water water everywhere and not a drop to drink (hmn, have I had this entry title before???)
Bathroom water tastes the best, but only because you’re not supposed to drink it. Take just now for example, I was brushing my teeth when suddenly I was overcome with the instant desire to drink water from the tap. But I can only drink the water if it’s cupped in my hands, or in this case, if I had a short tumbler glass. I didn’t want to drink from my hands, and there was no glass to hand, so I went downstairs to get one, and while I was there I decided to quench my thirst with a glass of water from the kitchen sink. But it didn’t taste right, so I came back upstairs to get some water from the bathroom… only when I filled the glass and tasted it, the moment had passed and the water wasn’t as appetising as it had been only moments before. There’s nothing profound in that. Just that water tastes best from the bathroom taps.
Today has been a day highlighted by a double Dr Quinn billing, and Neighbours. Neighbours didn’t have Steph in either, so I didn’t really watch much of it. Instead, I sat on my tooshy, took a late shower, shaved my legs in the middle of the day just because I could, then when I got out of the shower, I decided to go running. I went with my Uncle supposedly for a 5 mile run, but being as unfit as I am, I only managed 3 miles before I had to turn back . I wasn’t especially tired or anything, I just couldn’t get my breathing right. All the while we were running he kept on trying to talk to me, and I was distracted with the thinking about stuff and contemplating various things in my mind, and I was a little out of breath, so the conversation was stunted. I felt queasy for the rest of the afternoon and very light headed. I am very unfit these days it appears, which is as shame because before Xmas I was in the best shape of my life.
Aside from that, I washed the cushion covers, loaded the dishwasher and washing machine, and generally continued with my aspiring role as domestic goddess. Unlike yesterday, I didn’t even attempt anymore Uni. work, although I might tomorrow when Mark is settling all his stuff and whatnot. I finished tidying out the bedroom for him, and made it all clean and presentable. It didn’t take too long really, but I can’t work in silence, so I was listening to a cd. The only thing to hand was a Nat King Cole and Dean Martin Christmas collection, which I put on and was singing along to. As I hate Xmas, that might appear a bit confusing, but never the less, I listened to it. My dad came in half way through and asked me what I was doing, it appears he doesn’t like Xmas songs too much. Oh well.
I dug out the old Boyzone cds yesterday too. I was trying to get back into the whole ‘pre-adolescent’ thing, but it just wasn’t happening. I am just too old now. Saying that, it’s weird to think Jane’s 19 next week, Mark is 21 in July, and Tara’s 20 in May. Everyone is grown up now. Even I am a grown up (although not in all senses of the word… I am not quite there on a few things)… again, nothing profound much in that except to say perhaps that I thought it’d feel different than it does.
I am contemplating buying the book by Stephen Freid entitled ‘Thing of Beauty’ to further my reading and interest in Gia Carangi. I haven’t sated my curiosity yet, and I know what I am like with my little obsessions, so I figure why fight it? It’s a little expensive though if I order it online when added to postal price… there’s the documentary I want to see too which will be $35 by the time I have ordered it… I know that’s only £15, but it’s not like I have that to spare just yet. Meh, never mind.
I thought about Nick briefly just before, and how he blanked me last Thursday in favour of Hannah and Lauren. And I was thinking how he thinks I am gay (and only I know the answer to that deep down). I guess he doesn’t like me anymore, or I embarrass him. There’s not really a lot I can do about it, but thinking about him now, I am glad we are no longer together, I think it was a big mistake for me to continue with him, and that I made the right choice. I don’t really regret going out with him, although I am not really moved either way on that point. Perhaps I should have let him break it off though, ease his ego or something. He always gets dumped, and that’s not really fair. He just had the misfortune of picking the most confusing confused person in Nottingham.
Today has been a day highlighted by a double Dr Quinn billing, and Neighbours. Neighbours didn’t have Steph in either, so I didn’t really watch much of it. Instead, I sat on my tooshy, took a late shower, shaved my legs in the middle of the day just because I could, then when I got out of the shower, I decided to go running. I went with my Uncle supposedly for a 5 mile run, but being as unfit as I am, I only managed 3 miles before I had to turn back . I wasn’t especially tired or anything, I just couldn’t get my breathing right. All the while we were running he kept on trying to talk to me, and I was distracted with the thinking about stuff and contemplating various things in my mind, and I was a little out of breath, so the conversation was stunted. I felt queasy for the rest of the afternoon and very light headed. I am very unfit these days it appears, which is as shame because before Xmas I was in the best shape of my life.
Aside from that, I washed the cushion covers, loaded the dishwasher and washing machine, and generally continued with my aspiring role as domestic goddess. Unlike yesterday, I didn’t even attempt anymore Uni. work, although I might tomorrow when Mark is settling all his stuff and whatnot. I finished tidying out the bedroom for him, and made it all clean and presentable. It didn’t take too long really, but I can’t work in silence, so I was listening to a cd. The only thing to hand was a Nat King Cole and Dean Martin Christmas collection, which I put on and was singing along to. As I hate Xmas, that might appear a bit confusing, but never the less, I listened to it. My dad came in half way through and asked me what I was doing, it appears he doesn’t like Xmas songs too much. Oh well.
I dug out the old Boyzone cds yesterday too. I was trying to get back into the whole ‘pre-adolescent’ thing, but it just wasn’t happening. I am just too old now. Saying that, it’s weird to think Jane’s 19 next week, Mark is 21 in July, and Tara’s 20 in May. Everyone is grown up now. Even I am a grown up (although not in all senses of the word… I am not quite there on a few things)… again, nothing profound much in that except to say perhaps that I thought it’d feel different than it does.
I am contemplating buying the book by Stephen Freid entitled ‘Thing of Beauty’ to further my reading and interest in Gia Carangi. I haven’t sated my curiosity yet, and I know what I am like with my little obsessions, so I figure why fight it? It’s a little expensive though if I order it online when added to postal price… there’s the documentary I want to see too which will be $35 by the time I have ordered it… I know that’s only £15, but it’s not like I have that to spare just yet. Meh, never mind.
I thought about Nick briefly just before, and how he blanked me last Thursday in favour of Hannah and Lauren. And I was thinking how he thinks I am gay (and only I know the answer to that deep down). I guess he doesn’t like me anymore, or I embarrass him. There’s not really a lot I can do about it, but thinking about him now, I am glad we are no longer together, I think it was a big mistake for me to continue with him, and that I made the right choice. I don’t really regret going out with him, although I am not really moved either way on that point. Perhaps I should have let him break it off though, ease his ego or something. He always gets dumped, and that’s not really fair. He just had the misfortune of picking the most confusing confused person in Nottingham.