Clearly, I shot an old lady in a previous life.

We're down to 210 days, so my countdown app says. And how is life? Well. Well...

After attempting to be fit and healthy and starting running in replacement for the gym while being at Uni (and a poor student who can't really justify £400 on a gym subscription), I have either severely torn the muscles in my foot or fractured it. How do I know? Because I've spent all of two weeks hobbling around on it, progressively getting more disabled (I say it's walking with swagger. Most people disagree. What do they know?), before finally going to the doctors and being told. I went for an X-ray, the woman told me she couldn't be sure and to await the doctors analysis. In the meantime, 'try not to walk'. That's cool, I was trying to cut down anyway...

Okay, so why the post title? 'Shot an old lady'? Bit melodramatic for just that? It's more 'kicked an old lady' than shot... Well, thanks for being so sympathetic. Dick. But no, since you asked, that is not it.

By limping so much, I have also strained/pulled the muscle in my other leg, making walking even more painful. Well hell, I love a good challenge. THANKS GOD.

Ok, fine, so you're a bit crippled, things aren't really going your way I guess. But still, shot? More like... 'pushed an old lady over and then kicked her'. I know, it's like I'm reading your mind right? Scary stuff. Well it IS Halloween. *enter scary woo ghost noise*

THE STORY CONTINUES.

In trying to soothe the muscle ache in my un-crippled foot side, the one with the pulled muscle, I decided to put a hot water bottle on it. It's cold in Bath too, so it was nice to keep me warm. Be careful what you wish for guys. The hot water bottle then split, all over my thigh, and burnt my leg.

'Holy shit, you did shoot an old lady in a previous life didn't you!' I hear your mind cry. I must have.

Things, evidently, are not going my way.

Oh, might I add, that during the hot water bottle performance, I was also on the phone to my newly found boyfriend. Way to look like a complete moron. Well, I'm sure he already had an inkling, but I've safely secured the position of Head Retard in his mind now. Superb... Superb.

Well, I'm off to break a few mirrors and throw salt around like a mad-man. LIKE IT MATTERS. Oh, and wait for a 'hey freak, s'totally over' text.

Don't eat too many sweets! x

227 days left

Today, during one of my lectures (two 2 hour lectures on a Monday morning starting at 9am... Can I get a EURGH), my lecturer asked on what attributes we picked our laptops, attempting to demonstrate the emotional appeal of adverts/brands.

I stated that I chose my laptop due to the fact it was purple.
He asked if I was sure I was on the right course.

Burn. 

Nevertheless, 227 days to go. Not that I'm counting or anything (I have an app for that).