IKEA Stuff
Hello, people.
Firstly, I found out people actually read this blog, so... thanks!
Most of you live in the UK, a few in America and one in Belgium and one in Germany.
Just to clarify, I'm not a stalker, I just looked on my blog demographics, I swear!
But thanks for taking the time to read about my life.
Yesterday, I went to IKEA, the large yellow and blue fortress of happiness. To normal people in the real world, going to a large store such would be a relatively mundane occurrence but for me, a teenager living in the middle of nowhere, it's the equivalent of going to Disneyland (to be honest, I'd rather get free IKEA stuff than go to Disney- I wasn't really a Disney kid, I went through a brief "princess" phase but soon grew out of it. Wow, this turned out to be a long bracket). It was a several hour drive to get there.
First thing we did was get a hot dog. I enjoyed it, after making myself forget how immensely gross/carcinogenic it was. Scoffed the fries, made the most of the free drinks refill (I tried almost all of the drinks- except sparkling pear water). Then we embarked on the grand showroom tour which, as usual, mesmerised me. Didn't buy any furniture but hopefully I'm getting a new bed in July/June as I've had my bunk beds since I was nine and they feel so childish now. The last time I had my room decorated was when I was in year 5 and the wall colours painfully reflect my personality back then- orange and bright reds. It seems so stupid now.
In summer, I'm getting my room re-decorated- I'll paint the walls a beige colour, not because I like the colour but because I have no strong feelings towards it. When I was ten, my mum painted my walls red and yellow and orange because those were the colours I loved. Back then, I thought I would always love orange because it was warm and happy but now I've learned that what you love can change. (Gross tumblr quotes, much?) If I were to have the walls a colour I loved now, it would be black or grey but I realised that in a few years, I probably won't still love black. So, I'll have neutral walls which I'll never love or hate.
Anyway, we got down to the "marketplace" and bought light yellow curtains- I got a pastel pink mug, don't know why I wanted it- I just like it for some reason.
On the way out, I refilled my cup... again (I forgot to mention, I carried the empty cup round the store the whole time specifically so I could have a drink at the end) and got a 50p ice cream. Cheap food, yum.
On the way back we drove through the new forest. We stopped off at some places so I could climb some trees (I may or may not have fallen out of one and made the weirdest scream noise ever, causing a cyclist to give me a very weird look). I fell asleep in the car and woke up in a pool of sweat. Great.
-Radium
Just to clarify, I'm not a stalker, I just looked on my blog demographics, I swear!
But thanks for taking the time to read about my life.
Yesterday, I went to IKEA, the large yellow and blue fortress of happiness. To normal people in the real world, going to a large store such would be a relatively mundane occurrence but for me, a teenager living in the middle of nowhere, it's the equivalent of going to Disneyland (to be honest, I'd rather get free IKEA stuff than go to Disney- I wasn't really a Disney kid, I went through a brief "princess" phase but soon grew out of it. Wow, this turned out to be a long bracket). It was a several hour drive to get there.
First thing we did was get a hot dog. I enjoyed it, after making myself forget how immensely gross/carcinogenic it was. Scoffed the fries, made the most of the free drinks refill (I tried almost all of the drinks- except sparkling pear water). Then we embarked on the grand showroom tour which, as usual, mesmerised me. Didn't buy any furniture but hopefully I'm getting a new bed in July/June as I've had my bunk beds since I was nine and they feel so childish now. The last time I had my room decorated was when I was in year 5 and the wall colours painfully reflect my personality back then- orange and bright reds. It seems so stupid now.
In summer, I'm getting my room re-decorated- I'll paint the walls a beige colour, not because I like the colour but because I have no strong feelings towards it. When I was ten, my mum painted my walls red and yellow and orange because those were the colours I loved. Back then, I thought I would always love orange because it was warm and happy but now I've learned that what you love can change. (Gross tumblr quotes, much?) If I were to have the walls a colour I loved now, it would be black or grey but I realised that in a few years, I probably won't still love black. So, I'll have neutral walls which I'll never love or hate.
Anyway, we got down to the "marketplace" and bought light yellow curtains- I got a pastel pink mug, don't know why I wanted it- I just like it for some reason.
On the way out, I refilled my cup... again (I forgot to mention, I carried the empty cup round the store the whole time specifically so I could have a drink at the end) and got a 50p ice cream. Cheap food, yum.
On the way back we drove through the new forest. We stopped off at some places so I could climb some trees (I may or may not have fallen out of one and made the weirdest scream noise ever, causing a cyclist to give me a very weird look). I fell asleep in the car and woke up in a pool of sweat. Great.
-Radium
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