cant wait for michaelmas 2b over
hello its been so long since i posted! im so sorry. life is kinda sucky right now cos im steadily falling behind in my work- i cant understand the math and stats as well as i want to, which is freaking annoying. i hate coasting along.. i want to be brilliant. and besides that, lots of moodswings and self-doubt resurfacing for no apparent reason. the cold weather sucks!! AND im putting on weight which ladies and gentlemen, is a tragedy of such epic proportions cos ive been working out faithfully. time to run more and go on a diet. just like how chim wants to punish her brain, i want to punish my body for gaining the pounds.
i swear im not dealing with things right, cos the moment i feel down, i gotta fight that rising urge in my throat to hit the clubs or the bars. i havent been chionging, but i cant guarantee that i wont inthe future, which is semi-scary. as it is im already looking forward to the next clubbing event, cos its gonna be such a release of stress for me. unfortunately ive alr promised myself i cant get drunk that night, so well. ha ha.
on a happier note, ive a 3 month commitment to this class of 5/6 year olds in a london primary school. im just a teaching assistant so i only play with them. but its such a nice change from being caught up with myself (surely a nasty byproduct of independent living). speaking of which this entry reeks of self-indulgence. i apologise for that. on to the regular notes:
shup! i havent seen u online for soooo long. how r your exams going? if my memory isnt screwing up, theyre not over yet, right? right-o.
argh chim, thats damn tough luck :( rub it more, take gd care, dun make a chronic problem worse by neglecting it now...
heyo fuzz, i wanna go to mallorca. island. beach. paradise. shall we invest in a guidebook? suddenly the prospect of 3 hapless, non-Spanish-speaking girls wandering the streets seems daunting... exciting, but daunting.
i swear im not dealing with things right, cos the moment i feel down, i gotta fight that rising urge in my throat to hit the clubs or the bars. i havent been chionging, but i cant guarantee that i wont inthe future, which is semi-scary. as it is im already looking forward to the next clubbing event, cos its gonna be such a release of stress for me. unfortunately ive alr promised myself i cant get drunk that night, so well. ha ha.
on a happier note, ive a 3 month commitment to this class of 5/6 year olds in a london primary school. im just a teaching assistant so i only play with them. but its such a nice change from being caught up with myself (surely a nasty byproduct of independent living). speaking of which this entry reeks of self-indulgence. i apologise for that. on to the regular notes:
shup! i havent seen u online for soooo long. how r your exams going? if my memory isnt screwing up, theyre not over yet, right? right-o.
argh chim, thats damn tough luck :( rub it more, take gd care, dun make a chronic problem worse by neglecting it now...
heyo fuzz, i wanna go to mallorca. island. beach. paradise. shall we invest in a guidebook? suddenly the prospect of 3 hapless, non-Spanish-speaking girls wandering the streets seems daunting... exciting, but daunting.
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