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Oct. 17th, 2005 11:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI have a 10am lecture tomorrow, which is a struggle to get up for at the best of times, but I am completely wired. This may be because I have reverted to the old habit of drinking tea in leiu of snacking. Okay, my teabags - P.G Tips and they're MINE ALL MINE GET YOUR SNAKY HANDS OFF THEM BITCH, I know I'm weird, just deal with it - are expensive, but it costs less than my continual habit of cheese toasties. All this milk has to be good for me. Tea doesn't fuck up my skin in the way that, oh, say, hordes of chocolate and cheapass crisps do, and heaven knows I need the help.
See, I read an article about the Fresher's Bulge and now I'm panicking somewhat. I have Very Firmly Decided that I'm going to the Christmas Ball because I want to actually wear the fucking dress I hauled all the way from Ormskirk (minus shoes - I'll pick them up on reading week) and due to some careful calculation on my half, I have even managed to secure that Simon will be visiting on that weekend (or week! Hee! I've never been so glad he gets short terms) so I even have, like, a date, as opposed to my Leaver's Ball in which I suggestively danced with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sevenhelz, flickerswitch and more worryingly Elaine The Politics Tutor while pissed off my face on Buck's Fizz. I would like to look nice for this, rather than having to be winched into my corset-ed dress. Well, I'll be winched anyway, but still. I managed to just about shift a stone in the last year and I'd like it to stay away kthxbai.
I am now worried that I am putting on weight, cos hell, I am. Now, due to the marvel that is being a woman, I can calculate that the skin probably has an awful lot to do with that (only probably - I am a bit of a mystery when it comes to timing and such) and the change in temperature, but bad eating habits also do not help. I am going to try and be healthy, I really am, or as much as I can. Our evening meals are great, all things considering, it's the other times I'm FUBARed. I'm taking a sandwich with me tomorrow, honestly. Tesco's Extra Value Bread has all the healthy attributes of tile grout, but it has to be better than my sneaky habit of a chip buttie from the one and only decent chippie in this damned town. So I am going to try and be healthy. I really am. I know we have fruit somewhere. I am not going to get Fresher's Bulge. I am going to make my skin clear up IF IT KILLS ME. (I can't afford the stuff that helped last year.) I am going to look glamourous and wonderful for the Christmas Ball rather than the skanky student that I am.
The conclusion is that I am now having a cup of tea (note to self - re-use teabags) every time I want to snack. So I am dancing (quietly - must not wake up Lisa beneath me and Derya next to me) around the room to Franz Ferdinand and being too damn wired to concentrate on Incombustible Luther or my Spanish homework. Hmmph.
I am also veeeery slightly concerned about something, so that's probably not helping my lack of sleep or compulsion to bury myself in a Cheese Toastie of Awesomisity.
Right. I am going to go and stare at a book. That normally works for the sleeping thing.
Why do I use this icon for all my varied substance (well, alcohol, food and caffiene) abuse posts?
~Hathy_Col~
See, I read an article about the Fresher's Bulge and now I'm panicking somewhat. I have Very Firmly Decided that I'm going to the Christmas Ball because I want to actually wear the fucking dress I hauled all the way from Ormskirk (minus shoes - I'll pick them up on reading week) and due to some careful calculation on my half, I have even managed to secure that Simon will be visiting on that weekend (or week! Hee! I've never been so glad he gets short terms) so I even have, like, a date, as opposed to my Leaver's Ball in which I suggestively danced with
sevenhelz, flickerswitch and more worryingly Elaine The Politics Tutor while pissed off my face on Buck's Fizz. I would like to look nice for this, rather than having to be winched into my corset-ed dress. Well, I'll be winched anyway, but still. I managed to just about shift a stone in the last year and I'd like it to stay away kthxbai.I am now worried that I am putting on weight, cos hell, I am. Now, due to the marvel that is being a woman, I can calculate that the skin probably has an awful lot to do with that (only probably - I am a bit of a mystery when it comes to timing and such) and the change in temperature, but bad eating habits also do not help. I am going to try and be healthy, I really am, or as much as I can. Our evening meals are great, all things considering, it's the other times I'm FUBARed. I'm taking a sandwich with me tomorrow, honestly. Tesco's Extra Value Bread has all the healthy attributes of tile grout, but it has to be better than my sneaky habit of a chip buttie from the one and only decent chippie in this damned town. So I am going to try and be healthy. I really am. I know we have fruit somewhere. I am not going to get Fresher's Bulge. I am going to make my skin clear up IF IT KILLS ME. (I can't afford the stuff that helped last year.) I am going to look glamourous and wonderful for the Christmas Ball rather than the skanky student that I am.
The conclusion is that I am now having a cup of tea (note to self - re-use teabags) every time I want to snack. So I am dancing (quietly - must not wake up Lisa beneath me and Derya next to me) around the room to Franz Ferdinand and being too damn wired to concentrate on Incombustible Luther or my Spanish homework. Hmmph.
I am also veeeery slightly concerned about something, so that's probably not helping my lack of sleep or compulsion to bury myself in a Cheese Toastie of Awesomisity.
Right. I am going to go and stare at a book. That normally works for the sleeping thing.
Why do I use this icon for all my varied substance (well, alcohol, food and caffiene) abuse posts?
~Hathy_Col~
