Wednesday, August 4
just got home from rehearsal, and had a long hot well-deserved shower. now i feel good. all i need is ice-cream, but considering that today i ran properly for the first time in months and my skin's getting worse, i should try and achieve glowing skin and all that again. which means more running and less ice-cream. hmm. oh well, lack of running led to me achieving a good ol' stitch in my side after about 5 minutes, and the sun blazing down on us didn't make it any better. so i flunked. i always do badly at 2.4 but i don't remember ever flunking, so this sucks quite badly. i need to find time to run. and perhaps go for pe more often. or go to the gym in the evenings, if i had time in the evenings. ah well i think flunking pe isn't an option anymore because i've been neatly inserted in the fitness elective, in which i will be trained until the teacher deems me fit to retake my 2.4... i think tomorrow (when i actually WILL go for pe), i will plead with the teacher that the sun was too hot and i got a stitch in my side so can i pleasepleaseprettyplease retake it so that i don't have to join the fitness program. very politely and diplomatically, of course. and i'll take in on a nice cool saturday morning and pass with style (or not) and join ballroom dancing!!! funfunfun! (right.) but better than the shit club.

my stomach's grumbling. i need to feed myself. (i know where my heart is.)

oh! incidentally, or rather, talking about stomachs, today vivien and i managed to procure ourselves a free mudpie at nydc, which cost more than the pasta we were eating!!! hahaha. because the stupid cook managed to put a piece of ham in the -vegetarian- pasta. and the manager or the cashier or whoever, blamed the poor trainee waitress who served us. and we discovered a new route to holland v, which i maintain is slightly longer than the usual one, albeit more interesting. there is a HUGE house near the school along that route, which looks like a palace or fortress or something. white concrete fortress. it's nicely located - secluded and quiet but close to the main road.

ok - dinner eagerly calls my chain.