Positively minging and hating it
Greetings, ducks...
I'm feeling absotively posilutely...disgusting. I'm ill...this northern English weather is killing me, really. Everyone else is going out and I'm stuck here drinking obscene amounts of orange juice and tea. Like...seriously obscene. We're talking boxes of orange juice and large mugfulls of tea. It's so sad. I feel terribly pathetic. I have the whole year to go out, this is true, but...dammit! This nasty sodding cold that I have. I'm snotting, tearing, sneezing, and phlegming all over the place...Yeck!
I've been sort of quarentining myself from the rest of my flatmates as I don't want to get them ill either, you know. I've been here only two weeks but already it feels like ages. The homesickness kicks in at some point everyday...Really gets me into the sulkies. It's rancid. I hate feeling down and out. It's a soggy...grey and wibbly sort of emotion that just...*sighs*
I am having fun...Really I am! I've met some absolutely charming people here in Leeds, but...I'm in that stage where I feel like I'm not quite...fitting in yet, you know? Groggy grumpsters...I can't stand this *coughing fit*....Gyeech! Grossgrossgrossgrossgross....GROSS!
It rained for most of the day. Overcast, cadet blue skies with heavy rain-ladden, washed out clouds...It's quite romantic and typically English a scene. It should stoke the creative fire, don't you think? But alas...twas not so for me this day. The sickies makes me all low-energy and lumpy. A heavy, slow-moving lump...and I'm almost out of tissues......................................damn..................
Enough whinging!
On to...better and brighter things, innit?!
So...the shops here in Leeds are gloriously wicked. So delciously tempting with all the styles and baubles I've been aching to try out for ages. I still have a ways to go in the weightloss department, but all the walking about the massive campus and the town is doing some help AND I've invested in a trusty plan.....I signed up for the 90 pound (sorry, mates but I don't have access to the English pound sign at the mo') membership at the University of Leeds (that's where I'm studying abroad for a year) Sports Centre. Madness, isn't it? It hurts my wallet's poor little heart. Thanks to America's "Voldie" our economy is for shit, and now our money is damn near close to worthless.
Never you mind...I will do my damndest to find some cute little boutiques that sell for cheap, but still have gorgeous bits and bobs to choose from. 'Twould be niiice *grins* And even nicer: once I lose more weight I will be able to look the sexy beast...and perhaps be able to score myself a lovely little English lad, eh? *winkles*
Leeds is so colorful. I've never seen so many different styles walking about in one place. It's a carnival! Love it. I need to buy some more memory cards for the cammie...and make a trip to CASIO's homepage to see if I can find myself the charging dock (that I lost ages ago....so terrible) that would allow me to upload piccie-doodles, so that I'm not depriving you lovelies of the sights and such that I have and will be seeing whilst I'm here.
I can't wait to become a proper explorer...khaki attire included, ne?
'Til the morrow, ducks!
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