Take Me Out Tonight...
When I woke up this morning actually, my parents were already gone. They've got this week off work due to the way people seem to see Bonfire Night as deserving of a national holiday of some sort, and man are they taking advantage of it. A walk through National Trust rose gardens yesterday, a trip to Carrick Castle today... They had actually, in fairness, invited me to go along but I have an uncle, a favourite uncle more to the point, who lives in Carrick, and everytime I went up to see him when I was a kid, he'd take me there. It was fun then, but, as I say, I was a kid. Plus I hardly got any sleep last night what with one thing and another (I swear to God I heard music again last night, unable to discern the source but if it's the bloody people next door again I'm going to get pissed off) so all in all I opted out.
So... I've sat here and ate too much. Agh. I'm meant to be on a diet which my mother doesn't approve of but then it's not her place to tell her daughter she's fat. And I'm not fat. I'm just not happy with my hips. You know how you get fixated on personal faults? Happened to me. I thought I'd have some noodles - minus the flavouring - for lunch with a bottle of Evian. Which I did. But I then moved on to the candy *gets shot* I hate being stuck at home all day, because eventually you run out of things to do and the kitchen is really close and there's nothing to do but eat... I know, people say you shouldn't really care about your shape during adolescence, but I have multiple reasons for doing so.
I'm having an afternoon of listening to The Smiths, waiting for the folks to get home, typing like a madman to concentrate on not eating because otherwise I'll probably start biting my nails and dammit I'm trying to grow those as well, it doesn't matter that I've covered them in a top coat, base coat and black polish, it wouldn't matter if I spent hours painting each one individually a different colour, I'd still wind up biting it off. And that can't happen anymore. It sickens me how little willpower I have over the smallest of things.
Nikki's going to Portballintrae for a week or so, Ainsley's back from Turkey but won't go out because she says her hairdresser has messed up her hair so much she's ashamed to be seen outside, Erin's mum's on holiday so we can't stay up at hers like we usually do during the summer... Not a satisfactory week thus far I must say.
Well... I'm going to go play Soul Calibur III for a bit. I wonder, had you worked out I'm a fan? *g* I'm trying to unlock Amy Sorel at the moment, I know, I know, most people will have done that within the first week of owning the game, but neither I nor my excellent friend Jack can do it the "easy" way - playing through Tales Of Souls mode and defeating her to unlock "Beloved" and all that - so I'm having to do it the longer way - fighting over 1000 battles. I thought at first it'd be easy but everytime you play Quick Play mode you're only getting eight battles at a time... Oh boy.
I didn't get to go out last night since Joe had his ginger up at his house *g* I hope I have better luck tonight, I'd kill for a smoke at the minute...
So... I've sat here and ate too much. Agh. I'm meant to be on a diet which my mother doesn't approve of but then it's not her place to tell her daughter she's fat. And I'm not fat. I'm just not happy with my hips. You know how you get fixated on personal faults? Happened to me. I thought I'd have some noodles - minus the flavouring - for lunch with a bottle of Evian. Which I did. But I then moved on to the candy *gets shot* I hate being stuck at home all day, because eventually you run out of things to do and the kitchen is really close and there's nothing to do but eat... I know, people say you shouldn't really care about your shape during adolescence, but I have multiple reasons for doing so.
I'm having an afternoon of listening to The Smiths, waiting for the folks to get home, typing like a madman to concentrate on not eating because otherwise I'll probably start biting my nails and dammit I'm trying to grow those as well, it doesn't matter that I've covered them in a top coat, base coat and black polish, it wouldn't matter if I spent hours painting each one individually a different colour, I'd still wind up biting it off. And that can't happen anymore. It sickens me how little willpower I have over the smallest of things.
Nikki's going to Portballintrae for a week or so, Ainsley's back from Turkey but won't go out because she says her hairdresser has messed up her hair so much she's ashamed to be seen outside, Erin's mum's on holiday so we can't stay up at hers like we usually do during the summer... Not a satisfactory week thus far I must say.
Well... I'm going to go play Soul Calibur III for a bit. I wonder, had you worked out I'm a fan? *g* I'm trying to unlock Amy Sorel at the moment, I know, I know, most people will have done that within the first week of owning the game, but neither I nor my excellent friend Jack can do it the "easy" way - playing through Tales Of Souls mode and defeating her to unlock "Beloved" and all that - so I'm having to do it the longer way - fighting over 1000 battles. I thought at first it'd be easy but everytime you play Quick Play mode you're only getting eight battles at a time... Oh boy.
I didn't get to go out last night since Joe had his ginger up at his house *g* I hope I have better luck tonight, I'd kill for a smoke at the minute...