Things that make you go GRRRRR.... (Part 2)

I've got the runs. Managed to get through judo class without incident but my stomach feels terrible, which is nothing compared to when I need to go visit the loo
 
Thanks! Another grrrr, my BJA licence still hasn't turned up. Just when I was feeling the world was against me, I mentioned it to another of the girls while getting changed after Tuesday class and I'm not the only one. Seems early Feb lots of lost post. Bizarre. Not that I'm in a hurry for my 6th kyu, my newaza is still shaky.
 
I suck at karaoke, and completely failed to impress my friend's female friend. Not my type anyway, but it's still never good to feel so useless with the opposite sex lol
 
Dramatica and the Kindle program. I can do without Kindle on my Mac though.



It's rare I ever see zombie based media where I don't think I could do it in a better way, though in reality I'd probably panic and hide under a blanket...
 
It was nothing to the Paula Radcliffe moment I had a year ago when I went off for a 5-10k run on a route I didn't know at night and ended up in the next village, then had, well, it's too traumatic just thinking about the return
 
Not a grrrr so much as a nostalgic
I miss art college. Most of all, I miss the way bizarre behaviour was accepted as normal. I miss being surrounded by anarchists, mental patients and flagrant homosexuals.
 
Grrr. So tonight they decide the best way to attract the zombies is to cut themselves and smear blood on surfaces probably covered in whatever pathogen causes zombieness, with knives used to kill zombies. They then get themselves covered in stale zombie juice. Lucky no one got infected this time

seriously these guys are suposed to be survivors. The program still makes me shiver with excitement though (as long as I suspend my disbelief)
 
I hate it that when i go bowling and my friends are all better than me. Grrrr.

But, on the other hand, I know karate =] And they don't.
 
Trying to get to the bar last night and got a bit annoyed by the way people push, it normally irritates me, I mean we're all trying to get served, does it kill people to be vaguely reasonable about it, but even more so when every jostle grinds my rib. Also, the whole fractured thing, really starting to get on my nerves, bored senseless but can't do anything (not for lack of trying).
 
Is it an area of london where you cant say anything?

Most of newcaslte is someone is pushing ahead or just outright pushing me they normally hear about it in short order, just a polite something like 'could you pack that in mate' normally works.
 
Could barely hear myself think, and shouting hurts as much as getting jostled, was really just after my whiskey anaesthetic, picked my moments for going to the bar after that though.
 
Well I'm peed off.. This morning I was meant tobe going to tai chi, awake at 8, maybe a quick shower, catch the bus down, tai chi and feng shou, then maybe meet a friend in town.

instead I was up all night exploding from both ends. Not my most restful pre-training routine. God help me I feel rough.
 
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