I didn’t die during rugby on Sunday. I did realise that I am incredibly unfit, match wise, despite being generally fitter than I’ve ever been. Also, I have some amazing bruises on my body. I also managed to graze my knees, get a split lip and break my nose. I need to learn to not lead in with my face…. It’s still pretty straight, though, so no real harm done.
I still had fun. I pushed one girl back 15 metres in a tackle and lifted up another and carried her towards my try line. Good times.
and tough pump class (not in that order) I am all set up for a morning of study. Trusts, come at me, bro.
My friend has come down to play rugby for the uni side, as well, so I’m going to go watch him this arvo. What a lovely day. I just hope it gets warmer.
Is anyone else as happy as I am that ‘The Price is Right’ is back on tv? No, just me? Ok then.
Why is there so much information about judges talking to children and nothing said succinctly? And why are cases so long? And why can’t I just get my structure right so this all makes sense. Ugh. I’ve completely re written everything I did yesterday and I still feel like I need to do it again.
2,000 words, why you no feel longer?
After tomorrow I promise I’ll get back to posting fitness related stuff. I’m just swamped with school right now and also my ‘j’ key is being very stubborn.
You’re the only person in the law library. There’s usually people here at all hours. Also, it’s the first time in 4 years of my degree that I’ve opened a book in here that wasn’t in the reserve section/assigned reading that I couldn’t find online. Yay for obscure case references in research essays!
I put my boy on a plane this morning. It was sad but we had a lovely long weekend together. This means that I didn’t eat particularly well (but I wasn’t terrible either) or get to the gym, but I ain’t even mad. No regrets, it was lovely and I’d do it all over again.
Balance. It feels good.
I am going to have to almost kill myself getting all of my assignments done, but I don’t care. Master Chef is back on TV and all is well in my world. I can’t wait for the Biggest Loser Finale tonight. I hope Margie or Kasey win.
Hitting the gym tomorrow morning and I’ve got an actual rugby game on Sunday (I’m v. excited).
Anyway, hello new followers. :)
My boy is coming down to visit tonight so I seriously doubt that I’ll get on tumblr until he leaves on Tuesday. I’ve set up a small queue, so it won’t seem like I’m gone, gone.
It’d be lovely to come back to some messages (hint hint. I’m so good at subtlety).
I’m going insane. It was stuck in her head so she’s trying to get rid of it. It’s cruel and unusual punishment for me.
It’s like every time I get an assignment or have to study for a test, everything except for doing the work becomes optional, including showering. It’s gross, but honestly, it’s so cold I just don’t feel like disrobing.
But I’m going to do it.
Rugby training was cancelled for tonight, too, so I can’t even use that as an excuse to put it off. Apparently the field is covered by ankle-deep water and they don’t want us to shred it up before actual games on the weekend.
So, shower and then I need to clear away the army of mugs that have sprung up around my desk since last night.
When everything gets sad. I’m a big crier, I can’t help it. And then when it gets happy again, I cry some more. I just want everything to be happy all the time…
I know it’s not realistic, and the sad makes the happier better, just like in real life, but it’s still how I feel.
I just love Elle Woods so much. She’s the reason I know I can wear fun clothes to law school.
- Fully prepared for a class on Friday
- Almost finished an assignment due next Wednesday
- Read 2 chapters of my text books
- Failed at cooking popcorn, three times
- Made a glitter jar
- Spilled glitter all over my room
- Drunk lots of tea
- Spilled lots of tea all over my room.
This evening I will
- Go to the gym
- Wash my clothes (and get rid of my floordrobe)
- Clean my room (or try to. This glitter will be here for a while).
This is my puppy and her dad. I just found the photo. My pup weighs about 25kgs here (she’s now over 50 and growing) and her dad weighs about 110kgs. The person you can just see is my mum who weighs 55kgs, just for an idea of how big they are.
