The Flow of Thought

Good news first, I got my period today. Now, there is absolutely no logical reason why I would welcome that painful experience in my life, but I do. Because it lays to rest some of the worries I had been having about my health while at university. The whole of my first year, I did not get my period even once. That meant that I went for a period of nearly 4-5 months without getting my period. It really messed with my head because my hormones were going everywhere (this I know in retrospect). So I am merely thankful that my period showed up on time, which means that I can be healthy and fine.

But here’s the bad part about these periods, cramps. I get horrible cramps and this month, I happened to get it on a weekend. What would I do if it came during a weekday? During class? There is so much at stake with the time my period shows up in and also, this is all contingent on my period deciding to be normal and show up every month. Another bad part about periods are my mood swings, they are quite funny in retrospect. but in their peak, they are important (even though I know I should not be taken seriously). I will switch from hating the whole human race to singing praises in a flash, and it is weird to see me spout hate because I generally am a loving, nice, happy person (even though my internet footprint as far as my blog is concerned is quite sad). I don’t really like the hormones controlling my brain like that, they make me feel out of control (which is again, quite weird, so hormones are not part of ‘me’? What?) Okay, enough crisis for a while, this is, but probably my period talking (and the fact that I am awake at 4am to write this blog after sleeping at around 12:30)

I do this a lot now, I wake up at crazy hours to write on the blog. But what worries me is the fact that this is not even a point in the semester when work piles like crazy. There are going to be much crazier points in the semester and I am genuinely afraid for the blog, will I be able to write every day? I probably need to reduce some kind of standard (assuming I have one at the present moment) of what makes a post. I probably will also have to put a check on how long I take to write this. I cannot afford to give myself too much time for this, for that will mean that I shall cut short on others’ times which would probably need to be prioritised. How long I take to write this is also quite contingent on me knowing what I want to write. Like right now, I am pretty much clueless and going with the flow (please get the pun), but maybe I need to start becoming more focused.

Also, I love my friends. They are the sweetest people on campus and I don’t know how I would survive without them at all. Talk about irony, I was just saying I need to be focused and brain decides to say something so utterly random. But I guess, that’s the greatest part, right? Thoughts travel so fast, they are wonderfully complex or simple, but they go everywhere (or can potentially do that). It gives me hope that there is always a chance that an imprisoned mind can set itself free, or can be set free (what is free, what is not, that’s a separate question in itself). Isn’t it truly marvellous?

And that’s my memory for the day.

Trip Day 4

Ah, Disneyland, what can I say about it? There were too many things I wanted to do today and very little that I managed to do. Disneyland, during peak vacation time, is a nightmare. I got tired just because of standing in hour-long waiting queues (and also because my period started today). It was not a disappointing day but I just could not help but wish I had more time on my hands and fewer people on the streets. It was an absolute nightmare to get on any ride, I could not even see the parade properly because of the crowds, could not get on many of the rides I wanted to go on (including kiddy rides, cruises and the train). I want to go again, though I don’t know when I shall get the opportunity again. 

My uncle was the one driving the car and he is quite a sombre person, very serious and well, we had to get back to Belgium today, so he had a pretty long drive to go. He did not come to Disneyland with us, choosing instead to go to a mall, because his wife and son weren’t here with us to enjoy the place. So it was just my parents, my brother and I who went on to Disneyland. And we did take quite a bit of time, we could have potentially annoyed him quite a bit. That’s the thing, as a family, we are all quite “scared” of him or at least slightly wary of him because he is quite aloof sometimes. But then, to each his own, I guess, and he is quite a nice person after all. 

Disneyland is wonderful, the aesthetics are on point, there is so much just to look at and see, so many characters to meet (again, something I could not do), so many rides to go on, and so many places to eat in and buy merchandise in. I bought the quintessential Disneyland visit headpiece, the one with the two Mickey Mouse ears and the bow in between. I have seen many people have those in remembrance of their trip to Disneyland and now I have added myself to the ranks. Moreover, the black velvety headpiece went wonderfully well with my curly black hair (which was slightly shiny and quite pretty today). I felt great (aside from the gradually progressing cramps).

We went inside the park and got our maps (this was important because I am collecting those things for myself) and proceeded to go to Frontierland. We got on a cruise at Frontierland (a 20 minute cruise that had a pretty decent wait time of 15 minutes). This was a very leisurely ride that we all enjoyed. Once we got down, we made our way to a rollercoaster called Thunder Mountain, but there was a waiting time of 45 minutes. So we decided to try our luck elsewhere in other rides, got a Fastpass instead and made our way ahead. Our Fastpass ticket was at 4:30 in the evening and we had roughly 4.5 hours with us to look at other stuff. We underestimated everything. 

We next went to Adventureland, where again, I wanted to go to a lot of places but we  could not get everywhere. We went on a watery ride from Pirates of the Caribbean, explored a pirate hideout (with caves, waterloos, etc), climbed a treehouse, and then we were exhausted from all the walking around. It was difficult to find our bearings, and sometimes we’d get lost or go on a wild goose chase and get completely exhausted. By this time, my legs were starting to hurt and my cramps were getting slowly worse. 

We next made our way to Fantasyland, which was the land I really wanted to explore. But the map said it was a lot of kiddy rides (I disagree, carousels and miniature fairy tales are for everyone!) and my parents didn’t really let me do much there. We walked around (as we did everywhere else), looking at queues (which all had a minimum wait time of 45 minutes), and moving on ahead. We didn’t even get to see any of the programmes at the theatres, I was sad. My uterus decided then was a good time to start its work of pushing out itself. I was getting moodier by the second. And nothing could be done about it. 

Our next stop was Discoveryland, the final land at Disneyland. We braved an hour long queue and got on a ride called Star Tours. This was absolutely brilliant, it felt so real and thrilling, even though we physically didn’t not exactly move anywhere. It was a 4D experience, the “spaceship” tumbled around, it really felt like we were taking a trip into outer space. This was a wonderful attraction we were glad we went to. We then went to this ride called Autopia, where we rode mini cars through a course with a mini traffic signal, a mini-highway, we rode through a forest area, etc. It was fun, and I really do love driving. I cannot wait to actually get a license for myself, it would be great to learn to drive.

Once we were done here, we once again walked all the way to Frontierland to use our fastness ticket and get to the ride faster. It was another brilliant ride, a rollercoaster that thrust us into the dark in a few places, sudden drops and twists and turns and halts, it was fun. We realised that we should get fastness tickets from then onwards, if we go there another time. My mother did promise us saying that we could go on a Europe trip next summer, stay for a few more days in France, take a multiple entry pass into Disneyland and explore every ride properly. Maybe we could go in June, instead of August, though it is too far off for me to think about right now. It has been an exhausting day, we travel back to the UK tomorrow. With my period, I should be fine, right? 

And that’s my memory for the day.