anything different?
no
same shit is going on
i've just finished reading the twilight series
last night i watched wilfred
and today i started watching the girl from tomorrow again
thats about it
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
oh hai. my week? you want to know about my week? um, well, sure, but...do you really want to know? ok then. feel free to stop listening whenever you like
when i got the kids back from voldemorts on sunday night, the first thing i said when i saw x was 'he's sick'. no he's not, he's fine, is the response. actually no, he's sick. they're both sick. x has spots all over his face, his eyes are glassy and he has a temperature. he had called me the day before (at 6am, grrr kids) to tell me he had a rash on his tummy, i told him to show his dad. i call my mum, she says 'german measles'. x says 'its just puberty mum, its ok, i can handle it, it only lasts for a few years and it was bound to happen some time'. i say, no x, you are 9 years old.
then e crashes out on the couch, his whole body hot, his eyes are glassy, his throat hurts, i give him panadol, he vomits everywhere.
bed time
monday - kids still sick and spend the day on the couch watching dvds. by the end of the day they are worse and i decide to call the doctor and make an appointment for tuesday morning. they say bring them in now, its not busy. i call their dad to ask for help as i cant carry two boys. he says he having dinner (with his girlfriend) but will 'come later'. i get angry and hang up. stupid girlfriend. he calls later and asks where i am. im home, waiting for you. why arent you at the doctor? because you said you would come here and help me. no i didnt. fuck you. i hang up, take the kids to the doctor, make x walk as i cant carry him, we get put in an isolation room, and then go in to see the doctor.
they dont have german measles. i didnt think they would, they've been immunised, they have a virus which has turned into an infection, coming out as spots all over his face in x case, and e has a virus and strep throat. take them home, fluids, panadol, etc, usual sick kid things. dad knocks on the door and is automatically a hero for turning up with showbags, stupid girlfriend is in the waiting room with her stupid face on. i have to go to the chemist and buy medicines while he gets to be the good parent and give treats.
we go home
then i remember, im supposed to go on a date tomorrow. im supposed to be meeting this boy for coffee. i cant go. i message him and tell him im sorry, that im not ditching him, but i cant see him tomorrow and will have kids home all week, more than likely. his response is short. i figure hes a lost cause now
tuesday. damn kids get up at 6 am and run around the back yard with the bow and arrow set that came from the show. they dont show a single sign of being sick, apart from x spots which already look better after one dose of medicine. original coffee time ticks over and i have a cup of tea, by myself. its not the same.
i message him and say, based on the behaviour of my children, that coffee tomorrow would be good. he says yes, that would be good. its all set.
tomorrow comes. i take x to school, and take e to the dentist for the last little part of his teeth fixing. when we get there, some kid is screaming its head off so they suggest we go for a walk for ten minutes. we walk to the playground, maybe 30-40 metres away? we talk and he plays, i put my hand in my pocket to check the time, and my phone isnt there. my brand new phone. as in only got it last week brand new. my phone that i actually like and can use and holds actual songs and can picture message and isnt shit. we retrace our steps. 3 times. no phone. e goes into the dentist and we find out that he's actually having two teeth ripped out today, and wont be going back to school after this. date? what date?
we go home. i call my phone. its unavailable. of course it is, its currently being used as a swap to buy drugs in christie downs. i call miffy. she says she'll come over and look after e so i can go tell sam i cant make the date, because i cant call him or message him because his number is in my phone. then she decides that she'll do her uni work at my house with luke and watch e, and i can get a coffee. so its maybe going to be alright
so we talk, and we drink coffee, and we walk back to our cars, and its nice. and im seeing him again.
and i go home, and i call optus who say 'oh my god! you really did only get your brand new phone last week! i feel so bad for you! here, i've credited $120 to your account. that should cover a few of your bills so you can buy a new phone.'
wow
then i go to the optus shop for a new sim card which they give me instead of charging $39 for
again, wow
i go home, activate my new sim and find out that all my old numbers and messages are there and i have the same phone number.
sams messages that he sent wednesday morning come through, so i have his number again. we organise to see each other thursday night. except thursday night shows and he doesnt.
e cries and whimpers and talks and moans and wriggles and calls out from approximatley 10 until 4 in the morning. i go in there time and time again, whats wrong, whats the matter? i finally get out of him that he thinks he might be frightened. he doesnt know what he's frightened of tho. i ask him what is the best thing ever. fishing with dad? i suggest. bugs and dinosaurs? gardening, he says. think of gardening, i say. and think how you are brave and happy and the strongest loveliest sweetest boy in the whole world and i love you.
he ends up kicking me for the rest of the morning in my bed.
so now im back where i was two weeks ago. no sleep, sore back, broken phone, grring about boys. my life will never go forwards
when i got the kids back from voldemorts on sunday night, the first thing i said when i saw x was 'he's sick'. no he's not, he's fine, is the response. actually no, he's sick. they're both sick. x has spots all over his face, his eyes are glassy and he has a temperature. he had called me the day before (at 6am, grrr kids) to tell me he had a rash on his tummy, i told him to show his dad. i call my mum, she says 'german measles'. x says 'its just puberty mum, its ok, i can handle it, it only lasts for a few years and it was bound to happen some time'. i say, no x, you are 9 years old.
then e crashes out on the couch, his whole body hot, his eyes are glassy, his throat hurts, i give him panadol, he vomits everywhere.
bed time
monday - kids still sick and spend the day on the couch watching dvds. by the end of the day they are worse and i decide to call the doctor and make an appointment for tuesday morning. they say bring them in now, its not busy. i call their dad to ask for help as i cant carry two boys. he says he having dinner (with his girlfriend) but will 'come later'. i get angry and hang up. stupid girlfriend. he calls later and asks where i am. im home, waiting for you. why arent you at the doctor? because you said you would come here and help me. no i didnt. fuck you. i hang up, take the kids to the doctor, make x walk as i cant carry him, we get put in an isolation room, and then go in to see the doctor.
they dont have german measles. i didnt think they would, they've been immunised, they have a virus which has turned into an infection, coming out as spots all over his face in x case, and e has a virus and strep throat. take them home, fluids, panadol, etc, usual sick kid things. dad knocks on the door and is automatically a hero for turning up with showbags, stupid girlfriend is in the waiting room with her stupid face on. i have to go to the chemist and buy medicines while he gets to be the good parent and give treats.
we go home
then i remember, im supposed to go on a date tomorrow. im supposed to be meeting this boy for coffee. i cant go. i message him and tell him im sorry, that im not ditching him, but i cant see him tomorrow and will have kids home all week, more than likely. his response is short. i figure hes a lost cause now
tuesday. damn kids get up at 6 am and run around the back yard with the bow and arrow set that came from the show. they dont show a single sign of being sick, apart from x spots which already look better after one dose of medicine. original coffee time ticks over and i have a cup of tea, by myself. its not the same.
i message him and say, based on the behaviour of my children, that coffee tomorrow would be good. he says yes, that would be good. its all set.
tomorrow comes. i take x to school, and take e to the dentist for the last little part of his teeth fixing. when we get there, some kid is screaming its head off so they suggest we go for a walk for ten minutes. we walk to the playground, maybe 30-40 metres away? we talk and he plays, i put my hand in my pocket to check the time, and my phone isnt there. my brand new phone. as in only got it last week brand new. my phone that i actually like and can use and holds actual songs and can picture message and isnt shit. we retrace our steps. 3 times. no phone. e goes into the dentist and we find out that he's actually having two teeth ripped out today, and wont be going back to school after this. date? what date?
we go home. i call my phone. its unavailable. of course it is, its currently being used as a swap to buy drugs in christie downs. i call miffy. she says she'll come over and look after e so i can go tell sam i cant make the date, because i cant call him or message him because his number is in my phone. then she decides that she'll do her uni work at my house with luke and watch e, and i can get a coffee. so its maybe going to be alright
so we talk, and we drink coffee, and we walk back to our cars, and its nice. and im seeing him again.
and i go home, and i call optus who say 'oh my god! you really did only get your brand new phone last week! i feel so bad for you! here, i've credited $120 to your account. that should cover a few of your bills so you can buy a new phone.'
wow
then i go to the optus shop for a new sim card which they give me instead of charging $39 for
again, wow
i go home, activate my new sim and find out that all my old numbers and messages are there and i have the same phone number.
sams messages that he sent wednesday morning come through, so i have his number again. we organise to see each other thursday night. except thursday night shows and he doesnt.
e cries and whimpers and talks and moans and wriggles and calls out from approximatley 10 until 4 in the morning. i go in there time and time again, whats wrong, whats the matter? i finally get out of him that he thinks he might be frightened. he doesnt know what he's frightened of tho. i ask him what is the best thing ever. fishing with dad? i suggest. bugs and dinosaurs? gardening, he says. think of gardening, i say. and think how you are brave and happy and the strongest loveliest sweetest boy in the whole world and i love you.
he ends up kicking me for the rest of the morning in my bed.
so now im back where i was two weeks ago. no sleep, sore back, broken phone, grring about boys. my life will never go forwards
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
i was bored today, and thinking about what i like doing, in case i felt like doing any of the things i came up with. except that what i like doing is sleeping, reading, and kissing. i guess in that respect i can look at my day and say i did most of the things i like doing, except that i would have liked to do the last one, had i had a willing participant. but im bored. fat and bored. every night i go to bed thinking about how tomorrow i'll eat healthy and exercise and get fitter and healthier, and every day i laze around eating shit food and making myself more and more miserable.
i worked out today that i basically live on variations of bread and water. toast in various forms (regular toast, toastie toasties, grilled cheese toast, fruit toast, muffins) and water (plain water, cups of tea). apart from the water, this isnt the slightest bit healthy.
if there was a way i could sleep and wake up thinner, happier and healthier, i'd take it.
if there was a plane at the end of my driveway, going to dublin, i'd take that too.
feburary is very cheap to fly away. specifically to dublin.
i wont go though. i'll sit here in suburban adelaide and be sad and alone for the rest of my life
what a happy thought
im going to bed
i worked out today that i basically live on variations of bread and water. toast in various forms (regular toast, toastie toasties, grilled cheese toast, fruit toast, muffins) and water (plain water, cups of tea). apart from the water, this isnt the slightest bit healthy.
if there was a way i could sleep and wake up thinner, happier and healthier, i'd take it.
if there was a plane at the end of my driveway, going to dublin, i'd take that too.
feburary is very cheap to fly away. specifically to dublin.
i wont go though. i'll sit here in suburban adelaide and be sad and alone for the rest of my life
what a happy thought
im going to bed
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
BOBBY FLYNN TOUCHED MY VAGINA!*
went to see the whitlams with sharyn last night. came up with more 'teh funniest things eva!' to go along with 'asha and her white baby' and 'does she have legs'.
whitlams were great, as always, putting in their full 85%. some stupid girl pushed her way through to stand behind sharyn and i, sang badly and talked loud through the songs. what she also did was spill red wine down the back of my white cardigan.
what. an. idiot. said hermione
i could feel it on my neck. i thought, maybe its not much? maybe its just beer? perhaps its just water, then i saw her out the corner of my eye. wine. i turned to her and said 'can you please not spill your wine on me again' and she laughed, patted my shoulder and said something drunk at me. i tried to just keep singing along, but i could feel it wet on my back, so i took it off and saw a big, purple splotch in the middle, on the shoulder, and drips between.
'if she spills again, im going to punch her'
'i've got your back' says sharyn. again, another funny to add to the list
so many good songs, so many old songs too, which was great.
then it finished, and i considered asking the girl to buy me a bottle of soda water to try and soak my top in. i turn around and she's apologising, saying she feels really bad and wants to give me money for my top.
'um...'
'here, i feel really bad. take this'
and i got $20. top only cost me 15, but i realy liked it, and it was one of the white things i'd managed to keep white since i got it. hadn't spilled a thing on it. and if any of you know me, thats a miraculous accomplishment. so i took the $20, asked the bar girl for a cup of soda water, and soaked my top while we drank a glass of water and decided what to do next.
jak was at the merch desk, and remembered us. he said that supermild was shit and that he was probably just gonna go to bed, so we turned to leave and saw bobby flynn. kirsty loves bobby, so i talked to him so i could tease her and say 'i talked to bobby flynn'. i told him i enjoyed his show and he said 'thanks, thanks for that' and put his hand on my shoulder. sharyn and i ran, giggling from the gov, and i got my phone out so i could text kirsty and say that bobby flynn touched me
'tell her he touched your boob'
'yeah, like he reached for my shoulder and i turned a bit and he touched my boob by accident'
'hehe, no, say bobby flynn touched your boob, on purpose'
'baaahahaa, bobby flynn touched my vagina'
'baaahahahahahahaha, bobby flynn touched your vagina'
'ok, ive written 'bobby flynn touched my vagina... i mean shoulder'
'excellent. aaah, we're so funny'
'why do they bother with comedians when they already have us?'
we walked back to the car, shazz got changed on the side of the road, and we went into town, found an awesome park, and began drinking. while in the car, three 19 year old boys (one, who when he found out how old we were, suddenly became 22, 23, turning 24 on tuesday) walked past, looking for the party train. one of them had the wonderful talent of weeing while he walked. how clever!
the line up for gosh (line up!)we had to listen to the most annoying girl in the world who just kept talking and wouldnt shut up, and we met a nice boy called todd who was into roots music, the whitlams, was the king of the line, thought we were 26 and loved kids.
inside? inside i had the boringest gosh ever. music wasnt good, apart from penny lane, people were shit, drunk girls kept dancing on me, and some chick had her boob out while some loser was pashing her
we went home early
*possible actual lie
p.s. soaked mycardi in peroxide and bi carb over night, cant even see the stain. 20 bucks, wooo
went to see the whitlams with sharyn last night. came up with more 'teh funniest things eva!' to go along with 'asha and her white baby' and 'does she have legs'.
whitlams were great, as always, putting in their full 85%. some stupid girl pushed her way through to stand behind sharyn and i, sang badly and talked loud through the songs. what she also did was spill red wine down the back of my white cardigan.
what. an. idiot. said hermione
i could feel it on my neck. i thought, maybe its not much? maybe its just beer? perhaps its just water, then i saw her out the corner of my eye. wine. i turned to her and said 'can you please not spill your wine on me again' and she laughed, patted my shoulder and said something drunk at me. i tried to just keep singing along, but i could feel it wet on my back, so i took it off and saw a big, purple splotch in the middle, on the shoulder, and drips between.
'if she spills again, im going to punch her'
'i've got your back' says sharyn. again, another funny to add to the list
so many good songs, so many old songs too, which was great.
then it finished, and i considered asking the girl to buy me a bottle of soda water to try and soak my top in. i turn around and she's apologising, saying she feels really bad and wants to give me money for my top.
'um...'
'here, i feel really bad. take this'
and i got $20. top only cost me 15, but i realy liked it, and it was one of the white things i'd managed to keep white since i got it. hadn't spilled a thing on it. and if any of you know me, thats a miraculous accomplishment. so i took the $20, asked the bar girl for a cup of soda water, and soaked my top while we drank a glass of water and decided what to do next.
jak was at the merch desk, and remembered us. he said that supermild was shit and that he was probably just gonna go to bed, so we turned to leave and saw bobby flynn. kirsty loves bobby, so i talked to him so i could tease her and say 'i talked to bobby flynn'. i told him i enjoyed his show and he said 'thanks, thanks for that' and put his hand on my shoulder. sharyn and i ran, giggling from the gov, and i got my phone out so i could text kirsty and say that bobby flynn touched me
'tell her he touched your boob'
'yeah, like he reached for my shoulder and i turned a bit and he touched my boob by accident'
'hehe, no, say bobby flynn touched your boob, on purpose'
'baaahahaa, bobby flynn touched my vagina'
'baaahahahahahahaha, bobby flynn touched your vagina'
'ok, ive written 'bobby flynn touched my vagina... i mean shoulder'
'excellent. aaah, we're so funny'
'why do they bother with comedians when they already have us?'
we walked back to the car, shazz got changed on the side of the road, and we went into town, found an awesome park, and began drinking. while in the car, three 19 year old boys (one, who when he found out how old we were, suddenly became 22, 23, turning 24 on tuesday) walked past, looking for the party train. one of them had the wonderful talent of weeing while he walked. how clever!
the line up for gosh (line up!)we had to listen to the most annoying girl in the world who just kept talking and wouldnt shut up, and we met a nice boy called todd who was into roots music, the whitlams, was the king of the line, thought we were 26 and loved kids.
inside? inside i had the boringest gosh ever. music wasnt good, apart from penny lane, people were shit, drunk girls kept dancing on me, and some chick had her boob out while some loser was pashing her
we went home early
*possible actual lie
p.s. soaked mycardi in peroxide and bi carb over night, cant even see the stain. 20 bucks, wooo
Friday, August 22, 2008
say hi to them for me
today i learned a couple of things
if humble bee ever wanted to become childrens entertainers, we'd be a total hit. a couple of months ago i gave my doctor a cd with some songs on it. she played it in the car on the way home with her kids, and when it finished her kids asked for it again. she told them it was one of her patients singing. apparently her coolness rating went up a few notches because she knows someone famous.
second thing i learned today is that contrary to what a doctor i dont even remember told me years ago, after speaking to me for about two minutes, i dont actually have borderline personality disorder.
so, thats a bit of good news
today i learned a couple of things
if humble bee ever wanted to become childrens entertainers, we'd be a total hit. a couple of months ago i gave my doctor a cd with some songs on it. she played it in the car on the way home with her kids, and when it finished her kids asked for it again. she told them it was one of her patients singing. apparently her coolness rating went up a few notches because she knows someone famous.
second thing i learned today is that contrary to what a doctor i dont even remember told me years ago, after speaking to me for about two minutes, i dont actually have borderline personality disorder.
so, thats a bit of good news
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
have decided i dont want to be in the obese section of the bmi graph. im heading that way. all i have to do is get a bit shorter or a bit fatter and i'll be there
(notice how there is no star where i am? im not that open about myself. you can guess.... guess nice!)
so, this morning i got up, had two glasses of water and a banana, put on a cd, and decided to attempt some sort of exercise.
soundtrack to my foray into weightloss, brought to you by the pipettes
1. we are the pipettes: jogging, entire song
2. pull shapes: no longer able to jog. decide to march on the spot with big swinging arms
3. why did you stay: this is bullshit. i feel like im going to die. go and make cup of tea and some muffins
4. dirty mind: get angry that i gave up after two songs and do some stretches, lunge things, interpretive dance while muffins cook. mmm, cheese, mmm
5. it hurts to see you dance so well: coughing fit
6. Judy : coughing, eating
7. Winters Sky : coughing, eating
8. Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me : coughing, eating
9. Tell Me What You Want : coughing, eating
10. Because It's Not Love (But It's Still A Feeling) coughing
11. Sex : coughing
12. One Night Stand : coughing
13. ABC : coughing
14. I Love You : coughing
15. Dance and Boogie : feel like i could cough for longer. yep. just coughed
16. Baby, Just Be Yourself : last song of the cd. well done me! not coughing. still feel like i will. now drinking cup of tea, settled in front of heater and computer
exercise is for idiots
(notice how there is no star where i am? im not that open about myself. you can guess.... guess nice!)
so, this morning i got up, had two glasses of water and a banana, put on a cd, and decided to attempt some sort of exercise.
soundtrack to my foray into weightloss, brought to you by the pipettes
1. we are the pipettes: jogging, entire song
2. pull shapes: no longer able to jog. decide to march on the spot with big swinging arms
3. why did you stay: this is bullshit. i feel like im going to die. go and make cup of tea and some muffins
4. dirty mind: get angry that i gave up after two songs and do some stretches, lunge things, interpretive dance while muffins cook. mmm, cheese, mmm
5. it hurts to see you dance so well: coughing fit
6. Judy : coughing, eating
7. Winters Sky : coughing, eating
8. Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me : coughing, eating
9. Tell Me What You Want : coughing, eating
10. Because It's Not Love (But It's Still A Feeling) coughing
11. Sex : coughing
12. One Night Stand : coughing
13. ABC : coughing
14. I Love You : coughing
15. Dance and Boogie : feel like i could cough for longer. yep. just coughed
16. Baby, Just Be Yourself : last song of the cd. well done me! not coughing. still feel like i will. now drinking cup of tea, settled in front of heater and computer
exercise is for idiots
Monday, August 18, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
ticking things off
things i should be doing
1.anything other than what i am doing
2.cleaning my house *mums gonna help me do that on saturday*
3.buying a mop *tick*
4.folding clothes
5.eating healthy *ate an actual dinner tonight - satay chicken and rice*
6.finishing my book *done*
7.paying more attention to things that matter, rather than focusing on things i cant do anything about
8.looking at different websites than the ones i do
9.wearing socks *wearing some right now*
10.brush my teeth *did so this morning, will do so again tonight. two ticks*
11.getting my mobile fixed
12.making new friends
13.attempting to catch up with old friends *hung out with sharyn on tuesday*
additions to list
14. finish new book
15. write more songs
16. do some sort of band practice
17. take band practice seriously
18. not too seriously, as per promise
19. drink more water
20. dont send email
21. make sure i clean the house on saturday
22. keep eating better
23. listen to my phone when it tells me 'go for a walk you fat lazy pig'
24. use mop
25. stop complaining
26. try and get along better with voldemort (this is a two way street. phone conversation tonight was a good start) (ie the fact that he actually called, and we had an actual conversation)
things i should be doing
1.anything other than what i am doing
2.cleaning my house *mums gonna help me do that on saturday*
3.buying a mop *tick*
4.folding clothes
5.eating healthy *ate an actual dinner tonight - satay chicken and rice*
6.finishing my book *done*
7.paying more attention to things that matter, rather than focusing on things i cant do anything about
8.looking at different websites than the ones i do
9.wearing socks *wearing some right now*
10.brush my teeth *did so this morning, will do so again tonight. two ticks*
11.getting my mobile fixed
12.making new friends
13.attempting to catch up with old friends *hung out with sharyn on tuesday*
additions to list
14. finish new book
15. write more songs
16. do some sort of band practice
17. take band practice seriously
18. not too seriously, as per promise
19. drink more water
20. dont send email
21. make sure i clean the house on saturday
22. keep eating better
23. listen to my phone when it tells me 'go for a walk you fat lazy pig'
24. use mop
25. stop complaining
26. try and get along better with voldemort (this is a two way street. phone conversation tonight was a good start) (ie the fact that he actually called, and we had an actual conversation)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
osborn: so what r u pretty much caring bout right now?
me: im over caring about eeeeeeeeeeeeverything
osborn: eeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttthhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg?????????? is that whale talk?
me: humpback
osborn: lol
me: we are so parents
osborn: yes we are
me: im over caring about eeeeeeeeeeeeverything
osborn: eeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttthhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg?????????? is that whale talk?
me: humpback
osborn: lol
me: we are so parents
osborn: yes we are
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
can he stop you from defecating in public places?
sharyn and i are going to see the whitlams in a couple of weeks. should be good. havent seen a band in a while. im gonna see if jak and pai wanna come to gosh with us after :) hmm, yeah, i dont think they will, but we can hope.
i want to watch 'love is a four letter word' again. so great. if anyone has it, may i please borrow it? im searching youtube for it at the moment, but i doubt i'll have much luck
sharyn and i are going to see the whitlams in a couple of weeks. should be good. havent seen a band in a while. im gonna see if jak and pai wanna come to gosh with us after :) hmm, yeah, i dont think they will, but we can hope.
i want to watch 'love is a four letter word' again. so great. if anyone has it, may i please borrow it? im searching youtube for it at the moment, but i doubt i'll have much luck
Sunday, August 10, 2008
things i should be doing
1.anything other than what i am doing
2.cleaning my house
3.buying a mop
4.folding clothes
5.eating healthy
6.finishing my book
7.paying more attention to things that matter, rather than focusing on things i cant do anything about
8.looking at different websites than the ones i do
9.wearing socks
10.brush my teeth
11.getting my mobile fixed
12.making new friends
13.attempting to catch up with old friends
things i do rather than the things in the above list
1.sit around
2.drink tea
3.eat toast
4.look at the same websites over and over, hoping for something new
5.check email
6.see that there is no email
7.check it again
8.play animal crossing
9.think about all the stuff i should be doing
10.decide i'll make a list of stuff i should be doing
11.think about how i take more time thinking about doing stuff than actually doing anything
12.sleep
13.try to sleep
14.pick up my phone to message people
15.only put it back down without messaging 50% of the time
16.teach my animal crossing friends to say helpful things like 'no text!' and 'dont msg!'
17.sulk
18.read
19.realise there are more things on my 'stuff i do' list than on my 'stuff i should be doing' list, and feel a little bit ok about that, because at least im doing stuff
1.anything other than what i am doing
2.cleaning my house
3.buying a mop
4.folding clothes
5.eating healthy
6.finishing my book
7.paying more attention to things that matter, rather than focusing on things i cant do anything about
8.looking at different websites than the ones i do
9.wearing socks
10.brush my teeth
11.getting my mobile fixed
12.making new friends
13.attempting to catch up with old friends
things i do rather than the things in the above list
1.sit around
2.drink tea
3.eat toast
4.look at the same websites over and over, hoping for something new
5.check email
6.see that there is no email
7.check it again
8.play animal crossing
9.think about all the stuff i should be doing
10.decide i'll make a list of stuff i should be doing
11.think about how i take more time thinking about doing stuff than actually doing anything
12.sleep
13.try to sleep
14.pick up my phone to message people
15.only put it back down without messaging 50% of the time
16.teach my animal crossing friends to say helpful things like 'no text!' and 'dont msg!'
17.sulk
18.read
19.realise there are more things on my 'stuff i do' list than on my 'stuff i should be doing' list, and feel a little bit ok about that, because at least im doing stuff
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