A day in the life of my summer at the moment goes something like this:
7:25 Wake up unnaturally early because I can't shake exam schedule body clock time, two months after the fact. I have purposely left my curtains open to avoid sleeping until midday and I immediately regret this.
7:28 I kick the covers off in frustration at being awake and roll towards the edge of the bed. Misjudge distance and fall onto floor.
7:30 Still in pain.
7:31 Walk to the toilet and am surprised at how good my hair looks. It's messy chic. I wonder if it will last all day, turn to the side and notice massive bit sticking up in the back, turn on shower to start over with hair experimentation.
7:32 Shower time is thinking time. I contemplate what to do with my life. Think about boys, contemplate which shampoo to use, accidentally put shampoo on my face instead of face wash, rinse and repeat.
7:36 In my room, dancing to iTunes in my towel. My face feels amazingly soft and I wonder if I should use shampoo for face wash every day.
7:39 Still in my towel I put the kettle on and turn on my laptop. The startup memory disk is almost full but I don't have the energy to fix this at the moment. I open up Safari and Firefox. Safari is for the blog and Firefox is for my real life.
7:41 Despite 2,382 followers on Twitter and 906 followers on the blog itself, no one has commented on the new post. I have five mentions on Twitter in regards to my nail varnish crisis, though, so at least people have priorities. I assume that everyone likes the post and move on.
7:43 But seriously, why is no one commenting? I got on average 20 comments a day during my breakup with Dale. Maybe people only reach out during a crisis. My carefree casual sex-having ways are apparently not crisis material. I let it go again.
7:46 Comment on things friends have done on Facebook. Look at new links people have sent me. Get addicted to new blog.
8:01 Have finally made tea and am through all of the August posts on new blog I have found. Mostly because they're videos and don't require me to read. Reading reminds me of learning.
8:15 I'm hungry, and two cups of Earl Grey won't suffice for my morning nourishment. Pull out the Shreddies and have a bowl.
8:24 Still hungry. Have a second bowl of Shreddies.
8:40 Have watched four more videos.
8:45 Decide that I have way too much time on my hands. Start looking for part time employment online.
8:49 Borrrrrrrrrrrred. Give up on job search.
9:05 On phone with mum. She wants to know if I'm going to get a job for the rest of the summer.
9:14 Back online searching for work.
9:15 Wish my blog wasn't fucking anonymous so that I could make some revenue from it.
9:16 Contemplate how one would anonymously make revenue.
9:17 Potential outing not worth the few quid I might get from Google Ads.
9:18 Shake my fist angrily at computer, that unhelpful, non-money-generating-thing.
9:25 Still in towel, decide to get dressed.
9:27 Have chosen pants and bra, turn music back on. This is playing so I dance to it until it's over:
9:32 YouTube the video. There is surprisingly little dancing for a song whose chorus goes "I just wanna dance ..." This confuses me, but I want my room to have black walls with pink polka dots after watching.
9:33 Remember that I hate polka dots. Maybe the vertical blue and yellow stripes.
9:34 Decide that my room is a safe colour of neutral eggshell/have absolutely no desire whatsoever to experiment with painting. I helped a friend do it once and that was enough to last me awhile.
9:35 Play the song again and dance as I contemplate outfit.
9:40 I am meeting The Boy later and need to decide what my course of action is. I haven't seen him in almost a year so I need to make sure I look good.
9:42 My lucky knickers are in a pile of dirty clothes in the corner of my room. Resolve to do laundry.
9:45 Push a lot of buttons and guess which setting to use before pressing a button that looks like "Play/Pause" on a DVD player. Do my bidding, machine, and play my laundry.
9:50 Satisfied with my cleaning progress, I watch some programmes on 4oD.
10:45 The machine has ceased to make noises so I go to take out my laundry. It all looks okay so I decide to do another load after hanging the first load to dry.
10:52 Open the latch where the soap goes to find all the soap from the previous load, sitting where I placed it, dry and unused. I essentially soaked my clothes in water for an hour. Brilliant.
10:55 Try different compartment for soap this time, and sit and watch as the clothes swirl around in what looks to be very soapy water. I hope it hasn't taken both helpings of powder, and wonder how I came to be so domestically incompetent.
12:00 The clothes smell like soap. Success!
12:35 I'm hungry. There is nothing but condiments, cereal, milk, wine, and mineral water in my kitchen.
12:37 I am having a slice of cheese and a wine spritzer for lunch. Nutritious.
12:58 Langdon has sent me a message on Facebook. It's in a calculatedly specific response time to one I sent him a few days earlier. I usually don't like playing games like these, but I still don't know how I feel about him so I ignore the email and instead respond to a text The Boy sent me an hour earlier.
13:01 That sounds good, give me a text when you are on the way x
13:03 He replies. Will do! xx
13:04 I like his enthusiasm.
13:05 Curiosity over Langdon's message gets the best of me, I log onto Facebook and open the message.
13:06 It's some smart-arse reply, of course, but he breaks poker face by the end of it, asking when I'll be in London next.
13:08 Get distracted by something on the side of the page, browse through some random photos.
13:22 Still browsing.
13:30 I'm stalking my best friend and leaving comments on pictures of us from years ago.
13:37 Realise how long I've been on Facebook and slam the computer shut.
13:41 Remember that I was simultaneously doing many other things on the computer, open it back up and close facebook.
14:02 Speak to Old Boy from my college who might have a job for me.
14:05 Celebrate with another wine spritzer.
14:30 Contemplate that I may be an alcoholic, go for a run to burn off all wine in my system.
14:45 Run turns into casual jog.
15:00 Jog turns into brisk walk.
15:20 I'm back home.
15:30 Second shower. Purposely use shampoo on my face this time. Smells better than my face wash anyhow.
15:36 Out of the shower, sit back at my computer in my towel, facebook chat with a friend and answer emails.
14:04 The Boy texts. He is running late for his plans to meet me at "5 or 6" which works well considering I'm in a towel and eating Shreddies dry from the box.
14:30 Get up and consider outfits. Put on bright pink pants and try a new trick someone told me about to make your boobs look bigger, which is to wear two bras.
14:31 My boobs look fucking brilliant.
14:32 Put on shirt but it largely covers my boobs and thus thwarts bigger boob operation.
14:35 After rummaging, pull out dress and put it on. The v-neck helps to emphasise the big boobage.
14:41 I am sitting in front of the mirror, listening to music and putting on makeup. I'm trying a new look which requires a lot more shadowing and eyeliner. I look from my small mirror to my big mirror and look as if I'm getting ready for a ball.
14:42 The dress has been thrown on the floor. I'll save that for an actual date. It's only The Boy for fuck's sake! The last time I pulled him I was in a t-shirt and shorts with no makeup. I sit and contemplate whilst YouTube-ing more music videos.
14:54 I'm back to one bra, which conveniently matches the pants. I pull out the first shirt which covers my chest just enough and grab a skirt.
15:10 I got dressed way prematurely. Gives me enough time to change my mind if needed though.
15:13 Catch myself in the mirror and look like an extra in a Ke$ha video. Take off makeup and start over.
15:20 Decided that I liked the original look, reapply, but with less eyeliner.
15:25 Happier with the more subtle approach to smokey eyes, I pour myself a glass of wine.
15:44 Text from The Boy. He is on his way.
Which brings us to right now. Will have to update you when events have transpired.
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