onlyemma's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- everything else is fun, but this.
Everything seems more interesting than either writing essays or revising until you actually have nothing to do, and then you can�t think of anything at all to entertain yourself with. I have decided to write lists of things that interest me at the moment, entirely due to the fact that they�re not what I�m supposed to be doing. At the moment my (rather stunted) list consists of: � baking Now I can tell that from this you are thinking that I am trying to assume the identity of a 60 year old woman, however occasionally colouring in seems like a compelling pastime, so that balances out the whole old person/ young person equation somewhat (though saying that, I haven�t actually done any colouring in or bought myself a colouring book since I was about 9, because if I did, at 21, it would prove that I am in fact mental). Today I think I insulted the man in the charity shop because I insisted on buying a book for 20p instead of 10p. He said �no, don�t do that. We�re not that poor� and I felt more embarrassed than he did. I tried to explain that I wasn�t saying he was poor, but I wanted to pay more because I felt the book was worth it. Eventually I just wouldn�t take my change and said �IT�S JUST 10p!� and he backed down due to the sheer volume of my voice. I don�t understand how in a charity shop they refuse to take my charity even when it wasn�t genuine and was, in fact, to make myself feel better because at 10p per book, it felt like stealing. I bought a book called The Promise of Happiness because on the first page the main character talks about having a wee outside, which I thought was a pretty unusual opening to a book - therefore it must be fantastic. Plus Richard and Judy, in their cozy book club in TV-land, recommended it (as it said on the front cover), so I am trusting that they won�t let me down. I also went to Tesco today and bought some coloured biros in an attempt to encourage myself to do some revision and to sex up my revision cards a bit by making them colourful. Not that I have revision cards - at the moment they are entirely hypothetical, but hopefully when I do get round to making them, they will be pretty colourful. On ending our mini shopping trip today, Tim and I went into Boots. I was completely mortified when, whilst looking for some face powder, we weaved through a crowd of people, looking for the brand I wanted. Spotting the right aisle, Tim - in the midst of the good mood he was experiencing- enthuiastically shouted over to me, �Here it is, mucky bum!� Oh God. Of course he couldn't just call me Emma. 12:55 a.m. - 2006-04-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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