A petty argument...
I am quite adamant that I’m not going to let this die, so here goes, a recap of the last few days for me. While I type, I am reminiscing the past…dad set himself the project of downloading all the music from his childhood, and I’ve stolen all the stuff that I like, and am currently listening to the Carpenters. We, me and my sis, used to listen to them all the time, in the car, and sing along and everything. This is the music of my childhood, and I love it!
Anyway, back on track. Had an interesting past couple of days…but then again, everything tend to be interesting to me as long as it is slightly out of the normal. I finally went back to school on Thursday, after my wonderful rest. My music teachers, on Saturday, upon hearing that I had been ill said it was probably due to the fact that I did so much with my time. It’s odd, because I never really considered that as a reason to me being ill frequently, but thinking back, the last few weeks have been somewhat stressful, so maybe the two are connected. Its all over now, though, I’m almost back to 100% strength and all is back to normal.
Was relieved to find that I hadn’t missed that much at school. It seems all we are doing now is going over our exams, seeing where we’ve gone wrong etc. So I was quite lucky to fall ill when I did. The only thing I really needed to catch up on (and still do) is my maths, which is becoming more hellish by the day. I have a strong feeling that we won’t finish the course by the time we leave for our exam leave. It just seems that we have tons to cover, we are going as fast as humanly possible and its never going to end. Definitely with no time to spare for any revision time. Which means I’m probably going to either rely on getting through it with friends, though there is only one that I know well enough to work with in our own time (love you, g-l) but since we seem to be spending all of our time talking, somehow not managing a day without talking, doing work while we do. I’m kind of becoming a lot more aware of the time I’m spending on the phone. Probably because all of our conversations seem to exceed half an hour at least, usually more…
Anyway. Boring school stuff out of the way. Friends and I are working on a plan to going camping together, during the summer holidays. I’m trying to organise it, though haven’t really been spending all that much time doing so. Hopefully it’ll all work out and we’ll have a blast. Fingers are crossed. It was Dru’s b’day on Friday, which was fun. Lots of eating junk food, but if a birthday isn’t an excuse, I don’t know what is. I still need to organise her birthday present (she knows what she is getting, as I wanted to check she wanted it and needed it before we bought it for her, as it’s expensive) but I need to get everyone’s money and buy it now.
Have been keen to start a new…regime, if you like. Am doing at least ½ hours worth of exercise, on the treadmill we have, a day, whenever possible. Its mainly due to me trying to get fit, and improve my stamina, as next year a group of us are planning on doing our Duke of Edinburgh Gold award, which is basically a great qualification, useful for both university applications as job applications. It consists of 5 different sections, which all show different things (independence, dedication, stamina etc) and the big section is a 4 day trek, out in the ‘wild’ in a small group, camping out, walking around 20km a day…its tough, but worth it. But, as I’m the only one who has never done anything like it before, I really want to make sure I’m capable of it. Hence the new work out plan. Hopefully I’ll stick to it!
The most eventful thing the last few days, though, has been a rather stupid (in my opinion, the stupidest so far) argument with Nick. Started Friday evening, I *think* we are over it, but it was the silliest argument we’ve had, in my opinion.
Nick gets really annoyed by the fact that I keep my phone in my pocket at all times. Well, whenever I’m out, my phone is always in my pocket, either my skirt pocket when in school uniform or jeans pocket. And out of the blue, on Friday, he told me he wouldn’t talk to me until I promised him that I’d never keep it in my pocket again. He has this thing with it causing me to become infertile, with the whole talk about it emitting harmful radiation.
Now, in normal cases, I’d have been happy to try and oblige. But the fact that he ordered me to do it, instead of asking me nicely got to me, hence the beginning of our little spat. I told him I’d not talk to him, he got all annoyed, I got all annoyed, we said some mean things. But he did make some good points, and I really didn’t want to argue. So I told him why I was so annoyed, he said he understood and was sorry he had been irritable, but had not got any proper sleep the last week, for one reason or another, and I think all has been forgiven. I need to make sure that I avoid keeping my phone in my pocket…and nick has realised that by ever demanding me to do anything, I will turn on my stubbornness and refuse to comply.
Oddly enough, I actually think our little spats help. Because they usually mean we let out the things that have been bugging us since the last argument, and so things are brought out in the open. So the other knows what they need to do to stop the other getting annoyed. So, as far as I’m concerned, our little arguments tend to be good for our relationship. In the long run. Though during them I become a moody cow and snap at people, like my family.
God, I ramble way too much. Must really stop…
Well, that’s a recap of my last few days. Hope I haven’t bored any of you too much. I have been stocked with this months copy of ‘The Economist’ so am probably going to settle down for a read. Have a good week all!
Carrot
xxx
Anyway, back on track. Had an interesting past couple of days…but then again, everything tend to be interesting to me as long as it is slightly out of the normal. I finally went back to school on Thursday, after my wonderful rest. My music teachers, on Saturday, upon hearing that I had been ill said it was probably due to the fact that I did so much with my time. It’s odd, because I never really considered that as a reason to me being ill frequently, but thinking back, the last few weeks have been somewhat stressful, so maybe the two are connected. Its all over now, though, I’m almost back to 100% strength and all is back to normal.
Was relieved to find that I hadn’t missed that much at school. It seems all we are doing now is going over our exams, seeing where we’ve gone wrong etc. So I was quite lucky to fall ill when I did. The only thing I really needed to catch up on (and still do) is my maths, which is becoming more hellish by the day. I have a strong feeling that we won’t finish the course by the time we leave for our exam leave. It just seems that we have tons to cover, we are going as fast as humanly possible and its never going to end. Definitely with no time to spare for any revision time. Which means I’m probably going to either rely on getting through it with friends, though there is only one that I know well enough to work with in our own time (love you, g-l) but since we seem to be spending all of our time talking, somehow not managing a day without talking, doing work while we do. I’m kind of becoming a lot more aware of the time I’m spending on the phone. Probably because all of our conversations seem to exceed half an hour at least, usually more…
Anyway. Boring school stuff out of the way. Friends and I are working on a plan to going camping together, during the summer holidays. I’m trying to organise it, though haven’t really been spending all that much time doing so. Hopefully it’ll all work out and we’ll have a blast. Fingers are crossed. It was Dru’s b’day on Friday, which was fun. Lots of eating junk food, but if a birthday isn’t an excuse, I don’t know what is. I still need to organise her birthday present (she knows what she is getting, as I wanted to check she wanted it and needed it before we bought it for her, as it’s expensive) but I need to get everyone’s money and buy it now.
Have been keen to start a new…regime, if you like. Am doing at least ½ hours worth of exercise, on the treadmill we have, a day, whenever possible. Its mainly due to me trying to get fit, and improve my stamina, as next year a group of us are planning on doing our Duke of Edinburgh Gold award, which is basically a great qualification, useful for both university applications as job applications. It consists of 5 different sections, which all show different things (independence, dedication, stamina etc) and the big section is a 4 day trek, out in the ‘wild’ in a small group, camping out, walking around 20km a day…its tough, but worth it. But, as I’m the only one who has never done anything like it before, I really want to make sure I’m capable of it. Hence the new work out plan. Hopefully I’ll stick to it!
The most eventful thing the last few days, though, has been a rather stupid (in my opinion, the stupidest so far) argument with Nick. Started Friday evening, I *think* we are over it, but it was the silliest argument we’ve had, in my opinion.
Nick gets really annoyed by the fact that I keep my phone in my pocket at all times. Well, whenever I’m out, my phone is always in my pocket, either my skirt pocket when in school uniform or jeans pocket. And out of the blue, on Friday, he told me he wouldn’t talk to me until I promised him that I’d never keep it in my pocket again. He has this thing with it causing me to become infertile, with the whole talk about it emitting harmful radiation.
Now, in normal cases, I’d have been happy to try and oblige. But the fact that he ordered me to do it, instead of asking me nicely got to me, hence the beginning of our little spat. I told him I’d not talk to him, he got all annoyed, I got all annoyed, we said some mean things. But he did make some good points, and I really didn’t want to argue. So I told him why I was so annoyed, he said he understood and was sorry he had been irritable, but had not got any proper sleep the last week, for one reason or another, and I think all has been forgiven. I need to make sure that I avoid keeping my phone in my pocket…and nick has realised that by ever demanding me to do anything, I will turn on my stubbornness and refuse to comply.
Oddly enough, I actually think our little spats help. Because they usually mean we let out the things that have been bugging us since the last argument, and so things are brought out in the open. So the other knows what they need to do to stop the other getting annoyed. So, as far as I’m concerned, our little arguments tend to be good for our relationship. In the long run. Though during them I become a moody cow and snap at people, like my family.
God, I ramble way too much. Must really stop…
Well, that’s a recap of my last few days. Hope I haven’t bored any of you too much. I have been stocked with this months copy of ‘The Economist’ so am probably going to settle down for a read. Have a good week all!
Carrot
xxx