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Sep. 21st, 2004 12:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolBlah, for I am at college. This is the only time I have to update, seeing as I have no homework. This is a complete and utter lie, I need to get off my arse and sort out university stuff but I am mortally afraid of UCAS, it seems. Damn you Oxbridge people, you've made me afraid of the form!
So, pretending that I don't have to apply for university in a few weeks time, I have nothing to do. So I am arsing around on the computer, because time at home is a scarce and precious thing. Yesterday I was at college all day, and I was at the gym at lunchtime. Yes, you read that right. I hauled myself and a gym kit for an Induction. I got changed for it and everything. It was a bloody health and safety talk. As such, Liz and Iplayed worked out on the machines. Well, she did; I cycled rather pathetically for twenty minutes. I am now saddle dore and refusing to go until my tendon heals up because it hurts like a bitch. I keep on doing silly things that, y'know, walking on it and it makes the problem worse. Inbruprofen, as said before, heals all my pain. That, and I have my work shoes. They used to my mother's work shoes. They resemble pumps that you used to have when you were about 6. Ah, memories that don't rub the back of my ankle.
I also went to Rangers yesterday. I wanted to walk. I really did. I dislike taking the car for small journeys, it goes against quite a few principles. I couldn't fucking walk and Dad refused to give me a piggyback. As such, I felt irritated with myself. In retrospect it may have been a good thing, as I would have lugged back an eight man tent otherwise. However, this is not the point.
Today is now Tuesday. To make matters worse, I am saddlesore from the bloody cycling. Oiy. I have so far spent my day wincing when I sit down, resulting in me looking slightly like I spent the night Doing Things That I Shouldn't. I spent last night at Rangers and then reading The Ragged Trousered Philanthropist. Shame, really.
And now? Off to RADA and work this evening. My life just never ends, does it?
~Hathy_Col~
So, pretending that I don't have to apply for university in a few weeks time, I have nothing to do. So I am arsing around on the computer, because time at home is a scarce and precious thing. Yesterday I was at college all day, and I was at the gym at lunchtime. Yes, you read that right. I hauled myself and a gym kit for an Induction. I got changed for it and everything. It was a bloody health and safety talk. As such, Liz and I
I also went to Rangers yesterday. I wanted to walk. I really did. I dislike taking the car for small journeys, it goes against quite a few principles. I couldn't fucking walk and Dad refused to give me a piggyback. As such, I felt irritated with myself. In retrospect it may have been a good thing, as I would have lugged back an eight man tent otherwise. However, this is not the point.
Today is now Tuesday. To make matters worse, I am saddlesore from the bloody cycling. Oiy. I have so far spent my day wincing when I sit down, resulting in me looking slightly like I spent the night Doing Things That I Shouldn't. I spent last night at Rangers and then reading The Ragged Trousered Philanthropist. Shame, really.
And now? Off to RADA and work this evening. My life just never ends, does it?
~Hathy_Col~
