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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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Sunday, January 09, 2005
Hey hey and a Happy New Year. At last it seems our internet connection at the Twickenham abode is behaving itself, which means I can actually return to the land of blog without swearing, frustration and an urge to bash the computer to pieces. It's all been a bit strained computer wise as my laptop also got a nasty virus, which meant no internet at work either (I use my own at work - a nice little extra earner).
So.... jolly good Christmas all round I think with pretty prezzies and quality family time enjoyed by the family as a whole (although Brooke and Billy spent most of Christmas Eve sulking with eachother - living together seems to do that to them). Lots of happy quality time with the Bron, making some weird videos (very odd for me as I tend to shy away from the cameras - however, since my character's face was mostly concealed with fuzzy hat and scarf I made an allowance). Managed to see Tall Boy too and my cousin Rob who spends most of his life on cruises (working of course). New Year's Eve was lovely - went to Princess Sar's flat in Manchester and had a jolly old time of things producing much tiredness but surprising little hang over. And of course it being the passing of 4 years for me and Cheesy always makes it a little special (though it's a sodding nightmare trying to do anything on your anniversary when the street's full of drunken fools - apart from the obvious I suppose, heh).
In other news, since starting my new job in November I have put on a stone! A stone, I tells ya! Now, weight has never really been an issue for me. I've always been a scrawny bugger (usually thanks to my Crohn's rubbishness - ain't nothing like a disease to keep your weight down). But since going on location and eating fried breakfasts, full lunches and take aways daily, combined with Christmas eating, I have become, well, I little wide around the edges. I was once told I had birthing hips (thank you Mr Chef at the Wacky Warehouse which was the place of my first employment at 17), now I can see why - it's where the weight piles on quite happily. I wouldn't really mind that much - I've always been a bit too skinny, and the weight is doing wonders for my cleavage - but I can't fit it to certain favourite items of clothing. My evening flares for example just can't take the strain anymore. And my Rachel Weiz skirt ain't having it (yes, I am now certainly fatter than Rachel Weiz). So. Diet. Definitely diet. Doing surprisingly well on the sugar/chocolate side of things (except for today, but being the first day of 'what-it-is-to-be-female-fucking-stupid-apple-of-Eden', I ain't about to argue with what my body tells me to eat, depsite knowing the any kind of refined sugar or caffeine will make any bloating and cramps worse, but logic has never been considered in this area of woman's lives). Also major cut down on carbs. Now if I can just figure out a way to get some exercise I could be onto something - with Cheesy away for most of Jan my exercise quota is going to drop dramatically. The DIY version just really doesn't burn the same number of calories.
Anyway - finally, New Year's Resolutions:
Get a better diet.
Write at least two sodding full length plays and start arseing around
Get another play put on
Learn some new piano pieces
Get good at Yoga
Minimal chocolate consumption
2005, hurrah!
1:18 pm
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