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Jun. 22nd, 2009 04:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolThere is no way Michael Schumaker is the Stig. What happened, right, is basically the Ferrari people said that he was the only person allowed to borrow that car, so the Stig killed Schumaker and is wearing his face like a hat. This is clearly the only logical explanation.
Yes.
Today I went to the physiotherapist, who did some sort of test thing on my witha machine and told me to tell her when it hurts. I howled "GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF" when it hit a certain point in my back, which I think may have given her a clue. Hey ho. Bad back, I has one. It hurts a lot now. I am assured this will go away soon. I bloody well hope so.
On the way back from Glenrothes, I freaked out and decided to go to Dundee to see if I could find a dress. I found... well, quite a few I liked in Debenhams but the best one was in Monsoon, but at £70 I decided against it. Luckily, Katie is now home so I have been able to root through her wardrobe, and fortunately I still (just about) fit in the dress I borrowed for the graduation ball last year. This is good news indeed, and means I will be saving quite a bit of money indeed. It also means I have one less thing to panic about this week. Please to be noting my schedule:
TUESDAY: Clean the house as though my life depends on it. My life probably doesn't depend on it, but my mum has never seen how I live and I would like her to think that I am the domesic goddess I aspire to be. Also need to print out graduation details, so I hope the library still lets me print stuff off. It worse comes to worse I am a member of the town library so can pay for it there.
WEDNESDAY: Wake up at stupid o'clock, drive to Kirkcaldy, have snaggletooth fixed, hopefully rejoice. Come home. Sleep, as I need to fast to make the tooth stick in. Wake up. Possibly go for a drink with Sarah, then greet the parents and go out for a meal at the Grill House. Celebrate the wonder of EATING NORMALLY LIKE A NORMAL PERSON YAY.
THURSDAY: Wake up. Panic. Have a cup of tea. Panic. Pick up gown. Panic some more. Greet parents with sandwiches as part of domestic goddess fiction, or more likely throw my blouse and skirt at my mum and gibber at her until she irons them, whilst Dad roots through my fridge and declares I have no edible food in and then lectures me on why I should just give in and eat meat like normal people. Either way, really. Then graduate, attend two garden parties, and drink free wine and eat strawberry tarts. Plan to be drunk after that.
FRIDAY: Deal with hangover possibly through hair of the dog and attend graduation ball.
SATURDAY: Wish self was dead.
YOU SEE IT IS A BUSY WEEK. That said, I shall be spending tonight marathoning Robin Hood, which will be far more fun. Obviously. Um, but if I disappear for a bit you know why.
Yes.
Today I went to the physiotherapist, who did some sort of test thing on my witha machine and told me to tell her when it hurts. I howled "GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF" when it hit a certain point in my back, which I think may have given her a clue. Hey ho. Bad back, I has one. It hurts a lot now. I am assured this will go away soon. I bloody well hope so.
On the way back from Glenrothes, I freaked out and decided to go to Dundee to see if I could find a dress. I found... well, quite a few I liked in Debenhams but the best one was in Monsoon, but at £70 I decided against it. Luckily, Katie is now home so I have been able to root through her wardrobe, and fortunately I still (just about) fit in the dress I borrowed for the graduation ball last year. This is good news indeed, and means I will be saving quite a bit of money indeed. It also means I have one less thing to panic about this week. Please to be noting my schedule:
TUESDAY: Clean the house as though my life depends on it. My life probably doesn't depend on it, but my mum has never seen how I live and I would like her to think that I am the domesic goddess I aspire to be. Also need to print out graduation details, so I hope the library still lets me print stuff off. It worse comes to worse I am a member of the town library so can pay for it there.
WEDNESDAY: Wake up at stupid o'clock, drive to Kirkcaldy, have snaggletooth fixed, hopefully rejoice. Come home. Sleep, as I need to fast to make the tooth stick in. Wake up. Possibly go for a drink with Sarah, then greet the parents and go out for a meal at the Grill House. Celebrate the wonder of EATING NORMALLY LIKE A NORMAL PERSON YAY.
THURSDAY: Wake up. Panic. Have a cup of tea. Panic. Pick up gown. Panic some more. Greet parents with sandwiches as part of domestic goddess fiction, or more likely throw my blouse and skirt at my mum and gibber at her until she irons them, whilst Dad roots through my fridge and declares I have no edible food in and then lectures me on why I should just give in and eat meat like normal people. Either way, really. Then graduate, attend two garden parties, and drink free wine and eat strawberry tarts. Plan to be drunk after that.
FRIDAY: Deal with hangover possibly through hair of the dog and attend graduation ball.
SATURDAY: Wish self was dead.
YOU SEE IT IS A BUSY WEEK. That said, I shall be spending tonight marathoning Robin Hood, which will be far more fun. Obviously. Um, but if I disappear for a bit you know why.
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Date: 2009-06-22 03:44 pm (UTC)Good luck on Wednesday; enjoy Thursday and Friday! *loves*
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Date: 2009-06-22 03:52 pm (UTC)Hurrah for sorting out your dress too, for all of One British Pound! Score. :-)
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Date: 2009-06-22 06:11 pm (UTC)Plus, he was basically just the star in the reasonably priced car section. So it killed two birds with one stone, getting publicity for the first show of the season and interviewing somebody no one is really interested in & driving an amazing car round the track.
But other than that, I liked the challenge but I do not like what the hamster has done with his hair.
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Date: 2009-06-23 12:55 pm (UTC)I really enjoyed the challenge too, I mostly watch Top Gear for the LOLZ anyway.