Sunshine, piercings and aliens.

It's been almost a week since my last post and the weather is still sporting clear blue skies and glorious sunshine. It's not always particularly warm, in fact sometimes it's freezing, but an icy breeze is enjoyable if noticed when brought forth by sun. This is why people who are from hot countries are friendly and happy and incredibly good-looking: they have sun. Sun = happiness. It's not exactly a scientific equation, but for me it rings true. Britain is known to be a miserable country and our weather is grey rain and clouds. It makes sense. So, naturally, I have been taking advantage of the beautiful weather in order to be as happy as possible while it lasts. Well, that is what I should have been doing. Only on one day out of the last five have I actually done anything made for the sunshine. On Saturday I went to the beach in Tenby. I was taken on the premise that I had never been there before and I was to experience a part of Wales that was new to me. In that respect I failed, remembering as soon as we arrived that I had already been there with my flatmates last year. Despite the fact it was not a new and surprising experience it was still thoroughly enjoyable. It was absolutely freezing cold and absolutely beautifully sunny so I was rocking the thick woolly hat and giant sunglasses look. One of the best things about February weather is being able to wear sunglasses.
I am now not poor, but completely penniless, so buying anything is not an option, meaning I shall have to make do with what I own and create new and recreate old looks and be satisfied with them. This is not an easy thing for me to do, but I will and I am hoping that I will discover bits and pieces that were forgotten and see some things in a new light. I hope. This inability to buy anything new has proved annoying after the ball on my lip ring fell out. Again. I have gone through a black one with a silver one with a small black diamante decoration, a black one, a silver one, a tiny conical spike, another silver one, another spike and now another silver one. The screw on the hoop seems to be backwards as nothing screws on to it properly. This has meant I have been trying, for a couple of months now, to buy a new hoop but it has been incredibly difficult. Of all the online shops I have been to none of them seem to do hoops, spiral ones, smaller than 10ml and that is far too big for me. Also there is only one piercing and tattoo shop in Carmarthen which didn't have any and weren't able to order any either. I have become frustrated with only having one ball on the end of my ring, meaning it keeps sliding off, and am now wearing a stud which I really don't like. It takes a while to get used to the end of it which seems to be constantly hitting off my teeth. I am still on the look out, however, and I'm sure I'll find it eventually.

On a work related note I am becoming increasingly aware of how much I have to do and how little I have done. I have an essay on Midnight's Children due in, in less than 2 weeks and I have to read a book about an alien invasion for this Thursday. Aliens do not particularly excite me. However I will remain open minded about the book. I have to. It might turn out to be absolutely fascinating. My plan is to find a nice spot in the sunshine and read it there. As I mentioned everything is great in the sunshine. Even aliens.