Heaven's rejection.

So the girl across from me is stunning. It's the usual sort, impossibly delicate, looks of such royalty and grace you expect her to come with a battalion to protect her. She even has a gold tiara-like hairband, as if to prove me right, and to the world, no less. She is a delicate flower, though the use of such an overused phrase is somewhat blasphemous. Even if I had come up with it, a flower just isn't delicate enough. Think more along the lines of an exotic butterflies wings, with which even the merest of touches, would be forever condemned to flightlessness. She reminds me of a girl I used to work with; I worked in the warehouse, and rebecca smedley worked in the restaurant. She was radiance incarnate. Buying those infamous meatballs could amount to the best minutes of my life at the time, amounting to my biggest regrets (if I favoured endeavouring in such folly). She had an ice-cool subtlety to her, like the melted residue barely comprehensible on the tip of an iceberg. Don't worry, you may see it as stupidity or false hope that I have utilised her name as the tags for this blog, but with facebook, linkedin, and rebecca sharing her name with some professional dancer, there is no way even you could find this blog through the use of her name. Nice try, though.
Everyone is falling asleep around me. It would seem that it is possible to sleep-stand. I'm having issues with conversation due to my insatiable hunger for a, the dream infront of me, and b, the mcdonalds breakfast i've not been able to convince myself away from. A double sausage and egg mcmuffin meal, a sausage an egg mcmuffin, an extra hash brown, life will be good.
If I could pluck up the ridiculous extents of courage only seen in books to ask this wonder I currently behold what her name was, the rejection would be worth it, for the pride in having spoken to her. Shame her mate resembles play-doh.
I sent a message to a person whom had placed an add on gumtree for a 21" old school style (crt) tv this morning, just before I got this train - no viewings when I looked, so i'm very hopeful. Still, this hints at a fun fact of the week; I own a limited edition blue pikachu n64, and this is what the tv is for, to be played in my room. Games are one of a few hobbies I have, and I suppose you'll find out more as this blog progresses.
Certainly this has been a tired blog, a partial test in writing extravagance, but I plan to improve with the next one. You may even say "this is bollocks, mark", and if you get the tv program reference, i would then applaud you.
Ciao kids, until next time.