Well here I am. Back home to the place I never really considered home - but I'll not get too philosophical tonight, I'm way too tired. I'll write a load of shit about life and tomorrow it'll look like it's been written by a stoner. Or Morrissey. I'll stick with details about my weekend.
Essex wasn't the "massive" weekend I really made it out to be, but it was good fun all the same. Always nice to see family - I mean the ones who I am genuinely happy to see. My very talented cousin did my nails all pretty for me. She offered an eyebrow tint too but I was too scared to end up looking like Joan Rivers. It's one thing I'd never let even the most talented beautician in the world go near; one false line and I get to look permanently like I'm in a state of surprise. But my nails look good anyway. I spent £50 at the tacky North Weald market, don't even ask me how I did it because I've no idea. Everything was so dirt cheap and I don't have enough stuff in my bag to match up to £50. This is why I shouldn't shop; I go into "The Zone". When people win loads of money on the lottery and say "oh I don't know what to do with it", it stuns me into silence. Err...spend it?
My cousin invited her "psychic" friend over to the house on Saturday evening. Soon after dinner it was decided (or rather my cousin demanded) that tarot card readings should take place. So, Pat (the psychic) took out the cards and I went first (I'd do anything for a laugh). She was pretty spot on about a lot of things; she saw me having to travel abroad (more about that in a minute), she saw a job ending - my temporary job ends soon, she got a man's name beginning with R and told me to be cautious - I went on a date with "R" a few days previous and it turns out he was just leading me up the garden path, she saw me having to go to hospital - I just made an appointment last week, she picked out a card with jewellery on and said she saw something to do with jewellery being a success for me - I make jewellery and hope to get a website up and running soon. A few other bits she was right about; she said I'm very cautious and wary of people, especially men. She also said I can be very negative and always expect things to go wrong. I've met Pat a few times before, once when I was very small and the last time was quite a few years back, so she knew nothing of my present life. My cousin swore she told her nothing. So I was quite impressed, but I still feel like there has to be a logical explanation behind it. But I don't know what. She saw a rise in finance and a relationship coming very soon, with a man whose name begins with T. Maybe they become two of the same thing; maybe that millionaire I've been hoping for who's very close to death will finally arrive in my life.
We tried a ouija board - but not a oujia, something similar. It went a bit mad at some point and kinda freaked me out a bit. I wasn't scared, just a bit stressed that I couldn't figure out how it was being done. As I say, I like to try and find the logical, scientific, or medical reason behind "unexplained" things. I was at a loss. Pat didn't even have her fingers on the board at one point and it was just me and my cousin. Both of us looked up at the same time and went "was that you"?? It stopped moving and Pat said "Is there somebody there who wishes to talk to us"? It was dead silent. Then I got a text come through which scared the shit out of us because I have my phone up quite loud (Thanks Emma....!). We didn't get much out of that activity except for a load of scribbles which didn't mean anything. At one point though, it looked like the name Mary had been written, but it was very scrawly. My Mum, who doesn't believe in doing that sort of thing, suddenly looked up from the magazine she was reading and said "It would've been Mary's birthday today". Mary was my Nan's friend who died last year. I decided to leave the board at the that point!
Probably the highlight of the weekend, well no...definitely the highlight of the weekend, was winning a weekend in Dublin courtesy of our local radio station! I heard the competition on the car radio and already had the radio's number programmed into my phone. Being the genius that I am, I got through and got all the answers right. I'm shocked I didn't accidently swear when he said I'd won. I can assure you though; the air in the car turned blue after the call finished! My ear is still ringing from me and my cousins synchronised screaming.
I had managed to get a photo in a magazine a few weeks previous and got £25 for it, so I figured I might be on a winning streak. Needless to say I did 3 lines on the lottery Saturday night. I didn't get a single number. I think that's a way of life/karma letting me know I shouldn't be too greedy...!
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