as i type this i should be at the o2 about to watch what promises to be a stellar performance by the stereophonics, but alas, i am at home sitting in my dads chair with the laptop propped up on my lap, tapping away at another head girl application ‘pitch’ type essay which is due in for friday – i only found out about it this afternoon and i have to do it now because i’m out all day tomorrow n a field trip to darling chafford hundred (yippee) followed by dinner at daniels. i’ gutted i’m missing them because i haven’t before but this is just an exercise in assessing my priorities – which is better, a two hours gig or the possibility of a year-long post of incredible responsibility, being either a head girl or senior prefect for an entire year?
… the thrill of completing such a task has taken its toll it is near on two hours later than when i first started to type this post – it has taken two hours to successfully write 146 words. oh dear.
on a lighter note it would appear that my enthusiasm for all things gym related has been restored with the revival of a new found motivation to feel my feet pounding on the treadmill. somehow that dull, monotonous rhythm awakes my soul and i always manage to leave that awful fluorescent lit shoe-box room feeling good.
fact # 88
never wrestle with a pig. you get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it.
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