from the streets, drink wine in the evening, the stars of real light up.

We could walk two thousand miles or run across plaza, piazza, all of them.

We would waste time on inconsequential things and forget the important ones.

No one to child us though.

It would be such a dream.

Except, you're not the one.

In many ways I am a lousy friend.

So I've been doing a little thinking and have come to the conclusion that I am a lousy friend and no wonder people don't like me.

Okay, I've had a few epiphanies like this in my life, but whatever, this time it's more than a light bulb.

"ask not what others can give you, but what you can give others"

I will make a conscious effort to be less of a burden, less of a guilt tripper. More of a happy.

Also, the annual project be nice is back again. :):):)

2 times I almost cried.

I am such a sap, but words alone can never express fully how I felt watching Fidz and James exchanging vows and rings. Admittedly the church wedding was way too pious for me. And yes, they have already been married since August. But still, when I look at the way he treats her and how she smiles at him, I don't even have to wish them happiness. Because they definitely look like they have it. :)

In other less matrimonial news, Christmas is coming! And I'm pretty excited because I want to buy my family stuff. Maybe even treat them to a Christmas meal. But we'll see how it goes. Anyhoooo, must pay more visits to M&S for their Christmas goodies...or just for their Jaffa cakes. JAFFA CAKES. Omg, one taste and it was like I was back in the UK.

Back in the UK, at Lancaster in my dorm room. Typing with frozen fingers, my bed just right behind me. My desk full of not-study-items, my closet filled with winter clothes. Sleet pelting my window, heater not really working. Oh bullocks, I miss all of these so much. I never thought it would happen, but eating Jaffa cakes almost made me cry.

I like December.