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And if I was also to tell you it's been my 21st birthday this weekend, you probably think I have some hilarious drunken stories to tell, but alas, I haven't.
Weekend was good though. Finished work early on friday and went home for the weekend. Out for a few beers on friday night, then shopping on saturday where I bought some new shoes (I only mention them as they come into play later in the story).
Went to Walthmstow (sp?) dogs saturday night and completely lost my voice. Scientific fact alert: Shouting expletives at the dog does not make it run faster. Damn.
Had a good night though, won some money, lost some money. A bit down overall though but spent less than I would have done if I'd just gone to a club, and had a better time because I did something a bit different, which was the whole point of it.
Anyway, had a family meal and stuff today.
My mum's cooking tastes nice, but why does she cook so damn much?! I ate it all anyway though... :-D
Trained back to Surrey this evening, and popped along to the drama rehersal as I needed to arrange a lift to the other place on Tuesday. Ended up staying for the whole evening though, despite the fact I'm completely knackered as I've has sod all sleep all weekend.
Anyway, I digress. Continuing:
We reherse in this kind of youth centre type place, and there's a bit of a sports hall with some basket ball hoops. So we're in there, doing our stuff and we have a break. We do the classic bloke challenege "I bet you can't jump and hold onto the basket ball ring". So I give it a go.
Except I'm wearing my new shoes, which are damn nice, but have a solid leather sole. So the heels are damn hard.
I jump up, off the wall, and miss the hoop by mere millimetres. I fall to the ground. I land on one foot with these bloody shoes on. I fall to the ground in pain. They laugh.
Nice.
I'm now sitting here with a heel that's the colour of a plum and hoping I can have a day of work tomorrow to try and complete Halo at last...
Anyway, a good weekend all round.
Oh, I'm back by the way ;-)
Shame chat's full of *
ps If i swear again i'm going to get hit in the groin with a big stick. Oh Yes!
Weekend was good though. Finished work early on friday and went home for the weekend. Out for a few beers on friday night, then shopping on saturday where I bought some new shoes (I only mention them as they come into play later in the story).
Went to Walthmstow (sp?) dogs saturday night and completely lost my voice. Scientific fact alert: Shouting expletives at the dog does not make it run faster. Damn.
Had a good night though, won some money, lost some money. A bit down overall though but spent less than I would have done if I'd just gone to a club, and had a better time because I did something a bit different, which was the whole point of it.
Anyway, had a family meal and stuff today.
My mum's cooking tastes nice, but why does she cook so damn much?! I ate it all anyway though... :-D
Trained back to Surrey this evening, and popped along to the drama rehersal as I needed to arrange a lift to the other place on Tuesday. Ended up staying for the whole evening though, despite the fact I'm completely knackered as I've has sod all sleep all weekend.
Anyway, I digress. Continuing:
We reherse in this kind of youth centre type place, and there's a bit of a sports hall with some basket ball hoops. So we're in there, doing our stuff and we have a break. We do the classic bloke challenege "I bet you can't jump and hold onto the basket ball ring". So I give it a go.
Except I'm wearing my new shoes, which are damn nice, but have a solid leather sole. So the heels are damn hard.
I jump up, off the wall, and miss the hoop by mere millimetres. I fall to the ground. I land on one foot with these bloody shoes on. I fall to the ground in pain. They laugh.
Nice.
I'm now sitting here with a heel that's the colour of a plum and hoping I can have a day of work tomorrow to try and complete Halo at last...
Anyway, a good weekend all round.
Oh, I'm back by the way ;-)
Shame chat's full of *
ps If i swear again i'm going to get hit in the groin with a big stick. Oh Yes!
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Put a plaster on it?
indeed
Hercules! wrote:
> Hurrah, victor!
>
> :D
>
> You knew i was going to win anyway.
*******
*sigh*
> Hurrah, victor!
>
> :D
>
> You knew i was going to win anyway.
*******
*sigh*
Hurrah, victor!
:D
You knew i was going to win anyway.
YH, What did your boss say when you tried to get the day off??
Im sure he's/she's a mean old person not letting you.
:D
:D
You knew i was going to win anyway.
YH, What did your boss say when you tried to get the day off??
Im sure he's/she's a mean old person not letting you.
:D
I've got a bad ankle. I'm 'forgetting' about maths tomorrow to see the Doctor.
I'm not gonna bother arguing with you.
Mystique,
YOU are the idiot, I insist.
YH, you should sue your boss for making you work under your condition.
Just a thought.
:)
YOU are the idiot, I insist.
YH, you should sue your boss for making you work under your condition.
Just a thought.
:)
YH why didn't you just tell work that your ankle was really bad and you couldn't go in. Getting an injury no matter how slight or serious is always a great opertunity(sp?) to do a bunk off work.
Ankle update:
It's not bad enough to take a day off work. Damn.
But my heel on my left foot really really fudging hurts. No bruising or anything though, it's not a funny colour either so I guess it's just badly bruised.
Ah well, have to leave Halo to another time then...
It's not bad enough to take a day off work. Damn.
But my heel on my left foot really really fudging hurts. No bruising or anything though, it's not a funny colour either so I guess it's just badly bruised.
Ah well, have to leave Halo to another time then...
I would go to casualtly rather than hang around on here.
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