i lay me down on the cold ground
Nov. 17th, 2006 02:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolStill feeling a wee bit emo. Sorry, all. Spent last night in a frenzy of cleaning, and am slightly worried and alarmed to see the state of the kitchen again, but I should be used to it by now. I did, however, do crazy things like hoover and mop and clean out the bathroom, because apparently the trick is direct the general frustration at the world at the house, which can, at least, be partially cleaned. Emphasis on the partially, of course; the house is still filthy, but unfortunately that's the dirt that nothing can shift. Oh well.
Then I slept, and stayed as such for as long as possible. Luckily,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
logmplus1 sorted out the computer via the internet, so at least poor Joan isn't currently languishing in the hands of IT services. Got my essay back too - a 14, which is a bit lower than I'm aiming for overall but more than fine for a first attempt.
I have work this evening, and then I'm going Bopping for the first time since forever tonight, so I just hope that work is quiet and that I can be home by 10. I might go mad and actually just say that I have to be out by 10 because I'm at the point I think it might be time to just get drunk and dance my cares away, or something like that. This is obviously an irresponsible thing to do, but, you know, there we are. I like vodka and it's been a while.
I should go and shower, though. I am going out tonight and haven't shaved my legs for some time.
On the bright side, however, I do come armed with an amusing story. By amusing, I mean 'amusing to everyone else' and 'oh my god I wish I was dead' embarrassing for me. Unsurprisingly, this is a story about my mother.
My mother is going through what can be politely termed as a midlife crisis. It started with a fairly impressive and dramatic weight loss, moved onto going out a lot, moved further on to doing a university course, and then I thought that maybe it had settled down. My mother is very young - more than five years younger than Madonna, which I find the whackiest thing in the world - and her children are getting very old. So, she's setting out on her own and having fun and, well, if I look at this rationally, good for her. If I look at it irrationally, which I tend to do, I think OMFGWTF a lot, mostly because I see what should be my rent and my tuition fees being spent on clothes designed for women somewhat younger, and on nights out clubbing in Liverpool. Still, she has no legal obligation to give me money and I'm going to be mature and not complain about it.
Until now.
My mother still goes to Slimming World every week because she has made friends there and is still gradually dropping a little weight - it's slowed down a lot now, but she's still not happy with her weight. (She already weighs about a stone less than me and yes my mother is givig me inferiority issues.)
Her group leader this year has given her the prize of Miss Slinky. Each group gets one woman who wins this title, and every so often, the group leader puts the winnder forward to the regional and then national rounds of the competition.
You can probably see where this is going. Yes. That's right. My mother is Miss Slinky and going for regionals later on this year. It is a beauty competition.
If, in a a year or so, you see the Slimming World magazine in a UK corner shop, that might be my mum.
Oh, god. At least there's not a swimsuit section.
~Hathy_Col~
Then I slept, and stayed as such for as long as possible. Luckily,
logmplus1 sorted out the computer via the internet, so at least poor Joan isn't currently languishing in the hands of IT services. Got my essay back too - a 14, which is a bit lower than I'm aiming for overall but more than fine for a first attempt.I have work this evening, and then I'm going Bopping for the first time since forever tonight, so I just hope that work is quiet and that I can be home by 10. I might go mad and actually just say that I have to be out by 10 because I'm at the point I think it might be time to just get drunk and dance my cares away, or something like that. This is obviously an irresponsible thing to do, but, you know, there we are. I like vodka and it's been a while.
I should go and shower, though. I am going out tonight and haven't shaved my legs for some time.
On the bright side, however, I do come armed with an amusing story. By amusing, I mean 'amusing to everyone else' and 'oh my god I wish I was dead' embarrassing for me. Unsurprisingly, this is a story about my mother.
My mother is going through what can be politely termed as a midlife crisis. It started with a fairly impressive and dramatic weight loss, moved onto going out a lot, moved further on to doing a university course, and then I thought that maybe it had settled down. My mother is very young - more than five years younger than Madonna, which I find the whackiest thing in the world - and her children are getting very old. So, she's setting out on her own and having fun and, well, if I look at this rationally, good for her. If I look at it irrationally, which I tend to do, I think OMFGWTF a lot, mostly because I see what should be my rent and my tuition fees being spent on clothes designed for women somewhat younger, and on nights out clubbing in Liverpool. Still, she has no legal obligation to give me money and I'm going to be mature and not complain about it.
Until now.
My mother still goes to Slimming World every week because she has made friends there and is still gradually dropping a little weight - it's slowed down a lot now, but she's still not happy with her weight. (She already weighs about a stone less than me and yes my mother is givig me inferiority issues.)
Her group leader this year has given her the prize of Miss Slinky. Each group gets one woman who wins this title, and every so often, the group leader puts the winnder forward to the regional and then national rounds of the competition.
You can probably see where this is going. Yes. That's right. My mother is Miss Slinky and going for regionals later on this year. It is a beauty competition.
If, in a a year or so, you see the Slimming World magazine in a UK corner shop, that might be my mum.
Oh, god. At least there's not a swimsuit section.
~Hathy_Col~
