
Another miserably drunken night. I don't remember a whole lot, but people have been telling me things. I wasn't fun-drunk-Q last night either... I was weird-drunk-Q, where I wander around a lot on my own and ditch people. Confusing memories.
Don't really know what to do tonight... major dilemmas! C, party housemate wants to throw a party, but I have to be up at 7 tomorrow for uni... crikey. Really wish I could crash somewhere else tonight but it's impossible to find anywhere. There's also another house party going on but it doesn't sound like it'll be a load of fun, and J (Boy) will be there... any encounter with him these days just ends in him ditching me and me feeling like poo. Last night I think he said "I'm gonna go find some other people". OH CHEERS MATE. So I might just go to Girl Mate G's house and chill with movies or something.
Day 2 is bloody hard, isn't it? I've been feeling so malnourished all day. Went to the gym earlier but I was rubbish - only did 10 minutes on the treadmill. My god, went on the rowing machine and discovered there's a game you can play called Fish or something, where a little fish appears on the screen (that's you) and you have to row faster or slower to vary the height of said fish either to eat smaller fish (for points) or avoid being eaten by bigger fish. WOW. My hands literally have blisters I was having so much fun with that. Every machine should have its own game!!
Alright, SGD.
DAY TWO (300 cal allowance)
- A small bowl of branflakes. According to the packet, a small bowl of branflakes with semi-skimmed milk is 100 cals. I drink skimmed, so I chopped off 5 cals.
- A mini muller rice pot (YUM) - 100
- An Alpen bar - 61
- A slice of ham (I was snacking and bored) - 8
- A whole load of mayo (eaten with sweetcorn) - 40
Total - 304 cals. Dammit, 4 calories over!! Why did I eat the ham? Ah well, won't be too hard to burn off at the gym tomorrow.
Extras:
- 2 apples
- A bowl of sweetcorn, with the mayo. Weird combo, I know, but I was starving and it was literally all I had. I did hunt for lettuce but none of my housemates are very healthy, it seems.
So today wasn't too shabby. Get to weigh myself in the morning - hello, Ricky, we meet at long last!
Wow, check out all the comments on my last post... cheers guys! You lot are corking. Ariana, you asked about British culture. I can honestly not compare it to American culture as I've only been to America once (New York, sighhh) and that's such a touristy place I expect it's not a good representation of bog-standard America. I mean we Brits have a good idea of American culture because of the ridiculous amount of American shows and films and songs to grace our lives, but it's hard to know how realistic that is - because England is NOTHING like it's represented in the media. Well, not NOTHING like it, but you know what I mean. England's a pretty crap country, actually - hardly any of it is actually attractive aesthetically and it's full of chavs, which are rough tracksuit-wearing often unattractive people who hang around car parks and shop fronts smoking and generally being abusive to the public. Mostly teenagers. I think every teenager hits a chavvy stage in their life, but chavvy adults are just embarrassing. You see a group of chavs - cross the street! Also known as pikeys, though that term is debatable these days.
The England accent isn't universally nice, either. We don't all sound like Hugh Grant, charmingly English. I happen to sound quite posh, actually, so I think Americans would like my voice - but chavs sound GROSS. Awriiight bruv, init, wha you sayinn, fuck off you twaah." (that was meant to be 'twat', but chavs don't pronounce their Ts.) Everyone has a hint of the chav in their voice, and at my age, you're ridiculed if you sound too posh. I often am! But at least people don't wince at the sound of my voice.
M happens to be textbook definition of chav... she's getting better, but the voice is going to take a lot of work! It shows, though, that they're not all awful - M's amazing and comes from a good background so I guess friend influence turned her into one. Shame.
I love most Brit music but some of it is annoying. I looove the whole underground grime industry. I think any foreigner who doesn't know what it is would hate it, though - it is pretty shitty, admittedly (I'm such a rhymer) but it's getting better these days.
What's awesome about England is the fashion. I truly think England has the most daring and interesting fashion in the world. Every other country or place I've seen (even New York!) just doesn't compare. In fact, NY was downright disappointing given its fashion status! I am proud to call myself English for that. I love fashion, though it's hard to be fashionable when you're poor.
The chocolate is fucking amazing here.
... And yes, we do all drink tea. All the time.
Peace out!
Q x