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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Saturday, October 30, 2004
FREEEEEEEEDOM!!!!!
Most strange. Hasn't sunk in yet that I'm free of the hell pit. Nor have I figured out how best to use all my sudden free time, without simultaneously panicking about being unemployed. I can safely stay income free for a month (although that means pretty shitty xmas presents guys). But still - my over sensible brain likes to be secure and responsible with a healthy income, so it will be difficult to get it away from that kind of thinking.
Thinking of partaking in Nanowrimo, but writing a play instead of a novel. I'm sure it doesn't count, but there's nothing wrong with aiming for the same thing as novel writers - why not, says I. We shall see.
My life also just generally needs sorting out. The flat needs cleaning and sorting from top to bottom, and I seriously need some new clothes. And a hair cut. And a trip to the dentist. And my physio. And probably my Nutrionist - which I'm dreading cause I know I'm going to be horribly shamed when I have to admit the extent to which I have NOT been following his diet. My Crohn's isn't bad at the mo, but it's hardly great either - and I'm sure I'm not doing it any good.
That being said, now that I don't have to hastily snarfle chips and mars bars to drag myself through my torturous work day, I should be able to improve. Must try yoga - the lazy exercise. It's better than the current zero level of exercise I partake in. I'm turning into a lump with terrible stamina.
Must also go home and to Manchester - I think I'll do my Xmas shopping in Manchester this year - it's so much more interesting than shopping in London. Though I think I should return to the market I visited with Huggy Boobs earlier this year.
On a final note - I am shocked and appalled at the high rate of blog casualties. Porny Curtis disappeared months ago, and still has yet to return, and recent events saw the resignation of the hilariously amusing Kitchen Table. What makes me regret the passing of this blog is not just the amusement factor, but the fact that I was able to keep up with what the guy was up to. I've never known Mr Table especially well, but have always enjoyed his company and have always been interested in knowing what he's up to. Since I don't live in Manchester anymore, when I next see him I won't have a clue how his life as been. Perhaps that's how life should be, but I have appreciated the usefullness of blogger in this respect. I can keep tabs on my mates, see what they're up to, and still feel a little part of their lives. Which is nice. But hey, that's life - so the people say.
1:06 pm
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