Sunday, November 30
Lazy Saturday (Again!)
What a lazy, lazy day. I managed to roll out of bed around midday, and have pretty much sat on my arse doing nothing ever sense. I haven't even left the house... Well, it was cold and raining outside. Plus I have absolutely no money at all to buy / do anything with. He says, going to the pub tomorrow to watch the Arsenal game.
Money-wise, I'm doing terribly. I have around £40 to last me the next two weeks, of which £30 is going to be on Tube tickets. I'm so screwed. Don't think I'll be eating a lot of extravagant food for the next fortnight. Come to think of it, don't think I'll be eating any food for the next fortnight. Tell a lie, my freezer is well-stocked, because I took advantage of as many special offers at Sainsbury's in the past few months as possible. Always one step ahead, that's me.
I could ring up my parents and ask for a bit of money, but I really, really hate doing that. It seems that every time I ring them I'm wanting something... Although I did ring my Mum to wish her a happy birthday today. And I sent her a ridiculously lavish present. £35 worth of body oils from Ren, a really cool little shop just off Piccadilly. Ridiculously expensive stuff. Oh yes, and I've got to do my Christmas shopping with the complete lack of money currently in my account.
I do have a very nice new £90 jacket though. It's very nice. And I wear it all the time, so it's worth it.
I could do without eating for a week actually. I reckon I've put on a little bit of weight since coming back to uni. It's definitely noticeable around my waist. And I'm too lazy to do any exercise, so it looks like not eating is the answer. And seeing as I can't afford to drink either, I could probably call it a detox. My body probably needs it. I've had a breakout of bitching spots recently, which I think is my body telling me to eat more good food, and lay off the fast food...
What else? I'm on my own in the house tonight, because everyone else has gone out to Beano at ULU. I'm fairly sure that I'll get woken up by their return at some ungodly hour, but so be it. I'm fairly noisy when I come in late (it's the alcohol's fault, honestly), so it's to be expected and accomodated. Unless they're exceedingly loud, in which case I will retort by putting my stereo on fairly loud at whatever time I get up tomorrow... I'm a bastard, I know.
