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Monday, June 05, 2006
So I haven't been online for more than a week and you would think I have something utterly fascinating to blog about. Just one thing. But surprise, I don't.
I can tell you where I've been though. Not in the boarding house but with my parents in our own sweet little house a few minutes away. There's a garden, there is nature,there are insects but there is no internet. Luckily, I have cable tv (Scrubs/ 8 Simple Rules/ Everybody loves raymond/ Frasier) at my beck and call to save me from going totally insane. Of course ,without the internet you would also think I would be studying my single eyelid eyeballs out, but I'm not. Instead, most of my time is spent dedicated to indulging in filial duties such as tasting the newest type of pate my mum had been pursuaded to buy by the nice man in waitrose. Then there's also the odd sticky toffee pudding to sample as well.
And there it is. I have not been jetting off to a very fabulously chic place, or had any scandalous rendevous to have me too busy to update my blog. Instead, I've been a sad sad excuse of a teenager,living with the parents, and just a bad toupe away from a midlife crisis.
Needless to say, the only thing progressing in my life is my weight. Studying, still zilch. Maybe Anna will be able to sympathise with me. Or not.
By the time Leaver's Ball comes,the only thing I'll be able to fit in is a little toga bed of bedsheets. God I'm fat. And I mean it.nevertheless, It's football season soon, not that I have ever cared for it, but its men like Nakata that have me glued to the sports channels.
I can tell you where I've been though. Not in the boarding house but with my parents in our own sweet little house a few minutes away. There's a garden, there is nature,there are insects but there is no internet. Luckily, I have cable tv (Scrubs/ 8 Simple Rules/ Everybody loves raymond/ Frasier) at my beck and call to save me from going totally insane. Of course ,without the internet you would also think I would be studying my single eyelid eyeballs out, but I'm not. Instead, most of my time is spent dedicated to indulging in filial duties such as tasting the newest type of pate my mum had been pursuaded to buy by the nice man in waitrose. Then there's also the odd sticky toffee pudding to sample as well.
And there it is. I have not been jetting off to a very fabulously chic place, or had any scandalous rendevous to have me too busy to update my blog. Instead, I've been a sad sad excuse of a teenager,living with the parents, and just a bad toupe away from a midlife crisis.
Needless to say, the only thing progressing in my life is my weight. Studying, still zilch. Maybe Anna will be able to sympathise with me. Or not.
By the time Leaver's Ball comes,the only thing I'll be able to fit in is a little toga bed of bedsheets. God I'm fat. And I mean it.nevertheless, It's football season soon, not that I have ever cared for it, but its men like Nakata that have me glued to the sports channels.
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's times like these I wish desperately that I could read Japanese.
That TRAITOR. Nabeh. That's it. I don't like football anymore.
She Is Electric X 1:57:00 PM