Self-Reflection (sort of)

Mum keeps sending me up to Harrogate to stay with my grandfather and I'm not sure why.

It does mean that I don't get to see Ernest for a few days, which is really annoying. And as much as I like Harrogate, where my grandfather lives the sulphur is quite strong so it takes a bit of adjusting whenever I do so.

I suppose this would be a good time to do some self-reflection. You know, decide what I want to do with my life and all that.

Mum thinks I'm being delusional, but really I'm not. I am perfectly, fully aware of the fact that I have yet to meet Ernest, but one may well wonder why the strictly linear progression of time should stand in the way of a good, dramatic romance. When it actually occurs, it can always be retrospectively altered - I've heard someone say once that your memory changes every time you remember something.

So, I've properly got my BA. Lovely. Art History. Applied for internships, got rejected. No worries, I'll find a job somewhere else. If need be I can do paperwork at my Dad's firm.

I feel a bit lost.

I'd much rather be in Hertfortshire, bother Jack, hang out with my friends and do nice summery things.

Dad's been suggesting doing a postgraduate degree, but I'm not quite up for that yet.

As said, I could embark on a Grand Tour next year. That would be nice.

See a bit of the world.

Let's go and see whether Ernest is up for it. I've found him on Facebook, so let's see whether I can get him to respond. Because honestly Jack, you're not going to keep your mischievous brother from me forever. Just what exactly would be the harm in me meeting him?

Prague!

I'm in Prague, all!

And it's lovely!

I'll just – just see for yourself, okay?

Yummm!*

Mr Serious *

This is where Kafka used to live... like, really.*

And bits of stone :) *

Pretttyyyy. The Karluv Most, or Charles Bridge.

Old Town bridge tower! Exquisite indeed.

So much prettyyyyy.

Such wow.

I like Gothic churches.

I really like this whole medieval vibe :)

And this.

I <3 Prague :)

*Photos with asterisk courtesy of my dear friend Kristy :)

Aaah, this is such a nice city, this trip isn't nearly long enough! But I'll be back in Britain in a few days again... this makes me sad...

NOOOO!

No.

I refuse to believe it.

Rejection letters are so incredibly polite, which is really annoying because I want to be really mad with them but can't because they're just too polite to me.

Both Sotheby's and Christie's rejected me for their internship programme. Saying they've had candidates with better experience and all that.

But I've actually seen most important pieces of art. I'll have a BA in Art History in a bit. Dad does business things and I've once actually done a few weeks of paper work at his firm. How do I not have enough experience?!

Stupid other candidates.

Also, how am I to get experience if I can't get the internship?

I'm going back to bed.

Jack, if you're reading this, I've left a pint of Haägen-Dazs in the freezer, could you bring it up please? Thanks.  

BIRTHDAY!

I think I've finally recovered from my birthday – it was such good fun!

I got loads of prezzies of course, plus I went out with some of my friends who managed to stick around after exams.

Mum and Dad've given me a new car, which is sort of nice especially since my other one is looking a bit iffy ever since some ignorant person in the parking at Waitrose bumped into it. Dad's a fan of German cars so it's an Audi, A6 or something like that. More importantly, however, is that it's blue. I like blue. Blue is such a lovely colour. I like the blue of a cloudless summer day and the blue that the sky is just before dawn. It's dark blue, so more like the night than the day. But in any case it's blue – mustn't be ungrateful, a blue car is lovely :)

Prism actually also remembered (she'd forgotten Jack's birthday) and had made me a little cake which was lovely but a bit cheap but I suppose the thought was sweet.

Jack gave me a folder to stick degrees and certificates in. Which is nice, I suppose, but what the heck do I do with that, Jack?! I'm not some lame boring office type person. Besides, Dad keeps all my important papers in a safe deposit box in the bank, or with his accountant or solicitor or something. Jack said it's good for when I go to interviews. But birthdays aren't for practical gifts, are they?! Giving people practical birthday gifts is like given them socks. Or money, like some sort of pauper.

But all right, fine.

My friends had got together a trip to Prague for me, which is nice. I've never been to Prague, but I'll be going in a few weeks then, so, yeah. Ernest will be joining of course. Expect pics. I hear Prague is nice.

So, that was quite a nice birthday I must say :)