Im just so bloody bored right now so I thought I'd write a random pointless blog. Does anyone even bother reading these things? I hope not cos they're pretty pointless!
Anyway, what am I going to write about?
Having a big old stress at the moment cos I've screwed up my photos. Just not as good as I hoped they'd be cos I'm a shit photographer. The strangest thing is I'm more annoyed because the shop lady kindly lent me the clothes and I dont have many good photos to give her back. Got enough to use in my article but thats not the point. Well maybe it is but not to me.
Still havent posted on the money to the Jamaican guy. What if it ends up in some other random Falmouth in the world. Although once it leaves England it will probably be safe. Highly doubt that any other country could have a postal system stupid enough to deliver a letter clearly marked Falmouth, Jamaica to Cornwall!
Got an email back yesterday about contacting my mother! Super eeeeeeeeeeek! They estimate 3-4 weeks. Oh my god am I really ready? Not really too happy about the ball being in her court either but apparently thats the way it has to work. She needs to give permission and will therefore have the opportunity to make initial contact. I want to ask her the questions first rather than give her the chance to just throw things at me.
God this is scary!
At least I will finally get to ask if Stan is my dad, or of not who the hell is. If it is though I will never forgive myself for not speaking to him at Les's party. I might never see him again. That was such a random encounter. Was it fate? Why should he suddenly turn up out of the blue at this time? eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! I've a feeling there are going to be a lot of eeks in this blog, and a whole lot more in general in the next few months. I thought I was so ready for this, and I guess I am, I just hoped it wouldnt be so scary this time. God knows how many letters I've written and not posted. This time it could be real. Thats a whole lot bigger than eeek. Its almost a f**k! But I dont swear right!
Why is that everytime I do one of these bloggy things I end up just writing loads of personal stuff without intending to and then cant stop. I guess its my personal counsellor. How bloody sad! LOL!
