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April 22 A life in the day of .... meA certain housemate who insists that a random bottle of Tesco Value Gin found under the stairs belongs to me, told me to write a story to fill the gaps in my day between eating, sleeping and talking. This housemate, often referred to as "the very loud man downstairs" also told me to take up a musical instrument... or if I was feeling particularly insane to do both at the same time. I haven't written a story since year eight or earlier and so I haven't got the faintest idea where to start. I could start with the old cliche of "Once upon a time in a far away land" but I often think the best stories happen right here so why waste energy. On top of that if this story was set in a far far away land I'd have to describe it to you, its geography, culture, heritedge and to be quite honest I don't have enough imagination for that, so my story is set in a house in Swansea with people you've already met. When we were in year eight, our teacher made us do this excercise called a life in the day of. No you read that right. She said if we started at the beginning, in the morning when we woke up and waffled (although that wasn't her word) until we went to bed we'd describe our activities and maybe something about our own character, our friends and other potentially intereting titbits would appear along the way.
So here goes:
Unlike the days of year eight I don't wake up in the 'mornings' if I can help it. If I'm feeling particularly energetic I'll crawl out of bed at 11am and pretend I saw more of the morning than I actually did. I don't work right now - hence the need to write this - so im enjoying the freedom to get up and go to bed when i like, the nine to five routine will come and I'll hate every early waking minute of it, except I probably won't.
I don't eat breakfast so my morning consists of the following activities. I get out of bed, I turn the PC on, I go to the bathroom, I come back to my room and check facebook. Facebook is evil, it has created a society of addicts who stalk profiles, take meaningless quizzes and play dull games all under the guise of social networking. Half the people classed as "friends" on your profile list aren't really your friends. A large majority of mine I went to school with but don't talk to now, people I met once or supposedly know but wouldn't know if they offered me a drink in Divas. The other half, the half that are your friends, shouldn't need BookFace to stay in contact with you. Facebook can also cause more damage to your social network than it solves, it can be the source of conflicts that if Facebook didn't exist wouldn't have happened, things get posted on walls, sent in messages that if said face to face would be laughed off but written on facebook can cause offense in ever increasingly unpredictable ways. Like I said Facebook is EVIL. By the time I have checked through the 100+ groups I belong to, mostly because the name sounded good, checked messages and wall posts, clicked ignore to the 20 - 30 updates, invites and requests I've recieved in the past 12 hours I realise its an hour or so later and I'm still sat in my PJs. Time to get dressed.
This is where the fact im a girl first rears is head, choosing what to wear! Some days, most days, I have what I refer to as "fat days" days where no matter what I would like to wear my stomach looks bigger than I'd like it to or the button on my fav jeans won't close. On top of that the outfit I had planned to wear today I remeber is sat in the laundry basket on the top of my wardrobe so I have to resort to plan B, which brings us full circle back to problem A. Being a girl is tough... gusy just chuck on the first T-shirt in the drawer and the cleanest pair of Jeans and they're good to go, in fact nobody would notice if a guy wore the same outfit two days in a row but girls.... oooooh big no no.
After this ordeal I have to find something to do, up until a few weeks ago there were never enough hours in the day and doing all the things I do now seemed meaningful and fun. Checking Facebook, watching daytime TV and playing Sims was more appealing because I knew I shouldn't be doing it, I should be doing my dissertation but procrastination is always more appealing than work. I handed my dissertation in on 31st March and so all those things that were classed as distractions aren't distracting any more, they have lost half of their appeal which means I get bored with them much faster than I was last month. I say to myself each morning now, "Im going to find something productive to do today" and so far, not so sucessful. I did manage to have a productive day today though, I gave all of my dissertation books back to the Library, I gave my boss a laugh when I popped in and I bough food from Tescos. Only I got soaked walking back from campus and soaked again walking back from Tescos. I have done a fair amount of walking today! I also managed to completey lose the plot in Tescos today, going past isles i needed and walking backwards and forwards around the shop to find things I'd forgotten and forgetting them anyway. I blame Richard.
Lunch or breakfast is usually my healthiest meal of the day, chicken salad is the lunch of choice. Lisa made fun of me on saturday because I go to the same baguette shop every saturday and order the same sandwhich, but it tastes good and I can't read the menu so leave me be. It is at this point in the day that I realise not only have I not eaten anything I've not drunk anything either. Its no wonder I can't lose weight if all my daily intake of food happens later in the day and im not drinking enough water. I like Nick's attitude though, he keeps saying "ah ah diets are bad for you", "you don't need to diet until you are wider than you are tall" its a form of logic, not one that will wash with most girls but a little self esteem boost is never unwelcome. I get those from Stephen regularly, Its nice to know you can count on at least one person to tell you how good you look even if you've thrown on the only clean top you've got and the only pair of jeans that fits.
My afternnon consists of much the same as the morning. I need something to do!! Anything! Im looking into volunteering with Discovery but having been spoilt by the Friday Night OWL project and BHF I can't seem to find a project I like. The tuesday night club with its highly imaginative title seems my best bet but that would still leave vast gaps in time in which I must find something to fill. I go back to Facebook, knowing that at least two people would have been online between my first visit of the day and now. Two messages in my inbox, one from Liz, one from Therea. I've already had three texts from Theresa and one phonecall so thats at least three distinct conversations happening betwen two people simultaniously. I talk to Theresa a lot, sorry the "other Miss D", she texts me when she wakes up, and I text her before I go to bed and whenver my phone rings I rarely find its anybody besides her, Its a nice surprise when it the caller ID says anything other than "Theresa New".
After a strenous afternoon and probably an unplanned nap - god I sound so lazy - I will venture to the kitchen and cook dinner. This is usually something quick or left overs from what ever dinner I made last night. Thats the great thing about Spag bol, feeds me for days, unless I share it with Richard or Nick. I would like to try to cook new things but I don't have the patience to stick to recipes and I don't like cooking individual portions. Sometimes I'll cook loads of food and feed whomever is in the house at the time. I like doing that, its so much easier to plan and cook for more than one person even with Stephen's dietary requirements and more fun to eat with other people. If nobody else is around i'll eat in front of the TV in my room like a proper student. Our table is unstabled (much like Richard according to Ryan), we have a piece of cupboard siding under one leg so it doesn't wobble too badly. The guy who put it together for us had about as much patiences with instructions as I do with recipes and drilled new holes because he decided the existing ones were in the wrong place!!?
It is at this point that my healthy eating plan for the day goes out the window and I wonder to the shop for chocolate. We have a choice of two shops in the streets surrounding our house, they are affectionately named "the shop of truth" and "the shop of deciet and lies". I blame Richard for this as he's been using these phrases to describe things as long as I've known him, usually moving objects about to run us over - best carer ever. This time though it is based on more than randomness, the shop of deciet and lies has no prices printed on its products and the staff make them up at the till, I suspect that students get charged double out of spite, supernoodles from 85p to £8.50. It was in this shop that I first noticed that space raiders are now 15p and I was not impressed. I found a Facebook group of like minded people demanding the price of the pickled onion alien snacks be returned to 10p, so far without sucess. The shop of Truth on the other hand sells better stuff and the people are nicer, except lately they've taken to calling me trouble. I'd protest at this title but I've been on Richard's bad influence list for months and I often break shop tills with the "card of destruction" or whatever its called. I am happy to report though that our fav shop assistant welcome richard and I as "troublemakers" today so the chaos and blame is spreading - ha!
There is too much TV choice in the evenings. having just done a 20000 word essay on the perils of TV and TV advertising I shouldn't be suprised Im drawn to the "idiot's latern" in the evening to become a statistic along with millions of other individuals. I smile at the adverts, which im supposed to ignore but find entertaining and flick between the channels on the hour to find the next American drama series that I've probably seen at least twice before. My favourites at the moment are House MD, CSI Miami and on the weekends there is space for some British influences with Dr Who and I'll Do Anything. I watch the later mostly so I can to my mum, "I wanted that one to go instead of her" or "I am glad she went she wasn't very good".
I'll check Facebook again before I go to bed because all the sane people have been online in the evening and I'll respond to the wall posts and messages from Liz and Theresa and protest at the comment left by Richard or Liz on the opposite's wall (not that I would read other people's walls) and then crawl into bed, assuring myself i'll have a more productive day tomorrow.
So thats my day... damit I need a job....
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