토요일, 3월 19, 2005
just one random question which has little or no relevance to the rest of my life, for an end-of-term musing:

why on earth do people wear bumbags? are they not totally unflattering to the butt area? do they not make it look like you've strapped the bag equivalent of a kangaroo's pouch to your ass region? has no one noticed that you cannot actually put anything within the bag itself for fear of having a lumpy (yes, you heard it right) lumpy profile of your nether regions?

it just makes no sense. unless of course, your bum is pert and non-existent, and you carry the bumbag off with nothing save your keys and some money inside, to which you have strapped this accessory on with careless abandon and look forward to many happy days together where this item of your wardrobe serves you well and effectively without bunching or puckering and making the rest of us who actually do have some curves in that region look like gestating marsupials. in which case, keep well away from me, model lady, else i can't guarantee i won't hit you should you come and flaunt your tallness and thinness at me. but don't get me wrong, i really don't hold it against you if you're beautiful. if you're beautiful, then good for you, but don't make the rest of us mortals look like stodgy sacks of potatoes even if you don't mean to because it hurts. like a knife babe, like a knife.

sniff.

in other news:

end of term! there is a newfound quiet to the morning (ok, given that it's merely 7 in the morning, but i am trying to prove a point here) and today marks the start of a long long five weeks, in which i try desperately to make sense of the notes i have made, in preparation for the exams which lurk on the horizon, after which hail plain sailing an calm seas should i get past them, and possibly even the hint of hidden treasure, if i look hard enough. well, that's the plan at least. we'll see how hard and fast i adhere to that idea.

i am suffering from newcastle withdrawal symptoms. it's been a whole term since i last went there for recreational purposes. a whole term! and newcastle! shut up, yes i know! not the glammest of places, but i like it! so there!

the Boy has toothache and has to go for root canal surgery in about a month's time. poor baby was having a throbbing headache yesterday, and he was still knocking back the alcohol. yes, even the dodgy no/low/whatever carb beer that is actually white in colour but was cunningly disguised in a brown bottle and smelt like the poopdeck on noah's ark. the ratio decidendi was that alcohol has no sugar so it's okay to drink because anyway it makes the pain go away. now, when anyone says anything like it makes the pain go away, there is cause to be really afraid. and anyway, why would anyone make no/low/whatever carb beer? it's not like a)atkins really works or b)spongebob is getting any thinner. ok, that was really mean, i take that back.

i slept in an odd position last night, giving my neck its own version of hell and waking up (just) in a state of very centralised pain. had a short freak out about how the Boy must have passed his root canal infection germies to me, then sobered up and realised that said pain has nothing to do with my teeth whatsoever. but still, ow, my neck muscles.

oh, and in case anyone was interested, here's the link for the isa ball (!!!) photos that i mentioned i would put up once i had the time. wahey!

*CLICK HERE*

oh, and just for the record, i really wish i were going home over easter. but we always want what we can't get don't we?

except for the Boy. i really am glad i have him around.