Today was a complete write off!
Well, not exactly a write off, but it just did not go how I planned at all.
I was in one of those luscious deep sleeps that I don't think an alarm would've gotten me up from. I was instead woken up gently by Fabian, who'd already gotten up and had a shower. What?! I wake up to the sound of the tv or kettle being turned on downstairs and even to the smell of cigarette smoke.
Weird. Then I went to the gym, which was probably my only successful venture. It started off not being anything special, I was having a sook over how sore I was thanks to yesterday's triumphant return to the gym.
But then the guy that works there, his name is Joe Love - I kid not. Who's usually dressed in work gear and some lamo cap, walks passed me dressed instead in a singlet and shorts in order to work out.
DAYYYUUUUMMMMMMMM.
That inspired me to be much better looking. So, once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I upped my weights by 5kg and started pumping them out and going 'ARRRRGHHHHHHHH' when I was lifting them.
If you don't know the sound i'm describing, I suggest paying attention to the next weight lifting competition or the olympic games - I pay homage to the pros.
No really, Fabian is delighted I actually scream out at the gym, he can't believe I'm not too shy to. Let's be honest, you'd have to be some sort of massive freak to bench 13kg without shouting it out.
Anyway, then I went to Chadstone to buy myself an ipod. I thought i'd done adequate research. I knew I wanted an orange one. It was going to be a nano. 8 gigs. I even knew which cable I wanted to buy that would connect my ipod to my cd player! That's some pretty good research you may say, BUT YOU'D BE WRONG.
So I go into the shop, I tackle one of the people dressed in blue (If you've never been to the Apple shop at Chadstone I suggest going, it's a wonder.) that are running around at the speed of light. There are about 50 people working there ALL occupied with something.
Anyway, I get Marvin (perfect name for someone working in such a futuristic shop. Amiright?) and I say 'Hello, can I please buy an orange nano ipod 8gig please?' (Yes I often say 'please' and 'thank you' one too many times in the one sentance.)
Off he goes, gets it for me, and then asks me why I'm buying the cable. OH MAN, this unleashed the terror. He was so kind, he didn't sell me anything. Once he discovered I had no idea what I was talking about he spent almost an HOUR with me teaching me all about i-pods and he's even getting me to take a photo of the back of my cd player so he can sell me the right cable.
What a guy!
Then, off I go to uni. Or so I thought.
I got lost. I got so turned around it wasn't funny. Before I go on can I mention that Uni and Chadstone are two places I frequent - A LOT? As I was driving I was thinking how spectacular a day it was! Everything is so sunny and bright, and then I was in the city. What?
So I turned around and then I was on Dandenong Road right back near Chadstone. Whoops.
Turn back around...and I won't bore you with the story, but I never made it to uni. I'm pretty certain I was experiencing a pain-free migraine. I was photo-sensitive 'Oh how bright everything is!' and disorineted and by the time I got home (finally) I was right because I did eventually get the pain.
Pretty funny in the end, though a little scary while it's happening. I felt like I was going through time portals and ending up in all these familiar places but never quite where I wanted to be.
Anyway, I'm at Fabian's now and my migraine has been dealt with and i'm in a brilliant mood! I'm excited about what i'm working on in pottery, though I can't talk about it on here because it's a present for Fabian's graduation.
Shhhhhhhhhhh
But I am feeling good about it and my timetable for next semester rocks. Though I'm in a bit of a predicament:
I can do a 4th year subject to make my work load easier when i'm actually doing 4th year next year. That's a plus! The downfall is that the only subject I can do (thanks to timetable clash and pre-requisites) is Integrated Pharmacology/Phytochemistry and that sounds HARD.
There is no point in doing a fourth year subject if I'm going to fail it.
That being said, am I really going to be much smarter in a years time? And also, maybe it's better for me to fail it now (if i'm destined to) so then by the time I am in fourth year i'm just re-doing it - which is easier and it means I won't be failing it in 4th year.
Failing something in 4th year is the worst thing that could happen, by the way. It would mean having to wait another year before I graduate. Bad.
So, what do you think?
Love N x
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Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Monster
I am so very tired. Last night I was woken at 3am by my friend, the telephone. Then again at 5am by the monster that lives in my roof that always seems to wake at that time.
You may think I'm joking, but I'm not. We used to have an avocado tree, and from the tree possums used to scamper into the roof and drive my sister nuts. Then I moved into her room and totally understood what she'd been talking about the entire time. After much complaining and annoyance, the avocado tree got cut down. Not just because of the possums on the roof, but because our neighbours complained about leaves in gutters etc etc.
After that, the possums stopped. Now is the time to mention that apparently there is no space between my ceiling and the roof - no attic type thing. Apparently what I was hearing was possums ONTOP of the roof not in it. I totally don't buy it. It sounded like they were about 3cm of thin plaster away from my head.
It was not that long after the avocado tree's removal that I heard a familiar scampering. I thought, 'that's okay. It's probably just a lone rat.' It was nowhere near as bad as when there was a whole platoon of possums who'd run sprinting competitions on a nightly basis. I got used to hearing this small scampering occasionally, and because I'm not an asshole, I decided not to do anything about it (like rat poison etc.).
Not to mention I have no idea where I would put said rat poison seeing as apparently there doesn't exist a space where I could put it and I don't think piffing rat poison onto the roof would be effective. AND what if it wasn't a rat, rather a mouse? What then? Rat poison doesn't necessarily work on mice.
However, since then, this creature has grown. I decided it was no longer a rat, but must be a possum. Too loud and heavy to be a mere disgusting rat. Then it became a fat possum. Really heavy footed. It was now taking to waking me frequently in the middle of the night, actually rousing me from my slumber.
After I was woken last night by my fat friends usual 5am wanderings I realised that the creature sounds now as though it's about 25 Kg. THAT IS A FAT FUCKING THING. There is NO WAY that is a possum. It's some other huge monster that's shacked up in my roof. Yes IN my roof, I totally don't buy the 'we don't have a space between the roof and the ceiling' business.
Anyway, that meant that I woke with one hell of a headache this morning, which - surprise surprise, turned into a cracker of a migraine. Ahhh, what a crap way the start the day, A GOOD day too. Not only was it perfect weather again, but I was meant to start back at Uni today but instead recieved a call from school saying class was cancelled! Booya!
Poor Fab had to deal with me crying over the pain in my head and explaining I'd had horrible dreams about giant mammals in my attic that had the face of Voldemort.
I've been in top form lately when it comes to acting a bit loopy around people who love me/put up with my behaviour. Last night I had dinner with Libby who unfortunatelly got insight into what i'm like when I'm having a fat day. Every second sentance was me being totally pre-occupied with my weight.
Funnily enough, today, once I managed to kill my migraine with a combination of DISPRIN and Codeine, I felt really good about myself. Infact, I've made this new rule that I'm thus far abiding too. Go to the gym everyday. On the days that I don't go, I am not allowed to eat any sweets. At all.
That may not sound like a big deal, but it TOTALLY is. I eat chocolate about 3-4 times a day. Seperate occasions. You know, like, kit kat for breakfast, brownie as dessert after lunch, then some chocolate when winding down before bed kind of stuff. It's my arch nemesis and the reason I am the owner of a mega butt.
So, me saying I won't eat sweets is a big blow to my fatenemy, it also means that I've gone to the gym every single day since I started the pact which is a big plus (nevermind that this has only been going on for 2 days.)
Oh, and! Exciting for you and terrifying for me I'm going to take some of those full frontal in my undies shots and then some more in a month or two or whatever so we can all see my progress!
Um, no, i'm not posting them til I have some AFTER photos where i'm looking like a total babe which will balance out the sadness of my BEFORE shots.
Oh, and before you go imagining some Biggest Loser scenario (I FREAKIN LOVE THAT SHOW AND HAVE AN ALMOST UNHEALTHY LOVE FOR THOSE PEOPLE), I need to clear this up... I am not really actually fat. I am not happy with my weight, but I only really need to lose about 7 kilos. I know many many people have it way harder than I do BUT that doesn't mean that I should get to that stage, right? It used to be 'oh I only need to lose a kilo or two...' then that 3, then 5 and now it's 7. It's a bad pattern.
Also, I have Chron's disease which means when I get sick I get put on steroids which make me balloon and I have Diabetes Mellitus (type 2) in the family. So I should really be doing all I can to put me in the best situation to begin with so I can avoid diabetes and when I get put on steroids I only gain a bit of weight that is then manageable to get rid of later.
Okay, that's enough for tonight I think. Will post my 'Year in the Life of Nani' shots tomorrow.
Love N xx
You may think I'm joking, but I'm not. We used to have an avocado tree, and from the tree possums used to scamper into the roof and drive my sister nuts. Then I moved into her room and totally understood what she'd been talking about the entire time. After much complaining and annoyance, the avocado tree got cut down. Not just because of the possums on the roof, but because our neighbours complained about leaves in gutters etc etc.
After that, the possums stopped. Now is the time to mention that apparently there is no space between my ceiling and the roof - no attic type thing. Apparently what I was hearing was possums ONTOP of the roof not in it. I totally don't buy it. It sounded like they were about 3cm of thin plaster away from my head.
It was not that long after the avocado tree's removal that I heard a familiar scampering. I thought, 'that's okay. It's probably just a lone rat.' It was nowhere near as bad as when there was a whole platoon of possums who'd run sprinting competitions on a nightly basis. I got used to hearing this small scampering occasionally, and because I'm not an asshole, I decided not to do anything about it (like rat poison etc.).
Not to mention I have no idea where I would put said rat poison seeing as apparently there doesn't exist a space where I could put it and I don't think piffing rat poison onto the roof would be effective. AND what if it wasn't a rat, rather a mouse? What then? Rat poison doesn't necessarily work on mice.
However, since then, this creature has grown. I decided it was no longer a rat, but must be a possum. Too loud and heavy to be a mere disgusting rat. Then it became a fat possum. Really heavy footed. It was now taking to waking me frequently in the middle of the night, actually rousing me from my slumber.
After I was woken last night by my fat friends usual 5am wanderings I realised that the creature sounds now as though it's about 25 Kg. THAT IS A FAT FUCKING THING. There is NO WAY that is a possum. It's some other huge monster that's shacked up in my roof. Yes IN my roof, I totally don't buy the 'we don't have a space between the roof and the ceiling' business.
Anyway, that meant that I woke with one hell of a headache this morning, which - surprise surprise, turned into a cracker of a migraine. Ahhh, what a crap way the start the day, A GOOD day too. Not only was it perfect weather again, but I was meant to start back at Uni today but instead recieved a call from school saying class was cancelled! Booya!
Poor Fab had to deal with me crying over the pain in my head and explaining I'd had horrible dreams about giant mammals in my attic that had the face of Voldemort.
I've been in top form lately when it comes to acting a bit loopy around people who love me/put up with my behaviour. Last night I had dinner with Libby who unfortunatelly got insight into what i'm like when I'm having a fat day. Every second sentance was me being totally pre-occupied with my weight.
Funnily enough, today, once I managed to kill my migraine with a combination of DISPRIN and Codeine, I felt really good about myself. Infact, I've made this new rule that I'm thus far abiding too. Go to the gym everyday. On the days that I don't go, I am not allowed to eat any sweets. At all.
That may not sound like a big deal, but it TOTALLY is. I eat chocolate about 3-4 times a day. Seperate occasions. You know, like, kit kat for breakfast, brownie as dessert after lunch, then some chocolate when winding down before bed kind of stuff. It's my arch nemesis and the reason I am the owner of a mega butt.
So, me saying I won't eat sweets is a big blow to my fatenemy, it also means that I've gone to the gym every single day since I started the pact which is a big plus (nevermind that this has only been going on for 2 days.)
Oh, and! Exciting for you and terrifying for me I'm going to take some of those full frontal in my undies shots and then some more in a month or two or whatever so we can all see my progress!
Um, no, i'm not posting them til I have some AFTER photos where i'm looking like a total babe which will balance out the sadness of my BEFORE shots.
Oh, and before you go imagining some Biggest Loser scenario (I FREAKIN LOVE THAT SHOW AND HAVE AN ALMOST UNHEALTHY LOVE FOR THOSE PEOPLE), I need to clear this up... I am not really actually fat. I am not happy with my weight, but I only really need to lose about 7 kilos. I know many many people have it way harder than I do BUT that doesn't mean that I should get to that stage, right? It used to be 'oh I only need to lose a kilo or two...' then that 3, then 5 and now it's 7. It's a bad pattern.
Also, I have Chron's disease which means when I get sick I get put on steroids which make me balloon and I have Diabetes Mellitus (type 2) in the family. So I should really be doing all I can to put me in the best situation to begin with so I can avoid diabetes and when I get put on steroids I only gain a bit of weight that is then manageable to get rid of later.
Okay, that's enough for tonight I think. Will post my 'Year in the Life of Nani' shots tomorrow.
Love N xx
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