Jump

So today is another unproductive lazy day. How many of those have there been.

I really shouldn't be waiting around for the weekend and to go on the piss with Dave, I'm wasting travelling time, but I'm also here to have a good time and a night out is often my medium.

I've got plenty of time left and I did do the skydive yesterday. That was fun. Expensive but fun.

It's one of those things I'd have loved to have done again almost straight away to remember vividly how it had been the first time and to take things in a little more. I think you get a sensory overload and don't really look around or stop to take in what's actually happening to you.

Your ears go really fucked for a few seconds until you depressurise and although I quite like the idea of doing a solo jump, the whole idea of controlling the parachute down to the ground seems quite imtimidating. More so than the actual idea of freefalling alone.

Today I may visit the gondola and do the luge or something. I must get out. Ooh.....I need the barnet chopped too.

Dalai Lama is on telly. I must read up some more on Buddhism. I should really read up on all religions. Maybe I should just read a little more.

Ignore the ramblings that I'm randomly posting, I have writings from years back in one notebook and I'm just getting them on here to preserve them. The ones that I think have potential anyway - I want to use them for more constructed ideas in the future and the more I do it I think the better I get at patterning and stuff....

Anyways...