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Jun. 3rd, 2006 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolLast night, I dreamt that I was pregnant. Again. My reasoning for this, in my dream, was that my back and my hips hurt.
I woke up and they really did hurt. Seriously. I am actually is a really beautiful balletic pose right now because I cannot physically bend over without wanting to cry in pain. As such, I have a poker-straight back and if I need to bend over, it's a beautiful grande plie or if I want to lean a little, to keep my balance I'm doing a full arabesque line. As you can imagine, this makes showering hytserically funny.
To be honest, and I am fully aware I'm whining, this is yet another black mark that I plan to bring up as I self-righteously quit on Monday morning. I'll get the pay for the time I worked, and I'm supposed to give five days notice, but if they get really arsey about it then I shall be sick for all of those five days. BOLLOCKS TO THEM. I'm used to sore legs and knees and hips and shoulders, all of which I'm suffering, because of too many years of being too bendy in dancing, but the back thing is new and painful. So, grr.
Today, with the aid of ibruprofen and willpower, I walked into town. Naturally, I was slathered in factor 30. I remember last time it was really sunny and I had a ball coming up. I had a red dress, and I WAS THE SAME DAMNED COLOUR. I am a ginger-blonde pasty girl.
I also have an application form for MacDonalds, a note to take a CV to Subway and for a Spar connected to a garage. I will hand them all in on Monday with a wee note saying that I am totally available for any kind of slave labour (with, you know, half-decent pay and a DINNER BREAK) from Wednesday afternoon onwards, and that will be the end of that.
In other, more terrifying news, my mother has decreed that there shall be a barbeque this evening. This means I have to do the quality time thing with my family, and due to my continued lack of taste or smell, it really has no good points for me, but OMG DOCTOR WHO ON A BIG SCREEN TELLY WITH SOFAS AND A TELLY WOT IS IN FOCUS. If you're all very lucky, I might even review it on, like, the day it airs. Yay! Etc!
So this evening could be good. WHO KNOWS.
(Also I am shamelessly addicted to X-Factor. Am I a bad person?)
eta: AHAHAHAHAHAHA I GOT A 17.0 FOR ME1002! DUDE! I ONLY HAD A COURSEWORK AVERAGE OF 15! ME FOR THE WIN! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! *goes shrieking around to everyone she can find*
~Hathy_Col~
I woke up and they really did hurt. Seriously. I am actually is a really beautiful balletic pose right now because I cannot physically bend over without wanting to cry in pain. As such, I have a poker-straight back and if I need to bend over, it's a beautiful grande plie or if I want to lean a little, to keep my balance I'm doing a full arabesque line. As you can imagine, this makes showering hytserically funny.
To be honest, and I am fully aware I'm whining, this is yet another black mark that I plan to bring up as I self-righteously quit on Monday morning. I'll get the pay for the time I worked, and I'm supposed to give five days notice, but if they get really arsey about it then I shall be sick for all of those five days. BOLLOCKS TO THEM. I'm used to sore legs and knees and hips and shoulders, all of which I'm suffering, because of too many years of being too bendy in dancing, but the back thing is new and painful. So, grr.
Today, with the aid of ibruprofen and willpower, I walked into town. Naturally, I was slathered in factor 30. I remember last time it was really sunny and I had a ball coming up. I had a red dress, and I WAS THE SAME DAMNED COLOUR. I am a ginger-blonde pasty girl.
I also have an application form for MacDonalds, a note to take a CV to Subway and for a Spar connected to a garage. I will hand them all in on Monday with a wee note saying that I am totally available for any kind of slave labour (with, you know, half-decent pay and a DINNER BREAK) from Wednesday afternoon onwards, and that will be the end of that.
In other, more terrifying news, my mother has decreed that there shall be a barbeque this evening. This means I have to do the quality time thing with my family, and due to my continued lack of taste or smell, it really has no good points for me, but OMG DOCTOR WHO ON A BIG SCREEN TELLY WITH SOFAS AND A TELLY WOT IS IN FOCUS. If you're all very lucky, I might even review it on, like, the day it airs. Yay! Etc!
So this evening could be good. WHO KNOWS.
(Also I am shamelessly addicted to X-Factor. Am I a bad person?)
eta: AHAHAHAHAHAHA I GOT A 17.0 FOR ME1002! DUDE! I ONLY HAD A COURSEWORK AVERAGE OF 15! ME FOR THE WIN! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! *goes shrieking around to everyone she can find*
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-06-03 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-03 07:59 pm (UTC)*wanders off to whimper in a corner*
i stuffed up my italian and my english and now i want to cry.
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Date: 2006-06-03 08:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-03 10:49 pm (UTC)Also yay Doctor Who, not so yay pain. :( You can take paracetamol at the same time as either aspirin or ibuprofen, if that helps, because they work in different ways.