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Once again, my journalling is sporadic beyond mortal belief. Since my last "I'm off on holiday, be back in two weeks" message, I have: - Experienced a "death-forward" (sudden radical personality and worldview development on a scale that renders the 'old you' an obsolete model) - Read twenty-two novels - Completed a college Main Project (and all the tie-in workshops that they put in just to make your life more complicated) and nearly finished the second one - Filled three sketchbooks (80% of said contents are rubbish, though) - Gone on not one but two more holidays after the one I was journalled as departing for (both brilliant) - Genera

.... yeah, sure *snort* Since I haven't been obviously active for bod-knows-how-many months, this message is hardly of concequence, but whatever. In short, I'll be heading off to the Isle of Man tomorrow morning (a painfully early hour of said morning, might I add). Like all Isle of Man trips, this aught to be exeedingly fun, seeing as manx history continues to intrigue me and the scenery is just really nice (though not as nice as back home in the north). There will be plenty of seagulls and things for me to paint, as well as plenty of things to influence my summer project (the me one, not the college one). I've also got a hell of a lot of

Northumberland is BRILLIANT! It's probably a combination of my new outlook on life and the fact that I haven't been there for bloody ages, but I seem to have only just realized quite how brilliant  (it's Arthur-Sheppy-style "brilliant", so the italics are mandatory) the place is. The fact that I've been there once or twice a year every year for as long as I can remember and probably longer might make it seem boring. Not so. Day 1: "Ow, my legs" Most of Thursday was spent in the car, listening through all of the good music in our pooled CD collection and a little bit of the bad music. Most of the rest of Thursday was spent in service stati