Choz*Girl; Geek; Writer.

I’d been homesick for a while now, so on Friday night, at 10pm I asked my dad if he would be willing to come collect me by car. He dropped by at 1am after his shift at work and by 3am on Saturday morning, I was with my family.

Everyone, I’m sure, gets bored of their surroundings at some point. I had been bored with the pace of life where I grew up but I had always thought my home town was genuinely pretty, beautiful and welcoming.

Last night only made this feeling stronger – the town I affectionately refer to as Parentsville has never looked as beautiful as it did to me last night. It was just amazing: the weather was hot but the sea breeze washed over the town like a prominent whisper through the suburban neighbourhoods. Clouds rolled in from the west and settled over the cliffs of the seaside town; the rolling hills on the horizon that hug the town’s borders from the mainland glowed fiery amber and gold at dusk; seagulls floated through the sky above with a content laziness.

It was also prom night for many of the secondary schools in town on Saturday. The beach, lined with hotels hosting the special event, added a magical aura to this little town as young women dressed in elegant dresses and young men flashed dashing grins, attired in suit and tie enjoyed Their Night. The decorative lights glimmered and swayed gently as darkness fell over the coastline and, at low tide, I made for a solitary walk under the pier on the sand, reminded that there is such a thing as living in the moment, that peace – no matter how fleeting – does exist and with no distractions.

When I originally left Parentsville a few years ago, there was a desperation to feel as though something new was happening in my life but I’d never fully intended to leave Parentsville or what it represented (see above) permanently; the familiarity and the fondness I have for the town and its picturesque location will forever remain ingrained in my idea of what makes for a ‘perfect’ location to settle down in. Certainly last night my desire to go back and consider setting up camp was strong.

Mostly it was the fact that I missed the sea. My gosh I miss the sea… and the open air as it breezed over me – the feeling of being completely exposed to the elements. I love that feeling of the air cutting through my clothes, running over my face and messing up my hair…

Undeterred by the cold, I was reminded that I was still alive and vitally so. What a difference to the feeling of enclosed turmoil on the claustrophobic streets and bustling traffic of the city.

I’m tired. I must sound harsh against the city I’ve lived in for a while now. Truth be told, I’m a country girl. I’m a beach girl. I’m a hills, mountains and tall green grass girl.

I suppose I’ll move back or find a new patch of beach to settle by, someday. When I do, I’ll be sure to tell you all about it.

In the meantime, I’m looking forward to my next visit to Parentsville. :)

Night, night. xx

Went to see the new Transformers movie this evening with an old work colleague and Aidan. I hadn’t heard from my work colleague in a while but it was nice when I suddenly got an email from her asking me if I’d like to see it.

Naturally I said yes – Revenge of the Fallen just looked awesome. I had a hoot laughing at the jokes and playfulness between the characters that were just larger than life.

The marines were a bit too marine-like, the parents were ridiculously parenting and the hero was clichéd and quipped.

Still, that’s what makes Transformers so great – what makes the fantasy all the more ready for us to lap up. We know the Transformers are fake, so the movies haven’t gone out of their way to make it anymore believable. The human actors are there as caricatures to flesh out the setting so that the awesome Transformers may blow us away with the fantastically choreographed computer generated imagery (CGI).

It’s a fun family movie although I was a bit shocked (perhaps too easily?!) by the graphic violence in the Transformer vs Transformer action scenes – which there were plenty of!! There was more ambient swearing in this movie than I recalled there being in the first, and there were lots of sexy shots of the two main women (sassy girlfriend and a possible female antagonist).

Funnily enough, I think that pretty much sums up the movie and its key ingredients. I will say, from a purely nerdy point of view – that I liked that the story was fleshed out well by using the monologue tool well but, having said that, who cares apart from me?

But yeah. I’d recommend you go see it. :)

In other news: I have been very tired and was a bit shocked when one of my friends expressed concern for me by email this morning.

I hadn’t thought it was particularly obvious in my casual presence online that I was as tired as I evidently am. However, it’s made me reconsider a few key things and, if anything else, has made me rather sad that I am this tired when I should be able to enjoy more valuable things in life.

Whilst action is imminent, I’m probably just going to take a vacation and think more happy thoughts in the meantime. ;)

I have managed to enjoy a few extra hours of sleep and generally just not put myself under any pressure to get things done (see also: slacked). It does feel good, though, just hanging around my oh-so wonderful apartment and just not having to worry about anything.

I’ve also inherited an iPhone. I guess when I’m less tired I’ll realise how thrilling this new development is – but for the moment it’s sitting in the lounge, chilling without me.

Heh. Ok. 1:19am. I’m off to bed. :)

Until next time, all. xx

T-Bone: its still work any way you look at it, i’m still a slave to the corporate machine
me: pwned.
T-Bone: what does pwned mean? i’ve seen it used by youngsters but it baffles me
me: what is an “Online Content Developer”? Pwned = phonetic “p-owned”. Essentially means ass whupped. Owned. Beaten.
T-Bone: Online Content Dev’pr sounds like another way of saying web developer perhaps with some CRM knowledge??? Lord knows
me: gonna ask Aidan
T-Bone: it’s just a title, I think its as simple as web developer
me: hrm.
T-Bone: they should have called it digital content development tsar
me: lol
T-Bone: or is it czar? god knows
me: tzar. close. but not close enough. PWNED ;)

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