Rabbit Heart.

It seems interesting to me, that I have spent so much of my life listening to music at ridiculously loud volumes in the attempt to either escape the dullest of bus journeys or to avoid conversation like the plague. What I've begun to notice as, as I have been doing this, I have become less intelligent. Hence the reason for writing this blog entry, a note to myself and all those that read this. I once had a lot of aspirations, had lots of potential and swarms of intelligence. I could remember things. A lot of things. I could actually trust my memory and not read at such a languid pace that it would take me a ridiculously long time to actually understand what it is I am reading. This is a testimony to intellect. I'm a melodramatic person, in case you hadn't noticed. But maybe that's what acting does to you. 'Teenage' is an angst one spends their adolescence either embracing it or trying to run as fast as they can from it. I think I'm both. Yes, both melodramatic and indecisive. What a catch!
But I mean what I say about my smarts. It terrifies me. I can't spell nor can I actually place words. It took me a good two minutes to come up with the word 'handcuffs' as I stood outside this really weird stall in Camden commenting on how everywhere seems to have fluffy... whatyoumercallits, and then started making idiotic arm miming. Apparently this was 'sweet'.
Yes, I have finally been to Camden market today. Only bought a Mickey & Miney Mouse badge but it's a nice place, smells werid though... And there were alot of bongs or whatever you call those drug taking things. Crazy.