A Mixed Day
So I got woken up at 9:15 by some old Bristolian dude who insisted on painting the ceiling of my bathroom. It didn’t need doing, but he was in there before I could say “Alright my loverrrr.”
Revision started, as it has done for the past three days, and became incredibly boring incredibly quickly. But I stuck at it… at least until I found some guy slagging off a UWE friend, which I put a stop to in a passive-aggressive way =] (http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=7268738636&id=808585536&index=0 )
Shopped with Matt. Taught him how to make his own chips. Went to the gym with the roomies and then ate/revised some more. Got depressed over the amount of money I (don’t) have.
Like I said, a mixed day…
… and Jamie Oliver just got someone to dissect a dead obese dude. That’s put me off of being unhealthy forever *shivers at the thought of all the fat and artery cloggage*
2 more chapters of Ling 2 to do now. Then it shall be French ’til the new semester ^_^
So true… they are nice pictures =]
The Weekend in Bullet Points:
- ‘Crunchie’ at random flats is quite fun… until flatmates get emotional
- ‘Pub Golf’ is also fun… until 3 plastics ruin it for everyone
- ‘Dieting’ isn’t as fun but it’s healthy… until you end up getting the munchies after nights out or when you just snack after 11pm =P
And now I’m off to the gym. Before the fire alarm test wakes everyone up.
Short and sweet. Comme moi ^_^
A late one…
Because I’ve been out at the SU bar with the roomies =]
However, I am no-where near as wasted as I was last night… let’s just say that Cinny’s photos and videos of the evening prove to be interesting viewing, especially seeing as everyone looked at them and said, at least once, “I don’t remember doing that” =P
Anyway, aside from my blatant BLATANT alcoholism, I also went to the gym again today and got some French work done! And my Powerball Gyroscopic Glowing Doo-dad arrived today too, so it was all going good…
…and then I found that Phoenix court is gonna cost me more than expected if I live there. Sooooo if I work my ass off over the summer then I might just be able to eat next year.
It’s at times like this I need a lolcat.
So here’s one right now ^_^
Why are the pets I have never *this* cool??!
I just made THE best…
Pasta Bolognese… EVER!
I’m so proud of me. To think that a few months ago I would just whip out the ready meals and now all of my food is made from scratch. Woop! Go healthiness =]
So aside from culinary delights, I’ve also been to the gym (3 in a row, oh baby (as 402ers say)) and I’ve got no work done! Wahey!!
And I don’t know why I’m using so many !’s today either =/
My nails are finally growing too thanks to this crap you put on them to make them taste vile. Downside is that whenever I get a bit of food on my finger it’s now coupled with a bitter aftertaste. Yum…
And nooooow, for tonight…
….wtf am I doing?! Ring of fire? Lizard Lounge? Meeting Matt or staying with flatmates?!?!?!?
*implodes*
So I didn’t post yesterday becaaaaaaaaaause…
I was busy. With Matt. ‘Nuff said =P
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My first 2 full days at Uni have been good. Getting back into the swing of things (which is a euphemism for sleeping in late and not doing much…) and I’ve been to the gym on both days!
I have acquired a new found love for cross-trainers. And I bought a Powerball that should help too, if it arrives on Thursday!
Also, it may just be the season or the whole 2008 thing (which reminds me… Wellbeing tips for this week, where are they?!) but everyone’s getting all parental on each other’s asses. I mean, talk of kids and marriage and shiz… as Matt said yesterday, “And I thought us gays were bad enough.”
Everyone.
PLEASE.
Slow down.
You’re young. You’ve got lots of other stuff ahead of you before moving onto big things like this. Because frankly it won’t work between people. Between friends. Between families. And you will screw your life up.
Trust me, I’m a linguist =P
Ok, rant over =]
Life, Love, and a French Teacher who could also be the entire Internet as we know it.
After enjoying the comforts of my double-bed for one more time, I got up, packed my stuff up (of course, omitting many essentials) and came back to UWE with a little transportery assistance from mom n dad.
I’m back hooooooome =]
So, whilst being here, I’ve managed to:
- See all of 405 once again
- Get a huuuuuge hug from Cinny ^_^
- Realise which things I forgot to bring back
- Make my room more amazing
- Exercise!!!!!
- Discuss with Laura, and prove, that Françoise is ACTUALLY Google, the Internet and the Pope combined (and we’re currently in discussion as to whether she is also God… who knoooooows)
Howeverrrr, I haven’t seen the boyf as he’s currently working like an architect (as he is, well, an architect student =/ )
My new speakers are currently booming Shakira and Beyoncé out to me like their little speakeree lives depended on it, and I’m laughing at lolcats, such aaaaas
I <3 icanhascheezburger.com
Life is good. However, my Wellbeing calendar says that I need to fly a kite tomorrow. Anyone got a kite I can borrow?
Or something kite-esque?
I’d settle for a mitten with a string attached to it =]
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UPDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE
It’s true!
She is actually God.
And the phrase ‘OMF’ is now valid between the FLingers.
And anyone else for that matter ^_^
Christmas has left the building…
Yup.
It’s gone.
For another 350 or so days until we venture back up to the loft to get the boxes back down and see what’s been leaked on… it’s become a family event =P
I also managed to spend my last full day at home-home (as opposed to Uni-home) doing productive things like sorting out car insurance, packing for tomorrow, and going shopping with my rents to get my food shopping for the first week and a bit paid for me. Yay =]
Anyhoooos, last night proved to me several things:
- Funny sounding cocktails are usually the nicer tasting ones (Woo Woo = lush)
- Some people never change, and probably never will
- Being gay allows you to join in on much raunchier conversation and more goss… so much fun (and also invites to girls-nights-out… hah!) =D
And now I have the urge to dance a lot more. Like crazy. All the time. To lectures, whilst cooking, and even something as insane as dancing in a club.
Insane fool, I know =]
405 tomorrow. Le woo ^_^
To Quote Ralph Wiggum…
“I’m happy and angry“
Ok, maybe not as clear cut as that, but I’m feeling really weird. Like, happy, but sad, yet apprehensive and hopeful but at the same time confused and tired…. Yeah…… =/
Perhaps it’s the lack of snacking or chocolate-based withdrawal symptoms. Perhaps it’s something else entirely. I’m not too keen on it though.
I am happy that Pat passed his test today though, aaaand that we’re off out tonight to celebrate it, along with ‘celebrating’ our last Bridgo outing together for a few months =]
Dammit. I need chocolate ¬_¬ …
Some random German Anime emotions. I think I’m a bit of each atm =P
The Hiiiiiills Are Aliiiiiive…
…with… well, not much really.
Telford was empty. Bridgnorth was empty. I think pretty much everyone was avoiding me today =P
Still a good day though. Still haven’t snacked, got my MOT paid for me (I <3 my rents =] ), new jeans and a toothbrush… world’s most random assortment of bought things perhaps??
The only exercise I got was walking around Telf though. How pants =/
…In other news, have a picture =]
Bridgo Town Hall. How exotic…
MOTs, French and some guy in a Chicken Suit
(Ok, so one of those three things I didn’t encounter today, but it made for an interesting title =] )
My first ‘proper’ day of healthiness has gone well. I’ve refrained from snacking and drank plenty more water, yet I’m still lacking on the exercise front =/
I also have this annoying niggling that I’m not doing enough for the boyf. Maybe it’s the distance, maybe it’s Skype being flakier than dandruff on a really hairy dog, but I feel like I’m failing him somehow… hope I’m wrong…
It might also be something to do with my parents wanting to get rid of me earlier than I expected. Take the simple conversation:
Mom : “Would you like to go back Saturday or Sunday?”
Me : “I thought I was going back Monday??”
Mom : “I’d prefer Sunday”
Now, is it just me, or does that drip with “You’ve outstayed your welcome and you’re bleeding me dry of money again” or not?
…and is it unpatriotic to know more about French history and politics than I do of my own country??!
