May 2010
Autumnal like.
17th May 2010.
I haven't been writing because I've been busily wallowing in self pity. I'd forgotten just how skilled I was at it, having had a surprisingly good run away from it. Recently, however, life has been getting to me more than I like.
I had meant to write proper, as I have every day for the last couple of weeks. But my brain hurts so I think I'll go have an earlyish night instead. Latin homework shall also be waiting until the morning. I'm hating Latin so much. It should be fucking glad that it is already dead.
28th May 2010 - Germanus, Bp. and Conf.
Okay. I keep forgetting to write in this thing. I kee forgetting alot of things recently. It is very unhelpful. I have no idea what has happened to all of my time.
It would be very helpful if I'd written in this thing so I could check it and find out what I've done in the last month. But as I haven't, I'll have to muddle through having bugger all idea.
So i've been getting sicker the last couple of months. Not majorly, just achier and sleepier and more forgetful. It seems to be eating away my life.
I wanted to participate in the "one book, one twitter" bookclub. I was even willing to sign up to twitter for it, but I couldn't get back my copy of the book they were reading. Simon has it (or at least had it when he stopped talking to me) and has either blocked or is ignoring messages from me over the mediums I've tried so far. I guess I'll try a couple more before I go for the using the legal system to get my stuff back approach. Though the legal way holds appeal, even if (possibly, because) it'd be the permanent death of any possibility of being on friendly terms again.
Otherwise my life has been spend failing Latin. I'm currently attempting to withdraw under exceptional circumstances so I don't end up with an actual fail out of it.
Damn it, I know I've done a bunch of other stuff. I just currently can't think what any of it is.
29th May 2010.
I've been going swimming with Carla and her friends every other Friday night, usually followed by watching bad movies or playing board or card games of some description. While it is good and social, I also see a bunch of the same crowd on Wednesday night and I've found the group in question is bringing out the bad in me. The more time I spend around them the more grumpy and intolerant I'm getting. Partially as some of the group are bothersome. Quite bothersome.
Friday last week I spent much more productively winning a quiz with Oli and Greer. Victory is a wonderful thing. I got a box of Cadbury milk tray. So I spent the weekend making myself feel sick. I also failed to buy anything at the 24 hour book sale.
On Tuesday I went to my doctor. Turns out I've stayed the same weight over the last three months. My losing weight without having to do anything has come to an end.
31st May 2010.
I hate having to admit to people that I'm perma-sick. Explaining how sick sucks even more. So getting the forms done for my withdrawal under exception circumstances application today sucked a lot. And knowing my luck it won't even go through.
Saturday night I made a scene, hitting on someone who has already turned me down after having bitched about the 21 year old who keeps trying it on with me regardless of how many times I say no. Go the hypocrisy. I'm a crappy attempt at being human. Still, it doesn't appear to be being held against me.
I should sleep. I feel terrible.
