Why I hate the New Year:
I've put ten pounds on. I could cry. But I also have a bit more muscle so it can't be all bad.
Maybe it can. I'm fat and also built like a man. Great.
I've been on this dodgy diet for three days now where you're meant to just miraculously lose ten pounds and so far I have lost about 5-7. But you just know my livejournal is now gonna turn into some Bridget Jones style account of me trying to lose two stone this year.
My parents are also considering moving house, out of Leeds completely, a bit further down south to Humberston. Its near the beach, and there is copius amounts of grass everywhere so..I need to lose weight so that I can buy an arab, or something at least cross bred with an arab. I've always wanted one. Or a friesan or even a dales but you don't need to lose weight to ride one of them. Thats the only reason I ever really really want to lose weight. Unless they go on about it constantly I don't really care what other people, even men, think. I'm fitter than most people I know, especially at uni, so I try not to get stressed about it, but I am female, I do have to have my moments of "I want to look like Keira Knightley" even though I think her head looks too big for her body.
I also have exams on....January 17th. I'm quite worried about them, even though I know they'll be easy. I bloody hate exams, and I want to do well even though its only first year and no-one else seems fussed. My mind totally rebels against the exam system as soon as I sit down and I start thinking "Why should I have to write against the clock like this to prove myself?" and it takes me about twenty minutes to pick up my pen and start.
Plus there is so much to vise for Vikings, Gaels and Normans tho some of it is irrelevant really such as the number of mistresses Harold Bluetooth had.
I went to the central library in town on Tuesday just to revise english. I managed to stay for an hour, and thats the sum total of my revision over the holidays. It was so silent and everyone looked like theywere concentrating ten times harder than I was, which they were, probably.
Bad, bad, bad, start to the new year. Going out tomorrow, will be breaking another resolution with the drinking I guess, but I still can't wait. Me and Sal are muchos bored with just pulling, we've now decided to pretend we're completely different people for a night. Should be a laugh, and it suits me, since I want to be in a relationship about as much as I want my fingernails ripping off slowly, one by one.
Maybe it can. I'm fat and also built like a man. Great.
I've been on this dodgy diet for three days now where you're meant to just miraculously lose ten pounds and so far I have lost about 5-7. But you just know my livejournal is now gonna turn into some Bridget Jones style account of me trying to lose two stone this year.
My parents are also considering moving house, out of Leeds completely, a bit further down south to Humberston. Its near the beach, and there is copius amounts of grass everywhere so..I need to lose weight so that I can buy an arab, or something at least cross bred with an arab. I've always wanted one. Or a friesan or even a dales but you don't need to lose weight to ride one of them. Thats the only reason I ever really really want to lose weight. Unless they go on about it constantly I don't really care what other people, even men, think. I'm fitter than most people I know, especially at uni, so I try not to get stressed about it, but I am female, I do have to have my moments of "I want to look like Keira Knightley" even though I think her head looks too big for her body.
I also have exams on....January 17th. I'm quite worried about them, even though I know they'll be easy. I bloody hate exams, and I want to do well even though its only first year and no-one else seems fussed. My mind totally rebels against the exam system as soon as I sit down and I start thinking "Why should I have to write against the clock like this to prove myself?" and it takes me about twenty minutes to pick up my pen and start.
Plus there is so much to vise for Vikings, Gaels and Normans tho some of it is irrelevant really such as the number of mistresses Harold Bluetooth had.
I went to the central library in town on Tuesday just to revise english. I managed to stay for an hour, and thats the sum total of my revision over the holidays. It was so silent and everyone looked like theywere concentrating ten times harder than I was, which they were, probably.
Bad, bad, bad, start to the new year. Going out tomorrow, will be breaking another resolution with the drinking I guess, but I still can't wait. Me and Sal are muchos bored with just pulling, we've now decided to pretend we're completely different people for a night. Should be a laugh, and it suits me, since I want to be in a relationship about as much as I want my fingernails ripping off slowly, one by one.