brunch

Lately, when I'm sitting legs up, watching television, I come across these exercise equipment QVC items available and I completely buy into it and want it If I had any money right now, I would definitely buy this aero trampoline cardio board thing. I have been mildly good since new years, exercising and eating less, but on Thursday, I went out with a few girls from work and one bottle of wine leads to five, which leads to grotty bar, which leads to chav magician performing card tricks, and random cockney doing breakdancing headstands in the middle of the floor, leads to me not remember either which ultimately leads to hamburger union.

Oh, now a smoothie machine is available to purchase. I think I'm going to the French restaurant across the road for brunch by myself. Chris went back to Birmingham this weekend so I've been here, cleaning, cooking- I made this amazing spinach, mushroom and cheese gnocchi last night. And as much as I enjoy being alone, I'm definitely feeling pangs of loneliness. Kenny vs. Spenny which finally arrived from Canada just isn't funny when you're by yourself.

And because I've been so bored all weekend, I've watched quite a bit of T4.

a wee fight

As children, you fight over video games, and being the person in control.

And evidently you do as adults. Being in control. Oh but being the person who bought the Wii in the first place. An only child takes on 1 of 4 with his "I payed for the Wii (therefore I am more entitled)." Super Mario Galaxy Divorce.

Sometimes I feel like such an adult, living with my boyfriend, sometimes him carrying me to bed when I'm sleep on the sofa. Then sometimes we fight over who gets to be player 1. Seriously. We had a serious argument today that lead to more than just Wii (as it does, and thankfully did, if we fought solely over Wii, we would have to get rid of it), leading to money, and possessions, merging the two together, a couples communist battle. It's something I have never experienced before. And it's intense for a Saturday when you've lost your voice (unWii related, I had the flu earlier this week and thus sore throat-lost voice).

Tomorrow is supposed to be 15c so I think I'll be going outside. But I bet it will rain.

Oui Oui

I just came home from such a great day at work to find out Chris not only found a Wii, but bought a Wii.

I'm going to play Wii now and might never blog again. Or leave my flat again.

oui?

Seriously, all I want to do is play Wii, but there apparently aren't any left in the UK. I am gravely disappointed. I want to play tennis, and Mario Olympics (obviously) and Super Mario Galaxy, and Wario Ware and all the silly games. Chris wants Splinter Cell but I'm ignoring that request.

Really though, where do you find one? Lucky souls who got one for Christmas. Chris did some Wiisearch today much to no avail. He wanted to surprise me and say that he had ordered one today. Again much to no avail. I'm off to pout.

the year

So it's started. I'm back at work and ready for a shocker for the next few months, really up until May. I have three massive projects starting essentially this Monday and the last one isn't done until end of April. Much more stress to follow.

But for now, as it's Saturday and sunny and mild outside, I'm waiting for Chris to wake up, to head down to the market. And buy cheese. As I'm now going through withdrawl. Moreover, my eating healthy plan, minus cheese, is going quite well thus far, three days in. I'll probably cave and eat a cheeseburger at the market. Or a boar burger at the Dove. Ok I really need to wake Chris up because I'm now starving.

And lastly, I think this year will be great in bringing old friends back together. Some persuasions have already taken place even, which, by no fault of my own, were seemingly successful. Last night I had a dream where about 10 of my friends were all about 7 months pregnant and roaming around, and making me feel highly maternal but far inferior. And then Chris proposed to me with this massive ring that I wore right away but then a bunch of us, pregnant ladies excluded, we went diving in this army training area where arrows kept being shot at us. I wore the ring on the dive but we finally got to this bunker underwater, me, Chris and the swimming crew, and when inside we started playing table tennis.

But ultimately, the very best part of 2008 will be the Olympics. I'm now addicted, thanks in part to Pez, to watching old Olympics clips on YouTube, especially gymanstics! But ultimately getting into arguments with Chris over Canadian vs. British figure skaters. I can't wait until the summer!

2008

And I'm now too late to do a 2007 in review. But I think it's going to be the year of the adult. I went to a dinner party with 14 other friends for new year's and to everyone's surprise, it was very civilised. No one got out of hand, became obnoxiously drunk or mildly offensive. A nice change from the skull fracturing days of yore. And to top it off, I wasn't suicidally hungover, in fact, I didn't feel bad at all yesterday (it didn't really stop me from having a big mac though).

And with the new year, comes new eating/drinking routine. I've gained about 20 pounds since moving to England a year and a half ago. That needs to be lost because some jeans I can't fit over my thighs. I'm not 18 anymore. It's so sad to see the effects of ageing. But I am now on my best behaviour for the rest of January, February and March. Come April let's see what I have to say.

And lastly, 1998 was a very good year for me. I started highschool in that year. That was 10 years ago. I guess I don't owe my thighs anything, but I still hate these physiological changes.