- Learnt what my optical prescription means, and laughed at how different my eyes are.
- Searched for travel insurance, and realised how ridiculously specific and exclusive insurance terms and conditions are.
- Taken a bath, in which I; shaved my legs, read a fair amount of Stephen Fry’s biography, and washed my hair.
- Lost my glasses, and after a short panic in which I thought they had been thrown out with the trash and I would have to buy a new pair, found them inside a leg of my jeans.
- Taken two Anadin Extra, also known as “magic pills”- not only for their ability to make headaches go faaaaar away, but because the minsicule caffeine in them makes me both hyperactive and very sensitive (hurr < comment for Giles’ benefit and general luls).
- Eaten an apple and drank a cup of mint tea. Who needs food when one has caffeine and the internet?
- Finaaaallly written some semblance of a blog.
On point number seven, I have resolved to start blogging again, but perhaps under another name. I’ve probably discouraged all readers from this due to my erratic and lazy posting, so there are less people I personally know reading it. I do admire people like Alex, for example; he keeps up an honest blog, posting frequently and honestly, despite the reams of ‘fans’ and people who know him. Also, as he states every so often- it’s a ‘diary’ rather than a ‘blog’. Sadly, I’m terribly taken by the idea of writing to an audience. Even in my private diaries when I was younger, I used to write to myself- with the knowledge that I would read back over them. And indeed I did. Adding corrections and little notes saying what actually happened, with the date written beside them. For example, I may have written about being in love with someone, with a later note saying we had broken up and I was devastated or whatever, with a later correction saying that in hindsight, he was a bit of an idiot and I just had a crush. The point I’m trying to make is that writing for an audience comes naturally when I’m writing an entry. Even if that audience is only going to be a future me, laughing at how I overreact and get the wrong end of the stick.
Of course, the fact that this is public, unlike the very private diaries I had as a kid- to date, only one other person has looked through them, and that was Matt- means that I naturally have to censor some things. For example, I’m hesitant to write about anything to do with sex, in case my gran stumbles across this and so on. Likewise, I think there are virtues to keeping things concerning my relationship to myself. I know that Giles reads this, as has said that he doesn’t mind if I write about him, but I’m sure he’d rather some details were kept to just us!
And it’s at this point I realise I’m harping on about the same bloody topic which I have done for the past few months worths of entries.
I think it’s time for me to include another list. Perhaps I should chalk “making excessive lists” onto my list of “odd caffeine side effects”. Oh wait.
Things I have gained since I last wrote a proper blog;
- An admirer. The same girl whom I apparently stole Giles from and who he (and I’m hesitant to use this word) cheated on me with, now detests him and has a “girl crush” on me. Oh joy. Do not ask me why, but I’m sure it’s not down to my awesome blogging skills or my incredible looks.
- Skinny jeans. Grey ones. And an odd desire to dress like an late 90s emo kid. Pin badges, track jackets and converse, watch out! Although I’m not allowed a lip piercing.
- An LG Viewty. Sex-ay. I’ve had it for a few months now, and as more people get them, it gets less attention. At first, it was a case of people staring on buses as I jabbed at the screen and going “ooh, is that the new Viewty touch-screen thing?”. I’m still maintaining that touch screens are the way of the future.
- Weight. I’m not so pleased about this one. I need to start playing DDR again.
- Asthma! Another thing I’m not overjoyed about. I may have mentioned it briefly, but I’m still wondering why it has only just appeared. It’s an inconvenience which the novelty has thoroughly worn off of.
- Minus money. I am experiencing being in debt currently, and it’s not very enjoyable.
Debt. I’m lucky it’s an interest free student overdraft, but I’m only getting deeper and deeper into it. Therefore, the hunt for a job has begun, although I can’t really get one before the end of my exams. If I don’t find something in the Summer, it’s going to be pretty miserable. I’ve applied for a working-from-home style thing, rewriting reviews. Hopefully, something will come of that and I can at least pay off my overdraft before next year starts. I’m past caring what I get in the holidays, to an extent. I’m just going to apply almost everywhere and by the laws of probability, somewhere must want me. Sadly, by the laws of Charlotte’s-bad-luck, it’s more likely I will have a repeat of Octopus last summer. To cut a long story short, I was called for an interview, a trial day, and basically told I was a shoe-in for the job to never hear from them again, despite trying to call and get hold of someone. And this leads onto another list (are you sensing a theme yet?);
Things which have recently made me upset;
- The aforementioned debt.
- Losing a friend. Skyler and I had an argument, a ridiculous one about capitalism, which resulted in me signing off and him sending a nasty email to me which made it clear that he didn’t want to speak to me. He backed up this point further by removing me from his contact list on msn, and his friends on facebook. I miss him like anything sometimes, but he’s made his point clear.
- Having my period. Oh my god, I remember why I take three packs of pills together. Men are fucking lucky.
- Losing my glasses this morning. I had something in between a panic and asthma attack and cried before I found them. Somehow, everything seems worse when I can’t see.
- Latin. If I fail, don’t be so suprised.
