I complain when it's too cold in England, during the Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter. And then when it's too hot, I complain again. It's not supposed to be hot in England, we're in western Europe, not that close to the Equator and the northern hemisphere. Despite all this, and personally I think because of global warming and the lazy people who refuse to separate their rubbish because 'it's not my problem, I'll be dead soon' and recycle and be sustainable, it's been boiling in this summer. I'm talking high 20s (degrees C). Usually British summers are around low 20s at most with weak sunshine filtering through grey rainy clouds.
The heat in addition to just generally being a moody teenager and a moody female has made me more volatile and irritable lately. Well, I'm all these things on a good day and today has not been a great day so, inevitably, I got really angry. It's not midnight so I've been 'packing' for NCS (which is only 4 nights) for over 5 hours. During this time I have been searching through our mess of a laundry room for most of the stuff I need and I haven't been able to find it all. This may be an over reaction, but when I went to my little brother's room, I found one of my favourite pairs of socks that I spent ages looking for and couldn't find. He wore my socks, and just left them in his room never to be seen again fully knowing they were mine because a few days ago he picked them up and asked if they were mine. So I started yelling and hitting him with them and then threw a can of pringles at him after scratching him. I know, when I say 'it may', it usually is, so clearly this was disproportionate. But, if you think about it, it's really not. Since I could speak and understood the process of owning things I have been very possessive over my things, there are rules about borrowing my things and I don't really like sharing. Also, I'm the only girl with two brothers so most things, especially clothing items have never been an issue. Plus, it's a known fact that my little brother is unhygenic yet he still took my socks, and what for? There are a billion other pairs in the lump of clothing.
Then, I saw my horrible older brother, who has decided not to speak to me again. He's a bit petty really, kind of like a girl. It's strange, I can't usually be bothered with something like that because it's such an effort and why waste energy on dislikeable people? Anyways, so I saw my brother and asked if I could borrow his torch. I broke or lost mine ages ago and he never uses it so the logical assumption would be that asking was just a formality. Notice how I actually asked before borrowing? It's not difficult. And without blinking or any thought comes back the answer 'no.' Seriously? What is your problem? Why are you being such a flipping girl? Man up. (sorry, trying not to swear as much) It's a TORCH. YOU NEVER USE IT.
In my already agitated state, I got more wound up and stomped to my room, slamming the door as hard as possible. I find that making loud noises helps, the tiniest bit, to dispel my anger. Then I paced and sat and paced some more shaking angrily with angry tears in my eyes. (This is my angriest, shaking and tears separately are bad, but together is even worse) So I sat and decided to try deep breathing. You know, all those self help junk tell you to take a few deep breaths to calm down. Yep, didn't work so well. It just wound me up some more since I was forcing myself to sit and do nothing so I'd focus more on the angry feelings. Then I started writing and it's taken maybe 10, 15 minutes. I'm a lot calmer now and feel a bit better. Although I still despise the err, buttholes that are my brothers. I'm so glad my older brother will be leaving for university in a year and then I'm gone the year after.
Monday, 15 July 2013
Thursday, 11 July 2013
running
My relationship with running, as in outdoors on the pavements where people in cars stare and judge, is much like that with a favourite book or movie - you get really into it, spend lots of time on it then stop and come back to it occassionally. It's not to say that I stop exercising in my non-outdoor-running periods but I just get a bit lazy and bored of the same old routine, I really like running but after a while it becomes a chore instead of something I'm excited about.
I've noticed that after my runs, which generally last about 30 minutes (I stop about halfway and walk parts of the way home) I get cold-like symptoms, before it was a blocked nose and now it seems to be chesty coughes. I've looked this up on the internet and apparently the blocked nose would come under exercise-induced rhinitis and the chesty cough, exercise-induced asthma. Another thing I have noticed is that after an intense 2 hour workout at the gym I feel fine, tired, but otherwise healthy. Maybe this could be that there are just more pollutants in the open air and since I live in a town-turned-city, running on pavements would mean that I breathe in a lot of the fumes from passing motor vehicles. It could also be that I don't run as much in the gym, but I doubt it because I typically spend 15 minutes on the treadmill, and I walk at least 8 minutes of the outdoors run. This is going to stop me from running, laziness will, but I'd just like to figure what this is so I can get more drugs (I'm on stuff for acne and recently-ish developed hayfever) to fix it and completely nullify the purpose of my immune system clearly.
Also, I tend to notice with running is that I often go at what would be considered inapporpriate times of the day. Sometimes I would go around dinnertime, thus pushing back dinner and ruining my night-time routine, around lunchtime or like tonight (last night since it's 1am), late evening - tonight was 10:45pm and before during school time I liked to go around 9pm. I don't know, the reasoning for the late evening time is simple, since it's summer now, it's too hot to run in the day so night is the logical answer, also, night provides the cover of darkness so passersby can't see my sweaty grossness or easily see that I've stopped and am now walking around in shorts when it isn't shorts weather.
That's the one issue I have with running outside. Despite the fact that plenty of people do it, I feel self conscious and that people are judging me. I exercise in short shorts (I'm 16, it's ok) and a tshirt or vest top. Most runners I see are usually in leggings, 3/4 lengths or some men like to wear short shorts for men (mid thigh). So I guess some people may be thinking: 'it's cloudy and not that warm, why is she in short shorts?' but I can't exercise in leggings and 3/4 lengths are unflattering (yes. I care, I don't even ever tie up my fringe because all my hair pulled back is disgusting) and don't even get me started on knee length. I don't understand how other people can run in leggings, are they not pushing themselves enough to warm up? then why would you want to trap all the heat in with full length bottoms? No. That's illogical and stupid. Or I just lack modesty, at least with my bottom half. (I've been told that I wear too short shorts and skirts but it's my life and I'm comfortable). Although I have to admit, maybe that time when it was around 12 degrees, evening and raining, short shorts weren't so smart. Especially since I came back with red itchy legs, which I proceeded to scratch and the marks stayed for days. Except for that though, I stand by my clothing choice and people need to realise that STARING IS RUDE, and makes me a bit uncomfortable, especially coming from an old man.
I've noticed that after my runs, which generally last about 30 minutes (I stop about halfway and walk parts of the way home) I get cold-like symptoms, before it was a blocked nose and now it seems to be chesty coughes. I've looked this up on the internet and apparently the blocked nose would come under exercise-induced rhinitis and the chesty cough, exercise-induced asthma. Another thing I have noticed is that after an intense 2 hour workout at the gym I feel fine, tired, but otherwise healthy. Maybe this could be that there are just more pollutants in the open air and since I live in a town-turned-city, running on pavements would mean that I breathe in a lot of the fumes from passing motor vehicles. It could also be that I don't run as much in the gym, but I doubt it because I typically spend 15 minutes on the treadmill, and I walk at least 8 minutes of the outdoors run. This is going to stop me from running, laziness will, but I'd just like to figure what this is so I can get more drugs (I'm on stuff for acne and recently-ish developed hayfever) to fix it and completely nullify the purpose of my immune system clearly.
Also, I tend to notice with running is that I often go at what would be considered inapporpriate times of the day. Sometimes I would go around dinnertime, thus pushing back dinner and ruining my night-time routine, around lunchtime or like tonight (last night since it's 1am), late evening - tonight was 10:45pm and before during school time I liked to go around 9pm. I don't know, the reasoning for the late evening time is simple, since it's summer now, it's too hot to run in the day so night is the logical answer, also, night provides the cover of darkness so passersby can't see my sweaty grossness or easily see that I've stopped and am now walking around in shorts when it isn't shorts weather.
That's the one issue I have with running outside. Despite the fact that plenty of people do it, I feel self conscious and that people are judging me. I exercise in short shorts (I'm 16, it's ok) and a tshirt or vest top. Most runners I see are usually in leggings, 3/4 lengths or some men like to wear short shorts for men (mid thigh). So I guess some people may be thinking: 'it's cloudy and not that warm, why is she in short shorts?' but I can't exercise in leggings and 3/4 lengths are unflattering (yes. I care, I don't even ever tie up my fringe because all my hair pulled back is disgusting) and don't even get me started on knee length. I don't understand how other people can run in leggings, are they not pushing themselves enough to warm up? then why would you want to trap all the heat in with full length bottoms? No. That's illogical and stupid. Or I just lack modesty, at least with my bottom half. (I've been told that I wear too short shorts and skirts but it's my life and I'm comfortable). Although I have to admit, maybe that time when it was around 12 degrees, evening and raining, short shorts weren't so smart. Especially since I came back with red itchy legs, which I proceeded to scratch and the marks stayed for days. Except for that though, I stand by my clothing choice and people need to realise that STARING IS RUDE, and makes me a bit uncomfortable, especially coming from an old man.
Wednesday, 10 July 2013
anger management
So, my mum and I had one of our increasingly frequent yelling matches earlier. This usually concludes with me storming out and slaming the door to my room. Then one of 2 things happens, I stay in my room and stew for a bit before calming down and doing something in my room (read, text, movie) or getting some food, or I'll go to my room, get changed, grab my stuff and leave the house. I usually walk to town because there really isn't anything else interesting that I could walk to. Option #2 usually wins out over #1.
I find that the whole process is quite therapeutic. By the time I've finished the 20 or so minute walk I'm a lot calmer. Then since I'm in town I wander about the shops and inevitably buy things. After I've bought some things, I'm a lot happier and then I walk home. These excursions are generally quite short and only take a few hours (if you call that short). During the walk home, I'll start to question the necessity of my purchases, regret some purchases and consider returning some.
Especially now that I'm on my summer holiday, these trips are increasing in frequency. Although this method seems quite effective - since I return home happy and don't pick fights with whoever is in line of fire, I think I need a more cost effective way to channel my anger or any other pent up emotions. I say other emotions because I have a not so great way of dealing with other emotions, too, like when I get angry and sad and teary, then I either stay in my room and yell at anyone who comes near me or walk out without my phone and keep walking wherever. Or when I'm sad sad I cry uncontrollably and find somewhere where I can't be found. The common factor in these are that I either yell at undeserving people or walk out. And the anger one will cost me a lot if I get angry frequently.
Some people paint or eat chocolate and ice cream or go running or do some other exercise when they get angry or sad but I don't know. I do all of these things when I'm happy and they make me calm so if I did them when I'm angry or sad then I don't know, it'd taint it somehow. That's why when I broke up with my ex I refused to eat ice cream or chocolate when I was sad. Because it's a happy thing so if I do it when I'm sad then I'll be sad if I do it when I'm happy. Well that's the theory, anyways. I know, I don't really make a lot of sense, even on a good day.
I find that the whole process is quite therapeutic. By the time I've finished the 20 or so minute walk I'm a lot calmer. Then since I'm in town I wander about the shops and inevitably buy things. After I've bought some things, I'm a lot happier and then I walk home. These excursions are generally quite short and only take a few hours (if you call that short). During the walk home, I'll start to question the necessity of my purchases, regret some purchases and consider returning some.
Especially now that I'm on my summer holiday, these trips are increasing in frequency. Although this method seems quite effective - since I return home happy and don't pick fights with whoever is in line of fire, I think I need a more cost effective way to channel my anger or any other pent up emotions. I say other emotions because I have a not so great way of dealing with other emotions, too, like when I get angry and sad and teary, then I either stay in my room and yell at anyone who comes near me or walk out without my phone and keep walking wherever. Or when I'm sad sad I cry uncontrollably and find somewhere where I can't be found. The common factor in these are that I either yell at undeserving people or walk out. And the anger one will cost me a lot if I get angry frequently.
Some people paint or eat chocolate and ice cream or go running or do some other exercise when they get angry or sad but I don't know. I do all of these things when I'm happy and they make me calm so if I did them when I'm angry or sad then I don't know, it'd taint it somehow. That's why when I broke up with my ex I refused to eat ice cream or chocolate when I was sad. Because it's a happy thing so if I do it when I'm sad then I'll be sad if I do it when I'm happy. Well that's the theory, anyways. I know, I don't really make a lot of sense, even on a good day.
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
ignorance
I'd started a post, yesterday now, and I'll probably finish it later today, when I get up, after I've slept. But I was suddenly thinking about something and wanted to hash it. What better way to do that than to post it on the internet? I know, smart thinking.
There's the saying: ignorance is bliss. I was contemplating this and I think back to when I was really young. Think, just starting-school-and-learning-to-read-and-write young. Back then we (I assume) took everything at face value. What our parents and teachers and mostly, older siblings said was the truth because we didn't know about lying and untruths and half-truths back then, and, it seemed to us that people didn't have a reason for telling us anything other than the truth. How could our innocent selves be able to ask any difficult questions or know that an action was wrong if done by someone older and seemingly more knowledgeable?
And then I think to now, I tend to say a lot of things flippantly, not realising that I'm being rude or offensive or actually really mean it or don't mean it - I'm impulsive and don't often think things through beforehand. I remember saying to my friends quite a lot that I would have preferred not to know a lot of things. Some were more important than others, and yes, some small things probably aren't imperative to know. For example: I was sitting at a picnic bench chatting with, well talking at, my friend and then she tells me she watched a spider crawl into my mouth and I ate it, unknowingly. In that situation, yes, I would've rather not been told, it's not like I could've done anything about it and there really weren't any devasting consequence (we live in the UK with non-venomous spiders). Or when I've been out and know that I look a little (a lot) worse for wear then avoiding a mirror is probably better until I've showered etc. But then, also in some more important issues, isn't it sometimes better not to know? I can't think of an example that I've personally experienced but I read this is in a book (fictional romance novel): a person dies, and only one person knows a terrible secret about them and the person (that's living) decides to preserve the memory of the dead by never revealing the secret, despite how significant it is. I'm not sure how much I agree with that, but it's never really happened to me so I don't think I can really decide yet. Some things like that, I think it depends on the circumstances and the people involved.
On the other hand, there is also a saying that information is power. I agree with this, think about the law. If you know about various laws and a person's rights then you can fight better equipped. But if you didn't realise that you were entitled to higher pay (minimum wage) for example, then you would continue working for less than you deserve and the employer would get away with their exploitation and illegal practise.
But then again, along the same path as the earlier parts of this post, are there times when information is destructive? In these circumstances, information is still power, but it holds the power to hurt you instead of to help.
Despite this though, I've always been a very curious question - I asked exessive amounts of 'why's' growing up and still dig for every little detail. I think this is to do with my wanting to be in control so to do that I need to know every angle of the situation. This has happened a few times in recent years, even with my friends telling me not to and knowing myself that nothing good could come of it, I would still talk to my ex to find out exactly why we couldn't stay friends when that's what we agreed to. In all of times I've done this (not all in the situation, but many similar ones) I've always walked in knowing it was a bad idea, my friends telling me not to and come out feeling bad and knowing I should've left well enough alone. I seem to be a sort of masochist though, I need to find out every painful detail, I look through sales racks to see if something expensive I've just bought has been discounted, I read the end of the book and ruin the middle chunk and plenty more.
I'm sure there's more I could say and it sure sounds like I was going somewhere with that last bit but I've just drawn a complete blank and since it's past 2am I think it's reasonable that I'm losing coherency.
There's the saying: ignorance is bliss. I was contemplating this and I think back to when I was really young. Think, just starting-school-and-learning-to-read-and-write young. Back then we (I assume) took everything at face value. What our parents and teachers and mostly, older siblings said was the truth because we didn't know about lying and untruths and half-truths back then, and, it seemed to us that people didn't have a reason for telling us anything other than the truth. How could our innocent selves be able to ask any difficult questions or know that an action was wrong if done by someone older and seemingly more knowledgeable?
And then I think to now, I tend to say a lot of things flippantly, not realising that I'm being rude or offensive or actually really mean it or don't mean it - I'm impulsive and don't often think things through beforehand. I remember saying to my friends quite a lot that I would have preferred not to know a lot of things. Some were more important than others, and yes, some small things probably aren't imperative to know. For example: I was sitting at a picnic bench chatting with, well talking at, my friend and then she tells me she watched a spider crawl into my mouth and I ate it, unknowingly. In that situation, yes, I would've rather not been told, it's not like I could've done anything about it and there really weren't any devasting consequence (we live in the UK with non-venomous spiders). Or when I've been out and know that I look a little (a lot) worse for wear then avoiding a mirror is probably better until I've showered etc. But then, also in some more important issues, isn't it sometimes better not to know? I can't think of an example that I've personally experienced but I read this is in a book (fictional romance novel): a person dies, and only one person knows a terrible secret about them and the person (that's living) decides to preserve the memory of the dead by never revealing the secret, despite how significant it is. I'm not sure how much I agree with that, but it's never really happened to me so I don't think I can really decide yet. Some things like that, I think it depends on the circumstances and the people involved.
On the other hand, there is also a saying that information is power. I agree with this, think about the law. If you know about various laws and a person's rights then you can fight better equipped. But if you didn't realise that you were entitled to higher pay (minimum wage) for example, then you would continue working for less than you deserve and the employer would get away with their exploitation and illegal practise.
But then again, along the same path as the earlier parts of this post, are there times when information is destructive? In these circumstances, information is still power, but it holds the power to hurt you instead of to help.
Despite this though, I've always been a very curious question - I asked exessive amounts of 'why's' growing up and still dig for every little detail. I think this is to do with my wanting to be in control so to do that I need to know every angle of the situation. This has happened a few times in recent years, even with my friends telling me not to and knowing myself that nothing good could come of it, I would still talk to my ex to find out exactly why we couldn't stay friends when that's what we agreed to. In all of times I've done this (not all in the situation, but many similar ones) I've always walked in knowing it was a bad idea, my friends telling me not to and come out feeling bad and knowing I should've left well enough alone. I seem to be a sort of masochist though, I need to find out every painful detail, I look through sales racks to see if something expensive I've just bought has been discounted, I read the end of the book and ruin the middle chunk and plenty more.
I'm sure there's more I could say and it sure sounds like I was going somewhere with that last bit but I've just drawn a complete blank and since it's past 2am I think it's reasonable that I'm losing coherency.
Sunday, 7 July 2013
sunbathing
I meant to post that previous post yesterday but I was overheating so I couldn't finish writing. No surprise, it's equally as hot as yesterday, if not hotter. I'm not sure, it was more stuffy and humid and I spent the day indoors yesterday. Today, I went to tesco in a three-quarter sleeve shirt, short shorts and ankle boots. That was a bad choice but the top and shorts are new and they look cute together so I chose fashion over practicallity. I'm not so sure that it was worth it after the trip took a lot longer than I expected and I had to wait in the car without the air con on. Then I got home, at some brunch and am now sunbathing in the back garden.
I'm not too sure how much I have to say about this but I'll try. So I'm in a bikini with a book, my laptop, sunglasses, water, iPod, phone and towel. I probably should have put my hair up but I don't feel like getting up now. It's also just occurred to me that I haven't taken my hayfever tablets yet and I've developed quite bad hayfever.
I should've mentioned earlier, at the moment, we have my 20 something male cousin round, and a family friend who's also male and 17. The pair of them and my little brother are all in the living room (which has doors leading to the garden) eating their breakfast/brunch/lunch. I'm not really sure how comfortable they are with my current attire. But my philosophy (I've probably used the word wrong) is that if they're allowed to walk around in just boxers then why can't I, in my equivalent. I'm not exactly comfortable seeing my brothers in form-fitting boxers, or overly loose ones for that matter.
Back to sunbathing, I really don't understand how people spend so much time doing this. I hate laying around and getting sweaty and the sun makes it hard to read or use your phone or something and I don't like people seeing my tummy so I'm laying on my back most of the time then I worry about tan lines and uneveness -like Ross' spray tan in FRIENDS. However, one thing that I'm grateful for is that I'm what I call dark Chinese, not the really pale kind that doesn't tan. I tan nicely and very easily so usually by the timet he summer holidays start in mid-July, after a couple of months of sun, I'm a nice olive colour. I also don't burn very easily so, especially in England I never have to bother with suncream. Which is great because I hate the filmy, sticky feeling.
I think I'll have to stop here because my laptop is heating up and getting worringly hot and I do quite like this laptop so I don't want it to break.
I'm not too sure how much I have to say about this but I'll try. So I'm in a bikini with a book, my laptop, sunglasses, water, iPod, phone and towel. I probably should have put my hair up but I don't feel like getting up now. It's also just occurred to me that I haven't taken my hayfever tablets yet and I've developed quite bad hayfever.
I should've mentioned earlier, at the moment, we have my 20 something male cousin round, and a family friend who's also male and 17. The pair of them and my little brother are all in the living room (which has doors leading to the garden) eating their breakfast/brunch/lunch. I'm not really sure how comfortable they are with my current attire. But my philosophy (I've probably used the word wrong) is that if they're allowed to walk around in just boxers then why can't I, in my equivalent. I'm not exactly comfortable seeing my brothers in form-fitting boxers, or overly loose ones for that matter.
Back to sunbathing, I really don't understand how people spend so much time doing this. I hate laying around and getting sweaty and the sun makes it hard to read or use your phone or something and I don't like people seeing my tummy so I'm laying on my back most of the time then I worry about tan lines and uneveness -like Ross' spray tan in FRIENDS. However, one thing that I'm grateful for is that I'm what I call dark Chinese, not the really pale kind that doesn't tan. I tan nicely and very easily so usually by the timet he summer holidays start in mid-July, after a couple of months of sun, I'm a nice olive colour. I also don't burn very easily so, especially in England I never have to bother with suncream. Which is great because I hate the filmy, sticky feeling.
I think I'll have to stop here because my laptop is heating up and getting worringly hot and I do quite like this laptop so I don't want it to break.
my fan
I forgot to mention earlier that I have started a few posts in the interim but I never finished them and posted them. This is for two main reasons, 1) I wasn't too sure how to word what I wanted to say/I didn't really know what I wanted to say about the topic and 2) I was too tired to concentrate and stay awake long enough to finish writing. They may, at some point, appear here, but then again, I may never figure out what I want to say about it or decide that I don't want that on the internet, immobolised forever and ever and ever.
Anyways, as I've mentioned before, it was excessively hot today. For some reason I feel like if I fight against something long enough then I might 'win'. A good example is my fan.We only have 2 fans in the house and in the summer they are a hot commodity and constantly fought over/stolen when people leave their rooms. For this reason I kept my fan, the better one, in my room throughout the winter, therefore I get first dibs in the summer and my room stays nice and cool. So, back to my stupid fighting against something inevitable thing. Basically, despite the stuffy feeling in my room, I refused to turn the fan off, mainly because it seemed like a lot of effort but also because maybe if I could survive the heat then I would slowly adapt and eventually the heat wouldn't bother me. No such luck. It got unbearable in my room, especially because my friend and I had done our nails in the morning then I split some nail polish so had to use the remover on my bed. The heat made the smell worse and I didn't feel too great after a while.
Eventually around 8ish I decided that the fan was a good idea and not giving up. However, I'm not sure why but the fan seems to have broken during the winter hibernation. It would turn off for no reason, increase and then decrease in speed/power reptitively and beep (changing modes or time or something). But none of this was because I pressed a button to make it happen. It got quite annoying so I had to turn the fan off but then it got too hot and I had to turn it back on. It's a vicious cycle.
Anyways, as I've mentioned before, it was excessively hot today. For some reason I feel like if I fight against something long enough then I might 'win'. A good example is my fan.We only have 2 fans in the house and in the summer they are a hot commodity and constantly fought over/stolen when people leave their rooms. For this reason I kept my fan, the better one, in my room throughout the winter, therefore I get first dibs in the summer and my room stays nice and cool. So, back to my stupid fighting against something inevitable thing. Basically, despite the stuffy feeling in my room, I refused to turn the fan off, mainly because it seemed like a lot of effort but also because maybe if I could survive the heat then I would slowly adapt and eventually the heat wouldn't bother me. No such luck. It got unbearable in my room, especially because my friend and I had done our nails in the morning then I split some nail polish so had to use the remover on my bed. The heat made the smell worse and I didn't feel too great after a while.
Eventually around 8ish I decided that the fan was a good idea and not giving up. However, I'm not sure why but the fan seems to have broken during the winter hibernation. It would turn off for no reason, increase and then decrease in speed/power reptitively and beep (changing modes or time or something). But none of this was because I pressed a button to make it happen. It got quite annoying so I had to turn the fan off but then it got too hot and I had to turn it back on. It's a vicious cycle.
Saturday, 6 July 2013
hi
I've just re-tabulated (I'm not sure if that's actually word but a) I don't really care and b) the spell checker that I've come to rely on has broken) the amount of posts I'm missing, including the remaining 2 for today so including this one and I have 62. It's funny because at last count it was 38 and now it's almost doubled. That's quite scary and I won't be home or with much internet access for 10 days starting next Monday but excluding the weekend so if I'm ever going to get back on track I have to speed up and write all the posts for those days as well and then either post them all before I leave, when I get back, or entrust my friend with my password and ask if she won't mind posting them for me every day.
I'm not too sure where I was going with that introduction so in typical me fashion I'll just change the topic completely and start writing about an actual event or topic. Since I have so many posts to write I think I'll start with my day and possibly include yesterday but I might save that for another post so I don't run out of topics halfway through the 62.
As I mentioned earlier, my friend left around 1pm which in theory meant that I still had plenty of time to be productive etc. etc. However, I ended up spending the day doing absolutely nothing and eating way too much. That seems to be happening way too often recently, so I think I might have to increase the frequency of my gym visits.
I blame the excessive heat for my lack of productivity though. It's been way too humid and since I don't have a tv in my room, I use my computer, that contributes to the heat and makes it unpleasantly stiffling in my little haven. Plus, I always feel really sleepy in the heat so I slept part of the day away. It was not plesant waking up to find still no food for dinner (there was nothing for lunch). My mum had actually called me at 2pm promising to bring some veg and lemon and garlic for my dinner so I could cook the salmon in the fridge. Then I spent some quality time with the tv and sofa and ants in the living room watching old episodes of Rules of Engagement and Big Bang Theory that I've watched before. Oh, and some ice cream and yummy bear cookies. Then I went back to my room and watched a few Sex and the City episodes, which I have also watched before, showered and decided I'd better start writing.
I'm not too sure where I was going with that introduction so in typical me fashion I'll just change the topic completely and start writing about an actual event or topic. Since I have so many posts to write I think I'll start with my day and possibly include yesterday but I might save that for another post so I don't run out of topics halfway through the 62.
As I mentioned earlier, my friend left around 1pm which in theory meant that I still had plenty of time to be productive etc. etc. However, I ended up spending the day doing absolutely nothing and eating way too much. That seems to be happening way too often recently, so I think I might have to increase the frequency of my gym visits.
I blame the excessive heat for my lack of productivity though. It's been way too humid and since I don't have a tv in my room, I use my computer, that contributes to the heat and makes it unpleasantly stiffling in my little haven. Plus, I always feel really sleepy in the heat so I slept part of the day away. It was not plesant waking up to find still no food for dinner (there was nothing for lunch). My mum had actually called me at 2pm promising to bring some veg and lemon and garlic for my dinner so I could cook the salmon in the fridge. Then I spent some quality time with the tv and sofa and ants in the living room watching old episodes of Rules of Engagement and Big Bang Theory that I've watched before. Oh, and some ice cream and yummy bear cookies. Then I went back to my room and watched a few Sex and the City episodes, which I have also watched before, showered and decided I'd better start writing.
well...
I would apologise again, but it's getting old now. However, there is a perfectly good, legitimate reason, I promise! Well, for three days at least, before that, and after that, I got a bit distracted a lazy. Really this all goes back to my worry that I'll waste my holidays being bored so I pack it full with activities and work myself into the ground. Well not work but that's the saying.
I think I might break this up into several shorter posts because it could get a bit long and boring otherwise so I'll gloss through what I've been doing and why I've neglected you all.So the last post that I posted was last week, on the 29th June. The day after that I was busy making sure that I was prepared for my work experience at the House of Lords which was from the 1st July to 3rd of July. The day after I had badminton early in the morning and then work in the evening and I spent the middle chunk of the day exhausted after twisting my ankle at badminton and not sleeping enough for the past 4 nights. I meant to write at least one post on Thursday night but my cousin had just arrived from Newcastle and I had to start tidying my room since my friend was coming round the next day. That leads up to yesterday, I met my friend to go shopping in London at 1:30pm which meant that I had to be out of the house by 1pm, which meant I had to start getting ready at 11:30am. I allotted an hour and half not because it takes me long to do my hair and makeup or anything, but because I never know what to wear and I had to make sure I had all my reciepts and despatch notices for the stuff I was going to return. I also had to make sure I had everything I needed in my bag and in theory, this time should prevent the last minute trips up and down the stairs having forgotten stuff. It didn't. The 3 to 4 hours from when I woke up to started getting ready was spent mostly tidying my room. And then today. And I've started writing now. My friend stayed until 1ish I think and then I did nothing and fell asleep until 6ish, at dinner, watched TV and here I am.
I think I'll save the rest of the scintillating events for other posts so this is where we part ways, ciao!
I think I might break this up into several shorter posts because it could get a bit long and boring otherwise so I'll gloss through what I've been doing and why I've neglected you all.So the last post that I posted was last week, on the 29th June. The day after that I was busy making sure that I was prepared for my work experience at the House of Lords which was from the 1st July to 3rd of July. The day after I had badminton early in the morning and then work in the evening and I spent the middle chunk of the day exhausted after twisting my ankle at badminton and not sleeping enough for the past 4 nights. I meant to write at least one post on Thursday night but my cousin had just arrived from Newcastle and I had to start tidying my room since my friend was coming round the next day. That leads up to yesterday, I met my friend to go shopping in London at 1:30pm which meant that I had to be out of the house by 1pm, which meant I had to start getting ready at 11:30am. I allotted an hour and half not because it takes me long to do my hair and makeup or anything, but because I never know what to wear and I had to make sure I had all my reciepts and despatch notices for the stuff I was going to return. I also had to make sure I had everything I needed in my bag and in theory, this time should prevent the last minute trips up and down the stairs having forgotten stuff. It didn't. The 3 to 4 hours from when I woke up to started getting ready was spent mostly tidying my room. And then today. And I've started writing now. My friend stayed until 1ish I think and then I did nothing and fell asleep until 6ish, at dinner, watched TV and here I am.
I think I'll save the rest of the scintillating events for other posts so this is where we part ways, ciao!
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