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Jan. 19th, 2005 09:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolThe weather, I've decided, has gone insane. Yesterday it snowed so heavily there was a good chance of college shutting down for a day, and then it rained and washed it all away, leaving us chilled to the bone and with an icy, cutting wind. Walking home was so not fun, especially as Dave has spent history telling us horror stories of E grades, which eventually left me snapping "God, you're inspiring us with confidence!" and probably doing the very silly man of pissing off the man who will a. sort out my references for history and b. mark my coursework. The dreadful day progressed by work (dull dull DULL) and then went on to a Meeting over Thinking Day. I was there for a grand total of 10 minutes, with a red jacket over my green jumper, got told everything I had to do and left again, walking home through the bitter cold.
So today is today. I'm not feeling very well AGAIN - my throat is now responding to my lack of immune system and it hurts so badly - and I'm fed up of whinging about it and sounding like a complete hypochondriac, which I'm not, except maybe I am and I haven't realised yet.
To make matters just that little bit more insulting, Mum wants me to come to Weight Watcher's meeting tonight. I nearly cried. I'm a size 12 and I weigh 10 stone. God fucking GRIEF I am many things but I do not need Weight Watchers. She claims that she wants me to come as moral support, and knowing my mum she's probably not lying - because good lord, my mother is overweight and I hope she never finds this. It's not that she's not attractive, because she isn't, it's more than she had kids and let herself go. But yes. I am not happy today.
[EDIT: Pervy!Dave just wandered up to me (while I'm on the COMPUTERS I have no PRIVACY byt then am in college) to inform me that the essay I gave in yesterday was rubbish. Oh, great. Two days from the exam.]
~Hathy_Col~
So today is today. I'm not feeling very well AGAIN - my throat is now responding to my lack of immune system and it hurts so badly - and I'm fed up of whinging about it and sounding like a complete hypochondriac, which I'm not, except maybe I am and I haven't realised yet.
To make matters just that little bit more insulting, Mum wants me to come to Weight Watcher's meeting tonight. I nearly cried. I'm a size 12 and I weigh 10 stone. God fucking GRIEF I am many things but I do not need Weight Watchers. She claims that she wants me to come as moral support, and knowing my mum she's probably not lying - because good lord, my mother is overweight and I hope she never finds this. It's not that she's not attractive, because she isn't, it's more than she had kids and let herself go. But yes. I am not happy today.
[EDIT: Pervy!Dave just wandered up to me (while I'm on the COMPUTERS I have no PRIVACY byt then am in college) to inform me that the essay I gave in yesterday was rubbish. Oh, great. Two days from the exam.]
~Hathy_Col~
