blag

It's a boring Champions league game on now with Man U. playing Barce blah blah and I'm drinking Riesling and listing cute footballers I could maybe kiss. The list isn't very extensive, disappointingly enough. One debatable player is Rooney who I think looks like Shrek, however Chris thinks he has nice eyes. I am bored. Which has lead me to wiki John Terry because I couldn't remember who he was married, which lead me to wiki wags, which lead me to wiki Jennifer Ellison, which lead to "essex girl" which lead to further boredom.

crisis

Chris just came out and is wearing a nearly identical outfit as me. Picnic is on hold now he's gone to change because we look like a couple of idiots. Or those families who on holiday, all wear the same coloured sweaters so it's easy to find everyone.

something about this place

It's the first real sunny, warm day here and I'm staring out my window at a band taking photos, probably for their myspace. It's a bit obscure because he's wearing a top hat, blazer but biking shorts and there's a girl in a pretty dress and it seems a bit hodge podge for me. Woah! Top hat guy just hopped on a unicycle and peddled away. Pretty incredible for a Saturday afternoon gaze.

Chris and I are about to head down to London Fields and the market to have a picnic and read books. And next question of self-analysis, am I a nervy, anxious person?

Lastly, I love this song! It makes my tummy feel funny.

playing doctor

Last night being supremely great has lead me to feel a cold brewing in the back of the my throat therefore missing a fun night out tonight with Jonas and Pippa. However last night I did ride in a rickshaw with Sophie down Oxford st for £3 each so it's a bit of a fair trade off. Today i've been relegated to watching tv in my pjs, lots of Friends and eventual wiki immersion.

I'm far less stressed this week in a literal sense, but still have this feeling that my stomach is in knots which is affecting me more ways than one. I don't stand alone though in this complex and it seems to be a recurring symptom throughout the office. I am on the other hand, looking slimmer with my thighs nearly back to their original size. So strange how I feel my body has deviated and now I've spotted these new lines under my eyes where mascara now seems to get caught. By mid day I need to wipe off because I look like I haven't slept in days.

Besides my outward vanity and transparent self indulgence, I've had some funny conversations with Chris lately, one of which should definitely be documented. I was talking to him about how I was obsessed with the name Jessica when I was younger and whenever I played house with my brother and sisters, I would always be called Jessica. Chris' response was, 'what is house?', my reply 'you don't know what playing house is?' he said, 'well I've heard of it'. That really tickled me.

mass romantic

I've suffered from severe stress, abnormal PMS and delirium this past week. There have been moments were I thought my stomach was going to give up on me and that this was it. But like everything, it just passes. I sometimes need to grasp harder onto future retro perspective.

But anyway, highlights of the weekend are:

new shoes
Duchamp exhibit at Tate Modern and members room drinks
wearing Chris socks home because my new shoes gave me blisters on my soles
dinner with Suzy at Mem & Laz
Mrs Doubtfire
Sunday night pizza whilst watching a show on "scary skinny celebrities"
10 hour sleeps
reading Updike
warm sunny weather on Friday which lead to sandals to snowy weather on Sunday, which lead to boots
Chris' wisecracks over dinner last night
Chris being supremely romantic

And he just ruined it all by having just passed gas...