God�I�m such a neglecty-pants aren�t I? I�ve had a tonne of work to do for uni and it�s just been fucking stupid�
To begin with, I have an assessed presentation on Thursday. It�s not TOO big a deal, because it�s only 10 minutes and it�s only 30% of my mark for that module (so even if I fail, THERE IS HOPE!!) and yes, it should be OHHHH-KAAAAAY�
I had this under control�until I was pounced upon to do ANOTHER presentation on Monday morning (on a book I STILL haven�t finished and definitely do not understand�) and so my mild panic has been replaced by a wild and outlandish shrieking in my soul that tells me that although Monday�s presentation isn�t that important, it still happens FIRST and therefore is absorbing all my time. Well�I say ALL�I�m still typing this now aren�t I?
Last night I was reading an article about the author and Fletch decided I was ignoring him too much�
�so I�ve been placating him with apples�
:o)
I�m liking Uni so much at the moment�I don�t want it to end. I�m so sad that it�s only a year long. I�ve really started making an effort and so this week I�ve been in every day (except today�but that was only because I�d rather waste time not reading on the internet, rather than waiting for buses and stuff�) and I�ve read LOTS over the past few days. My friends are ACE and I can�t love them enough (ooh ,how rude that sounds! Lol), and in a huge change from when I started there I love the campus and just being there in general. It�s just wondercrump�fabunose�echellente! :o)
It�s so pwetty at night�
�and you know, besides all this �lotsofstupidexcessbaggyskin� thing, I�m sort of starting to get over my body issues. I beat River Island the other day! Oh yes! River Island used to MOCK me when I worked there�it made me feel like a whalesizedbeing because I HAD to wear the clothes as uniform, but the size 16s were really tight and horrible on me. I felt like an outsider working there amongst all the pretty skinny little cowbags (sorry cowbags, I�m only jealous)�.WELL! On Tuesday I WON by squidging myself into a SIZE SIX. Okay, I almost died of weridedoutedness�this cannot be my body. The skirt was horrendous, but I did (in all my non-modesty) take a picture of myself to celebrate the fact that for that day I felt amazing and I have decided to let go of the hate I have for my legs�they don�t look anywhere near as awful as I remember them�
I�m such a poser�and really, I�m not up my own arse, I just can�t believe that I look like this. Stupid huh? It�s sort of not good because I suppose I get looks from people, and because in the past I�ve been looked at because I was HUGE and fugly to the extreme, I really misinterpret the looks I�m getting. It�s nice that sometimes I feel like I look ok�and I don�t want to smash mirrors as I pass them.
And in further body loving issues, I�ve commited to a tattoo�.WHOOP! I�m having three blue and pink roses crowning the top of my arm! I need to take pictures�but yes, this�ll probably turn into a sleeve at some point, but not just yet I don�t think :o)�and I LOVE this skull and crossbones. I was wondering about having it on my arm, but I�m rethinking that now�neck? Who knows�
Mwa x x
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