What a fabulous day I've just had. And for once, I'm not actually being sarcastic when I say that. I really have had a great day. Which is funny, really, as it so nearly wasnt a good day at all. And I suppose, looking back at the day, there were quite a few things that went wrong, or could have gone better.
For a start, I woke up quite late. Bearing in mind that I didn't have to go to work, but that I did have a lot to do, I'd set my alarm for 08:30. I woke up at about 06:15 thanks to the bin men making an absolute cacophony. That kept me awake for ages. I think it was the reversing noise more than anything. They must have reversed half way across London, it went on so long. Then I slept through my alarms. I just couldn't rouse myself. At one point I did get up and even got as far as washing my face, but then I went back to bed. I tried playing music to wake me up. That failed. I tried listening to the radio, but all that did was give me weird dreams. In the end I got up properly just before 11:00.
It was just as well that I woke up then as the debt recovery agents called me fifteen minutes later and asked why I hadn't been making my payments. I had to promise to pay them £20 by the end of the day or they'd get their solicitors onto me. I dont have £20 but I had to agree. In the end it was okay as a guy who goes to my old uni lent me the money, as well as reserving a book for me. So a bad situation was made better.
I was feeling so chirpy walking up Fleet Street, thinking about how great it will be going back to uni. I was annoyed with myself for not appreciating student life a bit more. Just as I was thinking how I'd happily walk up Fleet Street every day if I was a student again, a bus came past and splashed a puddle up at me. Sometimes I wonder if fate is trying to tell me something? Thankfully it didn't go on my dress- I would have gone nuts if it had as it's a vintage white woollen dress. Not the kind of thing you want covered with street skank.
I had one of the funniest conversations with one of my friends:
Him: People keep writing mean things about me in the newspaper.
Me: Oh, that sucks
Him: I suppose I should be glad I'm being written about.
Me: Yeah. Any publicity is good publicity!
Him: That's true. Just look at Hitler! People are still talking about him and he died ages ago.
Me: That's not quite what I had in mind.
I went to see my old tutor to sort out my references and personal statement for my masters application. I queued for ages outside his office, but all these Americans kept pushing in front. Now, I've nothing against Americans as such. I couldn't really admit to it anyway, seeing as I work in race relations and all that. But LSE attracts a really awful type of American. They're obnoxious. They're rude. They think theyre god's bloody gift. They whinge about how crap London is but still bust a gut and spend a fortune to stay here. They live in Chelsea and wear flip flops all year round. They can't actually write essays because thats not how American universities work. Argh! Anyway, there were loads of these in the department today. There were so many that my tutor didn't have time to see me and I had completely wasted my time.
This could have been a bad situation, but it turned out okay. I went to see my favourite teacher of all time. Actually, first of all I knocked on another teachers door to say something along the lines of, "You know how you said that I was rubbish in comparison to other people and that you hoped one day I would find something that I'm good at? Well, fuck you!" Or something equally mature. She wasn't there, which was probably a good thing. I hadn't brought in my degree certificate, and waving that in her face would have been the piece de resistance.
My favourite teacher was wonderful and as always, she made me feel really good about myself. For some reason she thinks that I'm clever. If I had to choose a mother (that wasnt already my mother) I would choose her in an instant. She promised to check my personal statement, and got all the information she needed to write my reference. Whenever I speak to her, I feel so much more sorted. She's helped me to get so much more clarity in my writing that it actually makes my thoughts clearer too (NB, when I say writing, I don't mean this. I'm well aware that my blog is pretty poorly written- but it's in the vernacular, and so doesn't count. I mean my proper writing, academic work and the like).
This evening I had a really good ballet class. I walked there from Lavender Hill, which didn't take too long. I quite like doing so much walking. I just wish I had my mp3 player back from T as it would make walking so much more interesting. It's really good for my ankle too. Anyway, in the class, things went pretty well. I had really bad period pains all day so I didn't know how well it would go. Someone once said to me that they found it easier to balance when on their period, and I think I found it easier too. That and the fact that Ive been really concentrating on my sides and which muscles will stop you from falling over. My feet didnt want to move very quickly, so some of the exercises were a bit of a shambles, but for once I felt like my weight placement was right. I even did some nice pirouettes, which is quite an achievement as I'm still very dizzy from coming off my medication. I still can't do jumps though, so I had to miss all the fun allegro exercises. When I got home, however, I had a letter from the physiotherapists asking me to call and make an appointment. So hopefully I will be in full working order soon.
Other things than have brought a smile to my face today:
- Watching birds fly under the bridge at Clapham Junction station (they look like theyre having a race)
- Having people call you and let you know that they care
- Arranging for old friends to come and stay. Well, in this case, ex-boyfriend, but it was so long ago that it doesn't count and he's just classified as an old friend, right?
- Cooking up yet another storm. This time I made potato and apple bake. It looks delicious but I haven't tried it yet as its for my packed lunch
- Reading fantastic books
- Reading Calvin and Hobbes- the best way to relax before bedtime!
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