Georgina is;

tired and sleepy whilst posting this:

To blog or not to blog has been a continual question I have pondered: do i want to be defined by the way in which my thoughts are interpreted as they are read off this page?
Ive decided that this questionable attitude is slightly arrogant due to the fact that im sure people arent entirely overwhelmed with a burning sense of passion when they read my thoughts, and therefore that this should lead them to want to define me.
Im okay with this.
Therefore whatever comes to mind will be posted....random and boring maybe...but its therapeutic to write shit down? yeshhhh. so if u want to read my 'shiz' to put it a little more 'street' (haha) then cool. Im down with that:) but if you're bored click on the ads, their virus free and make me dollarsss....(or pounds? or maybe just pennies!)
And im definately okay with that.

Waves are: metaphorical, literal, ironic; sitting in a red car watching the low moon reflect on the waves at midnight is soothing.
They represent. A lot. the irony of time-how they rush and rush and rush to get to shore when the tides coming in, only to go back again. I do this. rush rush rush....only to go back again and do it properly. How ironic time is. 'There's not enough hours in the day'.
Literally a wave crashes and burns. It falls. This is not negative or pessimistic. Simply literal. It rolls to shore, its strength held together by its natural ability to pursue the wave ahead, to crash whatevers in its path before it crashes itself. Upon the shoreline. I like the natural ability it has to do this. I like the power.
Power is fear, and joy at the same time. The fear of what this power can do to oneself is the fear of many, but use the power in the right way fuels the joy of many.

This is the beauty of nature.
Sitting in a red car allows one to watch the beauty of nature. to take it in, to feel the cool summer nights air, to appreciate the july wind, to let the mind wander whilst Joe Bonamassa plays beautiful guitar and piano in your ear.
This was the beauty of tonight.