17th July 2012. 19th July 2012. 8th September 2012. Probably just three insignificant dates to those reading this. And yes, they do seem rather random. However these three dates have a bittersweet meaning to me. On the one hand, they will most likely be the best days of the year for me, and on the other hand… Well, let’s just say that they’ve made my bank account look like it was bombed in a world war. Sparse to say the least. The two dates in July are when I will be seeing Madonna and the other date in September is seeing Lady Gaga. I don’t expect you all to be as eye-wateringly excited at this as me, just keep in mind that I’ve saved up for near enough a year for this.
Once the tickets were bought, I felt a mix of euphoria of finally having the tickets in my hand (well, for the deliriously annoying ticket maverick that is Ticketmaster to send them) and the relief and panic of ticket-buying finally over, to the thought of the tiny-but-still-significant number that sits heart-wrenchingly alone at the bottom of my wishfully rich bank account.
Since having the money ceremoniously wrenched from my being by said ticket maverick, my soul has felt empty. Okay maybe that was piling on too much philosophy for the dire state of my bank account, but still. I hate not having money, makes me feel insignificant and well, poor. And that’s not to say I feel superior to others when I have money, because I don’t. It’s totally a personal thing, I feel superior to myself when I have money in my account.
I recently laid out onto my bed all my purchases from that week and almost cried (wiping my tears with a lonesome £5 note). The amount of silly purchases that I realised I didn’t really need was incredible. This gave me scope for a blog post… I’ve decided to spend the next week taking photos. Photos of everything that happens in my week, boring or interesting. I’ll capture purchases, outfits, happy moments, sad moments. Everything. Well, almost everything.
I’ll let you into my extremely interesting and lively world. A world where you will no doubt wish you were a part of. (Note: sarcasm is my main source of humour, detect it in the last two sentences I wrote).
So come back next week to read all about my week and see the photographic evidence!