aquafit

oh, what a dull life i do lead at the moment. of course, the extremely exciting trip around europe where me and my chap go to new towns and meet new people and drink in crummy bars was supposed to make me feel better, but it looks like even that might not be happening anymore, as he seems to be getting/have got cold feet. so now the prospect of my wonderful summer is looking bleak. sigh.

the thought of having to stay at home, bored, with only the prospect of work, of all things to cheer me up is mind-numbingly depressing. it’s bad enough with people asking me how the plans are going, (note to self: do not tell anyone you are going anywhere unless you are sure) and i guess i’ll be another of those people who is all plans but no action. doesn’t help that i can’t stand people like that – like people who brag brag brag that they’re going on a course only to drop out five weeks later when the going gets tough or because the teacher said something nasty to them. but that’s a different rant entirely!

so the thought crosses my mind of whether i should go on my own.. but not a chance. my over-protective parents would rather cancel my bank account than let me do that. they get scared when i’m late back from the pub down the road. plus, i know i’m gullible enough to probably fall for some stupid scam or end up getting my purse nicked! and lastly.. i think seeing all the sights is a bit crap if i haven’t got someone to share them with. i can’t exactly reminisce with myself!

maybe next year i ought to sign up with camp america and spend the summer with some waddling kids on a fat camp and steal all their oreos.

anyway, other news. good news in fact! i got my results back from my killer three-hour exams for politics a (us and uk comparative politics and political theory) and politics b (the discipline of politics and world politics). i went to check my politics a results with superbrainuniversitychallenge kat and was preparing myself for a humiliating smug smile from her, telling me that my results were ‘very good’ (but obviously not as good as hers). so cue my suprise when i found out i’d got 70% in it. and she wouldn’t tell me hers. *desperately tries not to laugh* i am so evil.

later on in the day the politics b results were posted up and jack was in the library and offered to go and text me what i’d got. urgh, waiting for that text message was not nice. but extrahappyyayskiphop – i’d got 71%! when i told everyone their replies were on the lines of ‘yer big swot’, but i know my mother’s told my grandma that her granddaughter got firsts in her exams, so hopefully they’ll be £££ in store.

i went to check myself this morning because i personally can’t trust jack as far as i throw him. but es, it was fine.. i saw louise, i girl i know from my classes there, looking a bit shocked. turns out she got 70% and 72%! i told her that i was going to hold that extra percent against her forever. we worked out that she came second highest in the year in politics b, and i came joint third. crikes. you wouldn’t know it to look at us though. we’re always being picked out for being the ‘silent two’ and never contributing to anything.

me and three other girls i know went to ‘aquafit’ last night. it’s basically aerobics in water, with a woman on the side showing you what to do. even though you’re comforted by the fact that there are thirty other women in there with you doing the same thing, you can’t help but feel such a tit.

… i can’t go on writing, recapturing images of women’s thigh fat wobbling in the water is too traumatic.

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June 10, 2003

You mentioned ‘Toffs’ a few entries ago and I instantly knew I knew the place. Then I came further along and read you go to uni in York and thought ‘That’s it!’. It was the club we qued up for ages to get into when I was TWENTY TWO years old and got turned away from for me not having any I.D on me. Meh. We went to ‘Ziggys’ instead, now that was an interesting place!

Who’s tit were you feeling in the water? And given what I read about you here, the way you are quite cynical and ironic and whatnot, I can’t imagine you being the right kind of personal for Fat Camp (or whatever). I think they’d drive you insane.

June 11, 2003

RYN: That’s exactly what I said when my ex took me in there! The downstairs bit was fine, almost club-like, but the upstairs? oh my word it was like a floral house party! I still go there on occasion, York itself I mean, gotta love The Swan and The Keystones, my exe’s best mate used to live literally next to Monk Bar, perfect for walking home completely wasted after a curry!