semi-procrastinating semi-getting stuff out of my head (ie, junk)
but first.....
happy birthday stew! have a fantabahooby time!
onward to brain spillage.
i can't concentrate. every now and then i can but the rest of the time i dunno wtf is wrong with me, its not even like anything else is interesting i just get bored.
(possibly due to seeing ben in 3 days, but not sure...)
although, i found my to-do list from last week. theres six things on it and i was thinking i was coming round to ticking off one, but 3/6 are done, not including said nearly finished task, so maybe its not as bad as i think.
atm i get weird panic attacks every now and then, like a sense of imminent doom which is ridiculous. partly brought on by the guilt of not doing enough work (as guy guessed on my particularly unproductive week) partly well.. i dont know cos as soon as i start thinking about it i get that feeling again. hahahaha. work is actually ok. should hopefully be doing more graphicy things and less codey things soon, but of course this relies on the codey things being finished.
i can't believe its wednesday, it feels like sunday was yesterday.
going out tonight, potentially, i should really find out how rebecca is... she managed to sprain her ankle and pop her knee on monday night, she insisted we still go to nicosia although she might not dance as much as usual... and she insist i wear my new jeans. which isnt so bad, i tried them on again this morning and they do fit me well, i just need to adjust to not wearing some beautiful flowing thing which hides and distracts from all shape. hmmm tight *shudder*
feeling slightly odd about ben coming here on friday. i think it's disbelief. or i'm forcing myself to be numb about it so i dont go totally crazy all week. i just want him here, i miss him so much.
i am dense, literally. i've always looked at least 10kgs less than I actually weigh, my bones must be made of lead or something. people are shocked when they find out how much i weigh. on monday i went to get my health insurance sorted out, and the lady was confused at my weight, as i was quite a bit smaller than her (volume-wise about 1/4 less) and she only weighed 2 more kg.
but i've become very very good at dressing to hide it, so perhaps its partly that too.
and i'm now curious, so i'm gonna do a guess-my-weight thing! so have a rough estimate from the last time you saw me.
humour me plx!
happy birthday stew! have a fantabahooby time!
onward to brain spillage.
i can't concentrate. every now and then i can but the rest of the time i dunno wtf is wrong with me, its not even like anything else is interesting i just get bored.
(possibly due to seeing ben in 3 days, but not sure...)
although, i found my to-do list from last week. theres six things on it and i was thinking i was coming round to ticking off one, but 3/6 are done, not including said nearly finished task, so maybe its not as bad as i think.
atm i get weird panic attacks every now and then, like a sense of imminent doom which is ridiculous. partly brought on by the guilt of not doing enough work (as guy guessed on my particularly unproductive week) partly well.. i dont know cos as soon as i start thinking about it i get that feeling again. hahahaha. work is actually ok. should hopefully be doing more graphicy things and less codey things soon, but of course this relies on the codey things being finished.
i can't believe its wednesday, it feels like sunday was yesterday.
going out tonight, potentially, i should really find out how rebecca is... she managed to sprain her ankle and pop her knee on monday night, she insisted we still go to nicosia although she might not dance as much as usual... and she insist i wear my new jeans. which isnt so bad, i tried them on again this morning and they do fit me well, i just need to adjust to not wearing some beautiful flowing thing which hides and distracts from all shape. hmmm tight *shudder*
feeling slightly odd about ben coming here on friday. i think it's disbelief. or i'm forcing myself to be numb about it so i dont go totally crazy all week. i just want him here, i miss him so much.
i am dense, literally. i've always looked at least 10kgs less than I actually weigh, my bones must be made of lead or something. people are shocked when they find out how much i weigh. on monday i went to get my health insurance sorted out, and the lady was confused at my weight, as i was quite a bit smaller than her (volume-wise about 1/4 less) and she only weighed 2 more kg.
but i've become very very good at dressing to hide it, so perhaps its partly that too.
and i'm now curious, so i'm gonna do a guess-my-weight thing! so have a rough estimate from the last time you saw me.
humour me plx!