Listening: Jared practicing the drums
Wearing: Jeans, my communist party t-shirt, grey cardigan
Eating: Jared took me on a date to Brits for a deep fried Mars bar
Drinking: Strongbow
Watching: Meercat Manor
Oh tragedy. Jared and I bought a goldfish the other day, named him Herbert, and had to flush the poor dead thing 4 hours later. That's pretty much been a theme the past few days now that my mom went home! It was so nice having her here.. To have tea, to sit, to chat, to just not have to worry. I miss her, and forgot how wonderful she really was. Not truly forgot, but forgot in the way that only proximity can remind you.
Went to yoga last night swearing that I was going to keep up my excersising momentum and start on the "Quest to have Andrea fit in last semester's jeans"... and failed miserably today. Jared got up at 7, I got up at 7:15, went back to bed at 7:17 and didn't go to the gym. Instead I worked on menial tasks until my class at 2, which I enjoyed thouroughly then went to the Massage Students program and talked my way into 3 massages. Made Jared dinner, went on a date.. and still haven't gone to the gym. AND ate a deep fried mars bar. And have a meeting at 10. Shit.
Oh, and I got my period. Fuck it. Bring on the Mars bars.
1 comment:
This does not match Laurel's trauma on flushing 'Goldie', her goldfish of two years, down the toilet last year.
Oooh, I better watch my posts on your blog. Laurel insists on watching the posts, and can now read.
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