So, yesterday I went to see The Importance of Being Earnest, and I can tell you that it was wonderful!

It was an outdoor performance. Unfortunately, my friend and I turned up and were hit with the realisation that everyone had brought chairs. Most of the people were, ahem, 'older', and had managed to come totally prepared...chairs, picnic rugs, picnics (Goodness, how sophisticated! With wine, cheese, crackers, and strawberries). I felt socially inadequate...like a stupid, snotty-nosed student. (How much of that is true?!) My friend and I were sitting on plastic bags on the grass, with only a packet of cheap chocolate digestives purchased in haste on the way. And then, during the interval, we queued a while for food (crisps! Sacred crisps!), and managed to return late- the play had started already. I proceeded to trample over people's picnic mats, narrowly missing a few hands, in order to reach our trusty plastic carrier bags. Not done very elegantly, I must say.

But despite this, it was a wonderful play, and it made me laugh very much. (And yes, there was a downpour. Luckily, I was prepared enough to bring an umbrella, but of course I nearly managed to blind a few people whilst attempting to put it up.)

Afterwards, it gave me the incredible urge to saunter around making terribly witty remarks about society. I soon realised that I had nothing remotely intelligent to say, so I tried to remember some of Wilde's best quotes instead. It is such a shame to appreciate the beauties of literature and art, and not be able to contribute anything yourself.

Quite often I feel the urge to better myself. I feel that I ought to (perhaps ought is not the right word? would like to?) learn so much more. I am wasting my time on earth, and if only I could become an intelligent, knowledgeable being, perhaps I would be making use of my life. In my quest for knowledge, I feel it would be nice to learn how to play musical instruments, and to READ more- I have recently been going through a bad reading time. I buy so many books, and get so excited by the prospect of reading them- I do love books, and I used to read a lot, but I just can’t be bothered at the moment.