July is over
Aug. 1st, 2005 09:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhondacrockettThe summer is two-thirds done and the weather here has turned windy-cold. It's been an on again-off again season weather-wise. There's been some brilliant days (which I've spent in the library) and some awful days (which I've also spent in the library - I need to get out more).
I haven't got much work done this month. This is partly due to being off on the week of the Twelfth; partly to not being sure where I'm headed, either with the revision of my second chapter or with beginning the third; and partly to laziness. I'm gonna try today and get some Victorian-era periodicals ordered out of the basement, but I don't hold out that much hope of getting hold of them quickly - I tried ordering one last week and they had lost it. I can read Blackwood's on the internet, but I hate reading long stuff off a screen, and when I tried to print it, the pages don't fit and there was no option to resize it for printing.
I gave up on cooking last week and lived on takeaways, mostly baked potatoes from Spuds. I can see the same thing happening this week. I can't work up the energy or enthusiasm for cooking or planning to cook, and with Penny moving my stuff around, I don't want to bring fresh veg into the house. Between living so far away from Tesco's and having such a small fridge, I haven't kept myself as stocked up on food as I used to be, which is another factor to the not-cooking thing.
Ugh. I was awake too early this morning (stupid sunrise, couldn't you have waited a while? Or been less bright?). I've got that gritty-eyed, limp-haired, empty-stomach feeling. My body wants to be sleepy, it really wants to, but can't stop being bolt-upright wide-awake.
I'm planning on going swimming every evening this week. It's great fun, even if I'm only doing half-lengths up and down, and it's somewhere different to be in the evenings. Mum will be so pleased with me *wry smile*
I need new shoes. I saw ones in Debenhams which looked good - leather with laces. My mum wants me to stop wearing trainers and get "proper" shoes, and I see her point. I only wore my trainers out of default; my old shoes were done and the trainers were there. But I don't like slip-ons because they're either too short or too tight across my toes. I have a pair of Hush Puppies which are comfortable, but they push my small toes up against the ones next to them, causing painful rubs, so wearing them every day is out of the question. And finding proper, non-trainer-esque, leather lace-up shoes for women is semi-impossible.
There's a lot of stuff I can't be bothered with. Getting up, cooking, looking for shoes, getting stuff out of the library, writing revisions, e-mailing Leon. I'm an apathetic loser :)
Edit: AHA!!! Found the Puppy entry :) It was really easy to find in the end; it was my first entry for this year.
I haven't got much work done this month. This is partly due to being off on the week of the Twelfth; partly to not being sure where I'm headed, either with the revision of my second chapter or with beginning the third; and partly to laziness. I'm gonna try today and get some Victorian-era periodicals ordered out of the basement, but I don't hold out that much hope of getting hold of them quickly - I tried ordering one last week and they had lost it. I can read Blackwood's on the internet, but I hate reading long stuff off a screen, and when I tried to print it, the pages don't fit and there was no option to resize it for printing.
I gave up on cooking last week and lived on takeaways, mostly baked potatoes from Spuds. I can see the same thing happening this week. I can't work up the energy or enthusiasm for cooking or planning to cook, and with Penny moving my stuff around, I don't want to bring fresh veg into the house. Between living so far away from Tesco's and having such a small fridge, I haven't kept myself as stocked up on food as I used to be, which is another factor to the not-cooking thing.
Ugh. I was awake too early this morning (stupid sunrise, couldn't you have waited a while? Or been less bright?). I've got that gritty-eyed, limp-haired, empty-stomach feeling. My body wants to be sleepy, it really wants to, but can't stop being bolt-upright wide-awake.
I'm planning on going swimming every evening this week. It's great fun, even if I'm only doing half-lengths up and down, and it's somewhere different to be in the evenings. Mum will be so pleased with me *wry smile*
I need new shoes. I saw ones in Debenhams which looked good - leather with laces. My mum wants me to stop wearing trainers and get "proper" shoes, and I see her point. I only wore my trainers out of default; my old shoes were done and the trainers were there. But I don't like slip-ons because they're either too short or too tight across my toes. I have a pair of Hush Puppies which are comfortable, but they push my small toes up against the ones next to them, causing painful rubs, so wearing them every day is out of the question. And finding proper, non-trainer-esque, leather lace-up shoes for women is semi-impossible.
There's a lot of stuff I can't be bothered with. Getting up, cooking, looking for shoes, getting stuff out of the library, writing revisions, e-mailing Leon. I'm an apathetic loser :)
Edit: AHA!!! Found the Puppy entry :) It was really easy to find in the end; it was my first entry for this year.
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Date: 2005-08-02 06:34 pm (UTC)Why were you looking for the Puppy entry anyway? Who is a puppy??
I miss July. July is my month of me, and now it is over, and now begins the months of the year when we get slammed with hurricanes. ;_;
Bleh.
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Date: 2005-08-03 09:28 am (UTC)Definition of a Puppy: "All tall, dark, strong-looking men with mysterious, angst-ridden pasts are henceforth to be nicknamed "Puppy," because I say so." (It's at the very bottom of the entry.) The name came out of a fanfic I was story-dreaming about, in which the main character was blackmailed and tortured into submission; having subdued him, the villain started to taunt him with the name, "Puppy", and the nickname stuck.