I had a dream David Attenborough gave us a lecture on Sloths. Heaven! He was showing us numerous videos that I couldn't help but laugh at, whilst telling us all these wonderful things that had me in stitches. "The lead cause of death, other than natural causes or disease, for the common Sloth, is that they mistake their own arms for tree branches, therefore falling to their death." He also got me to demonstrate "Slothness", a physical state I invented where one simply "Sloths about". I find Sloths hilarious... and if you don't.. then you sir, are wrong.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6JTAtsHh-yc - the sloths are coming.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ba7rRfKIHxU - sloth crossing the road.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pl_vom0T2tI - dramatic sloth.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndMKTnSRsKM - the closest thing I'll get to my dream.
People also don't understand the hilariousness of Goats... so, allow me to educate you;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqgGlgonEa4
In addition, here, enjoy some cats, some dogs and well.. this thing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IytNBm8WA1c
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGeKSiCQkPw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64ULQCvz3BQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWtO0cfgewY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFT4OgFxfes
I had an epiphany earlier... for the perfect perfume adverts.
Picture this; a guy walks into a store. Your average Joe, wearing blue jeans and a zip jumper. He approaches the bottle, a slight glint shining off the spotless glass. He takes it in his hand, acknowledging the house hold name, admiring the sleek design of the bottle. He sprays it on his wrist, the water vapours enveloping his arm. He whiffs, and pauses for a moment, before opening his mouth to say in a South London accent; "Yeah that's nice that", and proceeding to put it in his basket. End.
Picture this; a fat guy and his fat wife enter that same store, again your average Joe's. He picks up the bottle as the last guy did, and sprays it on his wrist. He smells it, giving a nod of approval. He holds it up to his wife, wanting her opinion. She takes in the scent, and instantly becomes a busty bombshell in a bikini. She wraps her arm into his and says "darling let's take the private jet home, I want to make love to you for hours and hours". The fat, hairy, bald man turns to the camera and winks, as the caption "*Fragrance name* Buy it. This stuff happens." slowly appears on the screen.
Tattoo cravings are growing.. If I start on that I'll be here all night.
I have used my newly obtained knowledge in sports performance to form the perfect workout plan for me, but I'll be very tired. We'll see where it goes, but it will bulk me up a bit, strengthen all areas of my body, tone the areas slightly, whilst not affecting me sport wise. Nicceeeeeee :p. I also signed up to a level 2 personal training course. Soon I'll know even more and be able to help others a lot more. My tennis coaching, and uni course (including nutrition, physiology and biomechanics) will mean I may actually be fairly good at helping people.
CK
Saturday, 26 January 2013
Exams are over.
For now, exams are over. Finnnaaalllyyyyyyyyyyy.
I have the attention span of a tea spoon, and the general intelligence of the tea bag that goes into the mug... so exam time for me, rather stressful! I have to work and work and work like a trojan just to revise, and jesus, the number of distractions are unparalleled.
My PETP exam was piss realistically. I knew my stuff, and enjoyed the module. Anything less than a first and I'll be disappointed. There were only two questions on the paper I didn't really know, and I feel pretty good about it! My next exam was a day after, and it was the biggest load of bollocks any man has ever witnessed. "Study and Research methods" - basically the uni's way of saying "You do sport. You must be illiterate. Here, let us teach you how to write, how to read, how to reference... and oh yes Charlie! You get confused by numbers, let's include lots and lots of those for you!". Thinking that my 86.75% in the coursework (50% of the module), I assumed I had already got my 40% needed to pass, so I MAY have not looked at anything regarding the subject. The day before the exam, it surfaces that I need a pass in both coursework and exam. Fantastic. I had to pull an all-nighter, and tried to learn the entire module in one evening. After I sat the exam I believe I can say "yep... managed that"... I probably don't have a first, but a 2.1 wouldn't be too unrealistic. That was my last exam for the week soooo I went to my friends flat for a couple of beers before I planned on catching up on sleep. When I arrive, drinking occurs.. then heavier drinking... then before you know it.. I'm slowly walking back from the Forum (night club) with a couple of mates at 3am. Smooth move captain dipshit. However, one heart warming moment occurred that night. Me and a friend were sitting in his kitchen after having the usual philosophical debates started. We got onto how I'm lucky to have my girlfriend. I asked him "Why on earth do you think she's with me?" to which he swiftly replied, "with you you're always having fun. You could come home from a shit day and just be greeted by your ever-present smile, and just some weird bubbly energetic happy person." Those weren't his exact words of course, but you get the picture. That made me feel amazing, and I was struck for words. All I managed to say was "cheers buddy" and grinned stupidly. #LoveYouMan
The Friday of that week was my friends birthday, and he kindly gave me a ticket for the Forum. I felt like going hyper, and with my body's response to sugar... well, that wouldn't require much effort :p... A few sugary drinks later and I was running laps of the building. Charging into everyone's kitchens, jumping over things and I was physically incapable of standing still. I also was drinking sufficient amounts of alcohol, and to my knowledge left a fair few phone messages, speaking like a man jacked up on coffee, sugar, speed and ecstasy. I had a great night, feeling like sprinting until I collapsed.
Monday meant Physiology, and I was quietly confident. I had put in the work, and had basically done all I could do. Oh my, I couldn't have been more wrong! It was awful awful awful. I had to take a blind stab at a good third of the paper, and guess to a lesser degree to another third. the realisation that you've wasted many many hours pointlessly reading crap you are not interested in is not a good place to be. Fifa was the rest of my day and night. On Thursday I had a practical exam in Anatomy. Again, I'd put in the work and was quietly confident. However, this exam was marked then and there, just me and an examiner. The pressure really is on, and one slip up could cost you a lot. You only have a short time (15 minutes) to do this exam (making up 20% of the module grade) so nerves come into play a lot. I got my mark back on Friday for it, and I got 90%. Hell yeah!
On the Thursday, to celebrate the end of exams, I went over to my friends for a couple of beers and maybe some Fifa or a couple films. Instead, I once more got talked into going out, this time to Batchwood... a club I shall never be going back to. It was genuinely horrible. A bad crowd of people (apart from those I went with and knew from my course), the kind of people who go out looking for trouble; 20 minutes waiting at the bar to get a beer, a further 20 minutes waiting for a Jager bomb that was the stingiest serving I'd ever had, a dance floor to small to dance, and just a general bad night. I was glad to leave, and even happier to see my bed. This joy was short lived, as I couldn't sleep, so I had another beer and watched Ted. Next thing I knew it was 6 o clock, and I had a lecture at 9. No point sleeping... what is life?
That's all for now folks... now I can go back to spontaneous evenings out and generally just enjoying myself! It's good to not have any pressure on me again, and I have a feeling this year will only continue to get better!
Oh yeah!!! I have my girlfriend at uni again in March, so no doubt I'll be happier than anyone else for that period of time, and me and course friends have put the deposit down on a house for next year. Oh god what on earth will happen in that house.
CK
I have the attention span of a tea spoon, and the general intelligence of the tea bag that goes into the mug... so exam time for me, rather stressful! I have to work and work and work like a trojan just to revise, and jesus, the number of distractions are unparalleled.
My PETP exam was piss realistically. I knew my stuff, and enjoyed the module. Anything less than a first and I'll be disappointed. There were only two questions on the paper I didn't really know, and I feel pretty good about it! My next exam was a day after, and it was the biggest load of bollocks any man has ever witnessed. "Study and Research methods" - basically the uni's way of saying "You do sport. You must be illiterate. Here, let us teach you how to write, how to read, how to reference... and oh yes Charlie! You get confused by numbers, let's include lots and lots of those for you!". Thinking that my 86.75% in the coursework (50% of the module), I assumed I had already got my 40% needed to pass, so I MAY have not looked at anything regarding the subject. The day before the exam, it surfaces that I need a pass in both coursework and exam. Fantastic. I had to pull an all-nighter, and tried to learn the entire module in one evening. After I sat the exam I believe I can say "yep... managed that"... I probably don't have a first, but a 2.1 wouldn't be too unrealistic. That was my last exam for the week soooo I went to my friends flat for a couple of beers before I planned on catching up on sleep. When I arrive, drinking occurs.. then heavier drinking... then before you know it.. I'm slowly walking back from the Forum (night club) with a couple of mates at 3am. Smooth move captain dipshit. However, one heart warming moment occurred that night. Me and a friend were sitting in his kitchen after having the usual philosophical debates started. We got onto how I'm lucky to have my girlfriend. I asked him "Why on earth do you think she's with me?" to which he swiftly replied, "with you you're always having fun. You could come home from a shit day and just be greeted by your ever-present smile, and just some weird bubbly energetic happy person." Those weren't his exact words of course, but you get the picture. That made me feel amazing, and I was struck for words. All I managed to say was "cheers buddy" and grinned stupidly. #LoveYouMan
The Friday of that week was my friends birthday, and he kindly gave me a ticket for the Forum. I felt like going hyper, and with my body's response to sugar... well, that wouldn't require much effort :p... A few sugary drinks later and I was running laps of the building. Charging into everyone's kitchens, jumping over things and I was physically incapable of standing still. I also was drinking sufficient amounts of alcohol, and to my knowledge left a fair few phone messages, speaking like a man jacked up on coffee, sugar, speed and ecstasy. I had a great night, feeling like sprinting until I collapsed.
Monday meant Physiology, and I was quietly confident. I had put in the work, and had basically done all I could do. Oh my, I couldn't have been more wrong! It was awful awful awful. I had to take a blind stab at a good third of the paper, and guess to a lesser degree to another third. the realisation that you've wasted many many hours pointlessly reading crap you are not interested in is not a good place to be. Fifa was the rest of my day and night. On Thursday I had a practical exam in Anatomy. Again, I'd put in the work and was quietly confident. However, this exam was marked then and there, just me and an examiner. The pressure really is on, and one slip up could cost you a lot. You only have a short time (15 minutes) to do this exam (making up 20% of the module grade) so nerves come into play a lot. I got my mark back on Friday for it, and I got 90%. Hell yeah!
On the Thursday, to celebrate the end of exams, I went over to my friends for a couple of beers and maybe some Fifa or a couple films. Instead, I once more got talked into going out, this time to Batchwood... a club I shall never be going back to. It was genuinely horrible. A bad crowd of people (apart from those I went with and knew from my course), the kind of people who go out looking for trouble; 20 minutes waiting at the bar to get a beer, a further 20 minutes waiting for a Jager bomb that was the stingiest serving I'd ever had, a dance floor to small to dance, and just a general bad night. I was glad to leave, and even happier to see my bed. This joy was short lived, as I couldn't sleep, so I had another beer and watched Ted. Next thing I knew it was 6 o clock, and I had a lecture at 9. No point sleeping... what is life?
That's all for now folks... now I can go back to spontaneous evenings out and generally just enjoying myself! It's good to not have any pressure on me again, and I have a feeling this year will only continue to get better!
Oh yeah!!! I have my girlfriend at uni again in March, so no doubt I'll be happier than anyone else for that period of time, and me and course friends have put the deposit down on a house for next year. Oh god what on earth will happen in that house.
CK
Tuesday, 18 December 2012
It's been a while
I haven't posted for a little while now.. primarily due to exams and the fact that my laptop decided to break without warning. Soon I shall do a proper update, but for now, just a few sparks of genius.
I'm still at university... my exams went fairly well, and I've had the best time of my life (nearly) whilst being here. Met so many people, done so many things yatta yatta etc etc etc. I decided to stay a little while longer to be a good boyfriend, and save my girlfriend having to do an awfully long trip twice in one day for her course interview... which I might add... she nailed! This time next year, she could be occupying this very room *spoookyy*. I had a thought the other day, of leaving an envelope when I have to vacate the room for summer. Its next occupant would then open this envelope, to find a welcome letter, with tips about the uni, best places to go, drinking games... and warnings.. such as the strange fact that this flat in particular seems to be the "break in flat". Another reason to stay here is because there are certain topics on my course, such as neurophysiology and any of Fangs'/Monicas' lectures, that I do not understand in the slightest... soooo I decided to stay here to compile notes from the library books. This plan was not very well thought through, as so far, all I've done is complete nearly a full season of fifa, and renewed my book loans. Fail.
In other news, I ended up taking a kids party, with no equipment, little speakers and a LOT of kids. Somehow I managed to do very well, and even got this compliment from a parent; "Hi Helen (birthday girls mums name) thanks so much again for inviting Ruby we have just dropped her off at nan and grandads and she is non stop talking about what a great time she had at the party. Your Nephew was fantastic - it's a challenge to entertain one child for 10 mins let alone 30+ for 2 and a half hours but he pulled it off with such ease and had the children (and parents!) doing as he asked lol! I will be getting his number and spreading the word!" Didn't think that was too bad considering I had one evening to prepare, hadn't done any parties for a while (let alone by myself and without equipment), and I only did it to help out my Aunt (Helen) - who desired a crazy amount of entertaining time!
So yeah, that's pretty much it.. struggling to find christmas presents and the motivation to revise. Looking forwards to new years... and very proud of Amy for sticking at it and getting her more than deserved university place.
I'm still at university... my exams went fairly well, and I've had the best time of my life (nearly) whilst being here. Met so many people, done so many things yatta yatta etc etc etc. I decided to stay a little while longer to be a good boyfriend, and save my girlfriend having to do an awfully long trip twice in one day for her course interview... which I might add... she nailed! This time next year, she could be occupying this very room *spoookyy*. I had a thought the other day, of leaving an envelope when I have to vacate the room for summer. Its next occupant would then open this envelope, to find a welcome letter, with tips about the uni, best places to go, drinking games... and warnings.. such as the strange fact that this flat in particular seems to be the "break in flat". Another reason to stay here is because there are certain topics on my course, such as neurophysiology and any of Fangs'/Monicas' lectures, that I do not understand in the slightest... soooo I decided to stay here to compile notes from the library books. This plan was not very well thought through, as so far, all I've done is complete nearly a full season of fifa, and renewed my book loans. Fail.
In other news, I ended up taking a kids party, with no equipment, little speakers and a LOT of kids. Somehow I managed to do very well, and even got this compliment from a parent; "Hi Helen (birthday girls mums name) thanks so much again for inviting Ruby we have just dropped her off at nan and grandads and she is non stop talking about what a great time she had at the party. Your Nephew was fantastic - it's a challenge to entertain one child for 10 mins let alone 30+ for 2 and a half hours but he pulled it off with such ease and had the children (and parents!) doing as he asked lol! I will be getting his number and spreading the word!" Didn't think that was too bad considering I had one evening to prepare, hadn't done any parties for a while (let alone by myself and without equipment), and I only did it to help out my Aunt (Helen) - who desired a crazy amount of entertaining time!
So yeah, that's pretty much it.. struggling to find christmas presents and the motivation to revise. Looking forwards to new years... and very proud of Amy for sticking at it and getting her more than deserved university place.
Friday, 30 November 2012
Birthday anticipations!
So, Saturday the 1st is just a days away. I will be turning 19, and I am very much excited about the coming year, as well as feeling very happy about the year I've just had.
During my 19th year on this incredibly confusing planet, I've gone through serious family traumas, leading to me giving up my bed some nights for others; difficult situations in my own life, reached my peak physical fitness, lost my peak physical fitness in spectacular fashion; made some great friends, lost some great friends; lived some incredible new experiences and enjoyed past experiences again. I've worked hard in academic life, and worked just as hard outside of it in fantastic jobs with fantastic people.
The stress for this year isn't quite over, I still have to host a birthday party for my 5 year old cousin, where my Aunt wants me to do 2 hours of entertainment! I still have exams before the calendar year ends, let alone the exams I have in January, and I still have that daunting thought of more doctor trips, meaning more time out of action. Still, what can you do!
This weekend should be incredible :). Off to Frankie & Benny's with the new university crew, consisting of people from Coales Hall and my course. After a delightful meal (living like Kings for a couple of hours) it's back to our flats to get ready, followed by pre drinks and then off to the Forum (my universities club) for, a fair to say, messy night. The best part of the night, no doubt, will be when we are all a little smashed, merrily prancing around the dance floor (I'll be doing my patented Dolphin jumps), when all of a sudden... the entire club will roar, as Gareth Gates takes to the stage. Yes, the banter will be magnificent ;).
During my 19th year on this incredibly confusing planet, I've gone through serious family traumas, leading to me giving up my bed some nights for others; difficult situations in my own life, reached my peak physical fitness, lost my peak physical fitness in spectacular fashion; made some great friends, lost some great friends; lived some incredible new experiences and enjoyed past experiences again. I've worked hard in academic life, and worked just as hard outside of it in fantastic jobs with fantastic people.
The stress for this year isn't quite over, I still have to host a birthday party for my 5 year old cousin, where my Aunt wants me to do 2 hours of entertainment! I still have exams before the calendar year ends, let alone the exams I have in January, and I still have that daunting thought of more doctor trips, meaning more time out of action. Still, what can you do!
This weekend should be incredible :). Off to Frankie & Benny's with the new university crew, consisting of people from Coales Hall and my course. After a delightful meal (living like Kings for a couple of hours) it's back to our flats to get ready, followed by pre drinks and then off to the Forum (my universities club) for, a fair to say, messy night. The best part of the night, no doubt, will be when we are all a little smashed, merrily prancing around the dance floor (I'll be doing my patented Dolphin jumps), when all of a sudden... the entire club will roar, as Gareth Gates takes to the stage. Yes, the banter will be magnificent ;).
None of this, however, could come close to comparing the best part of this weekend. Later tonight, my girlfriend will be arriving to come and visit me for the weekend. Perfect. (apologies for the soppy content) The thought of being able to wake up next to her tomorrow morning is the best birthday present I can think of, and I am more than grateful that she's decided to visit. Currently, she's stressing about the delays and weather, and all I can think about is getting to spend the weekend with her! I feel like a kid on Christmas eve today, and realistically the only presents I'm going to get are bruises from birthday beats, alongside my drinks paid for by my friends. Even so, I could not be more excited! See you later Amy :).
In other news, I've taken procrastination to a new level, by spending nearly 3 hours yesterday watching videos of sloths, goats and cats on YouTube. It's not my fault that they all provide delightful entertainment! I'm sorry education, but that will certainly happen many more times. My brain is fried from all of my statistical and mathematical lectures this week, so I think a nice relaxing afternoon is in store. Oh yeah! A few of my class mates have started looking for accommodation for next year with me, and we've found a nice 5 bedroom place just outside the university. Not bad.
Here's to the weekend.
CK
Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Iron man training day 0; 80% sure I'm going to have to drop out.
I could not contain my excitement at the prospect of the Iron Man Triathlon study, run by my favourite lecturer, Justin. I've always been the kind of person that likes a challenge, I mean, I've been competing in numerous sports since I was 6.... 6! It all started with gymnastics, a slight form of ADD and a higher responsiveness to sugar (that the doctors said would pass by age 10, yet here I am on a constant sugar high all day every day), led my mother to ship me off to gymnastics, initially just to let me "wear myself out". Two years down the line, and I was competing for the country. Only in UK competitions, but still, to think I represented my country... it's always been a bragging point. Anyway, I'm being side tracked by my own train of thought.
Next came swimming, then athletics, then I found my new love, tennis. Being short, short-tempered, and (from gymnastics) having this relentless mental and physical toughness, put me in a strange position. I wasn't, and never have been, the best of players, but I've always managed to get the job done. It's not like I can't win free points off of the serve, hit through the court off both wings, come forwards etc... but generally, my go to play has always been percentage groundstrokes, with a bit of pace, cross-court over and over and over until my opponent has nothing left in his legs. I can run all day if I have to, and everyone I play knows it from the first point.
In a lecture, Justin states his plans of a mass study. He wants to take physically active people, but not those who compete in long distance events, and provide a training program - designed to get us ready to participate in next years Barcelona Iron Man Triathlon. Buzzing would not quite cover my excitement. Maybe I'm one of the odd few for this, but the thought of a 2.5 mile swim, a 112 mile cycle and a marathon, all in a 15 hour window, releases adrenalin like no tomorrow. I already know I'm mentally tough enough. That's what the torturous training of gymnastics does for you, as does tennis. Nothing can beat you, you simply won't stop. I'm a pretty good swimmer, but growth plate injuries and ongoing trouble in my knees and back have prevented me from being a top runner or cyclist. I don't have the muscle fibers or lung capacity to be a top performer in any of the 3, but I know I am fit enough to take part, and fit enough to finish in time. I looked at the first training program, a 3 month block of high volume, low intensity exercise. I can deal with that, not quite the dynamic, explosive interval performance I know and love, but I can handle the program... or can I?
I've always been injury prone since the gym days, and my sports choices haven't aided this. Over the last 2 years, I've competed in less than 15 singles matches, and less than 10 doubles matches. The reason? Injury. It's a barbaric thought to me, being side-lined. Not being able to run and burn off steam. The way my body responds to sugar, is like... perpetual motion, or like a wind up toy. I never stop, I can't stop! When I'm forced to stop, the pressure just builds, and builds. The screws get tighter and tighter and I just need to release! I think that's the reason why I didn't get three A's at A-level. Back injections among other things left me incapacitated for over 2 months, leaving me unable to jog up the stairs for three weeks. That was hell, and it was so close to exams. Imagine you've given a 5 year old a fridge full of sugar, whilst proceeding to try and get them to sit and read a book. It's not happening. I was the same, I couldn't focus, I couldn't release. I was grouchy. I was despondent. Three A's, that was my predicted outcome at college. I scraped three B's. Even by exam time I still wasn't fully fit. I don't think my leg stopped shaking in my Politics exam, just the sound of the continuous scratching of pencils was sending my mind into a hibernating cocoon. But... I digress.
I need the injections again, along with some other things. The supposed date, November.... didn't happen. Then, right next to exams, NOOO!!!! Now, it's looking more like right on the eve of my training start date. I can't commit, I don't know how long it will take to heal. The atrophy I'll suffer as a result of being (for me) in a vegetative state for up to two months, will be unrecoverable in time. I can't afford to pay the entrance fee and buy a bike if I'm not 100% sure I'll be able to train and commit fully. The thoughts of these recurring troubles is leaving me restless, and I'm suffering in class through it already. Revision? HA! Forget about it! Still, a 1sts on my assignment cheered me up a little.
CK
Next came swimming, then athletics, then I found my new love, tennis. Being short, short-tempered, and (from gymnastics) having this relentless mental and physical toughness, put me in a strange position. I wasn't, and never have been, the best of players, but I've always managed to get the job done. It's not like I can't win free points off of the serve, hit through the court off both wings, come forwards etc... but generally, my go to play has always been percentage groundstrokes, with a bit of pace, cross-court over and over and over until my opponent has nothing left in his legs. I can run all day if I have to, and everyone I play knows it from the first point.
In a lecture, Justin states his plans of a mass study. He wants to take physically active people, but not those who compete in long distance events, and provide a training program - designed to get us ready to participate in next years Barcelona Iron Man Triathlon. Buzzing would not quite cover my excitement. Maybe I'm one of the odd few for this, but the thought of a 2.5 mile swim, a 112 mile cycle and a marathon, all in a 15 hour window, releases adrenalin like no tomorrow. I already know I'm mentally tough enough. That's what the torturous training of gymnastics does for you, as does tennis. Nothing can beat you, you simply won't stop. I'm a pretty good swimmer, but growth plate injuries and ongoing trouble in my knees and back have prevented me from being a top runner or cyclist. I don't have the muscle fibers or lung capacity to be a top performer in any of the 3, but I know I am fit enough to take part, and fit enough to finish in time. I looked at the first training program, a 3 month block of high volume, low intensity exercise. I can deal with that, not quite the dynamic, explosive interval performance I know and love, but I can handle the program... or can I?
I've always been injury prone since the gym days, and my sports choices haven't aided this. Over the last 2 years, I've competed in less than 15 singles matches, and less than 10 doubles matches. The reason? Injury. It's a barbaric thought to me, being side-lined. Not being able to run and burn off steam. The way my body responds to sugar, is like... perpetual motion, or like a wind up toy. I never stop, I can't stop! When I'm forced to stop, the pressure just builds, and builds. The screws get tighter and tighter and I just need to release! I think that's the reason why I didn't get three A's at A-level. Back injections among other things left me incapacitated for over 2 months, leaving me unable to jog up the stairs for three weeks. That was hell, and it was so close to exams. Imagine you've given a 5 year old a fridge full of sugar, whilst proceeding to try and get them to sit and read a book. It's not happening. I was the same, I couldn't focus, I couldn't release. I was grouchy. I was despondent. Three A's, that was my predicted outcome at college. I scraped three B's. Even by exam time I still wasn't fully fit. I don't think my leg stopped shaking in my Politics exam, just the sound of the continuous scratching of pencils was sending my mind into a hibernating cocoon. But... I digress.
I need the injections again, along with some other things. The supposed date, November.... didn't happen. Then, right next to exams, NOOO!!!! Now, it's looking more like right on the eve of my training start date. I can't commit, I don't know how long it will take to heal. The atrophy I'll suffer as a result of being (for me) in a vegetative state for up to two months, will be unrecoverable in time. I can't afford to pay the entrance fee and buy a bike if I'm not 100% sure I'll be able to train and commit fully. The thoughts of these recurring troubles is leaving me restless, and I'm suffering in class through it already. Revision? HA! Forget about it! Still, a 1sts on my assignment cheered me up a little.
CK
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