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Dear Internet,
I had driving lesson!
The teacher was really nice. I felt so relaxed and didn't get all terrified when I stalled or was going too slow or anything. I went on duel carriageways and round loads of round abouts and at 70 miles an hour. And because the lesson was 2 hours long, half way through we stopped in the middle of the countryside and had a break and he rolled me a cigarette. I have booked only 2 hour lessons for the future. And we just chatted and stuff rather than that awful silence. I said that I wanted to learn more about the real world (as being terribly naive and unworldly is one of the reasons I'm not going to try and have any sort of career in writing any time soon) and he just went from there. I can understand almost everything through his Norfolk accent.
Yesterday, on the way to Ben's house, a fly flew into my eye. It then wiggled around and died, shedding fly parts into my eye and resisting my attempts to save it. My eye is still red and sore and gooey this morning. Is this worth worrying about? Or will it sort itself out? I was more worried about the fact that I was bleeding from the ear last night, but I think that's stopped now. For a small moment, I worried that the fly had laid eggs in my brain and... well, my imagination went to a bad place.
Do you like Skunk Anansie? You've probably forgotten how much you like them. Here: Listen to some.
This song Yes It's Fucking Political is also good, but lacks video. Just Google search Skunk Anansie and look at pretty pictures of Skin while listening.
Rawkus happened. I was wearing the dress I'd just finished making that day. I danced around and drank. Then I threw up on my new dress. I blame the cider. It was all fine until the cider. Rawkus makes me want to down my drinks quickly so I can dance. This is bad. I should really just sit down and drink slowly and strike up charming-yet-inaudible conversation with nearby people. But once I stop I realise how tired I am and don't want to dance any more. I could just not drink. That much. Also, I drink so much water at Rawkus than my body can't hold it all and it just pushes it back out again. And my doctors think I have polydipsia! Silly doctors. Clearly the problem is not that I am drinking too much, but that my stupid body has a faulty water-uptake system. I wanted it in, not out.
Do any people with size 8 feet want to buy my old converse? Everyone knows converse look silly when they're new, so why go to all the bother of wearing them in yourself when you can buy pre-worn converse at a fraction of the cost? I have grey low rise, pink low rise, dark red ankle high, all only slightly worn in I'm afraid... and black low rise that are so worn in and trendy that you'll be the coolest kid in Norwich. (Seriously you can tell what colour socks you're wearing through the holes, it's pretty awesome. I usually went with pink socks to go with the black. You can't buy that kind of "distressed" look on the high street.) Alternatively, anyone know of foot fettish websites where they like to spend a lot of money on worn down shoes from young ladies? I'm considering googling it, but a little scared.
I also have black knee-high books with a buckle, and some cute little sky blue shoes with lil flowers on them. Aw.
I'm going to campus to print off some CV, once the coffee kicks in.
I also said my graduation was in June. It is not, it is in July, thank you Jarval. Why'd they have to name those months so similarly? Friday the 17th of July.
Good day.
I had driving lesson!
The teacher was really nice. I felt so relaxed and didn't get all terrified when I stalled or was going too slow or anything. I went on duel carriageways and round loads of round abouts and at 70 miles an hour. And because the lesson was 2 hours long, half way through we stopped in the middle of the countryside and had a break and he rolled me a cigarette. I have booked only 2 hour lessons for the future. And we just chatted and stuff rather than that awful silence. I said that I wanted to learn more about the real world (as being terribly naive and unworldly is one of the reasons I'm not going to try and have any sort of career in writing any time soon) and he just went from there. I can understand almost everything through his Norfolk accent.
Yesterday, on the way to Ben's house, a fly flew into my eye. It then wiggled around and died, shedding fly parts into my eye and resisting my attempts to save it. My eye is still red and sore and gooey this morning. Is this worth worrying about? Or will it sort itself out? I was more worried about the fact that I was bleeding from the ear last night, but I think that's stopped now. For a small moment, I worried that the fly had laid eggs in my brain and... well, my imagination went to a bad place.
Do you like Skunk Anansie? You've probably forgotten how much you like them. Here: Listen to some.
Click to viewThis song Yes It's Fucking Political is also good, but lacks video. Just Google search Skunk Anansie and look at pretty pictures of Skin while listening.
Rawkus happened. I was wearing the dress I'd just finished making that day. I danced around and drank. Then I threw up on my new dress. I blame the cider. It was all fine until the cider. Rawkus makes me want to down my drinks quickly so I can dance. This is bad. I should really just sit down and drink slowly and strike up charming-yet-inaudible conversation with nearby people. But once I stop I realise how tired I am and don't want to dance any more. I could just not drink. That much. Also, I drink so much water at Rawkus than my body can't hold it all and it just pushes it back out again. And my doctors think I have polydipsia! Silly doctors. Clearly the problem is not that I am drinking too much, but that my stupid body has a faulty water-uptake system. I wanted it in, not out.
Do any people with size 8 feet want to buy my old converse? Everyone knows converse look silly when they're new, so why go to all the bother of wearing them in yourself when you can buy pre-worn converse at a fraction of the cost? I have grey low rise, pink low rise, dark red ankle high, all only slightly worn in I'm afraid... and black low rise that are so worn in and trendy that you'll be the coolest kid in Norwich. (Seriously you can tell what colour socks you're wearing through the holes, it's pretty awesome. I usually went with pink socks to go with the black. You can't buy that kind of "distressed" look on the high street.) Alternatively, anyone know of foot fettish websites where they like to spend a lot of money on worn down shoes from young ladies? I'm considering googling it, but a little scared.
I also have black knee-high books with a buckle, and some cute little sky blue shoes with lil flowers on them. Aw.
I'm going to campus to print off some CV, once the coffee kicks in.
I also said my graduation was in June. It is not, it is in July, thank you Jarval. Why'd they have to name those months so similarly? Friday the 17th of July.
Good day.