Ah life. Where would we be without it hey? (Don't answer that...)!
Still feel like I haven't settled down into a routine at the new digs yet, except to say I am coming home to the mountains totally exhausted and in need of massive amounts of sleep. Not quite sure why....!!
The course I am doing has finally started properly and is so much more interesting that I first thought. In fact, I love the idea of it. Love it. However, being a true procrastinator and prolific reader, I cart my school work around with me, only to totally ignore it and finish a book on a totally unrelated subject cover to cover in a night. Which isn't going to get me a Graduate Diploma. I have to keep out of the bookshops, but that's like saying I will stay stop buying frocks from Cue. Last week I read "Breakfast at Tiffany's" on Saturday and "A Perfect Stranger" on Sunday. I know this is not helping my study but my curiosity got the better of me. I have to find out "what happens". Which is a bit like how I approach life. I want to know the end before it has started pretty much. I want to know all the details of how it will end up. That's not to say I don't enjoy the journey, but I need to know where I am going. I think that can frustrate my friends and family. A bit too outcomes focused maybe?
Anyway I am sort of loving the new life but sort of not. It is hard to explain. Last week was full on with being out almost every night, and being out almost always involves eating and drinking, and of course, one of the key reasons for getting the apartment was to spend the saved travel time getting fit (as well as studying). But this week I've only done three workouts which is kinda shite given the time I have on my hands. So next week needs to be more balanced. The "honeymoon" is over!!! I will admit that the PT session are fantastic and last week my legs were so sore after jumping up and down off a box, I could hardly drag calves up that hill. But there is no denying it, I have put on a kilo since moving in and that is a BAD SIGN! The good thing is that I can finally go out with my friends from work, and so Thursday went to half price cocktails with a guy from work and his friend - well I think I have made a great new friend, she is just like me, as Lachlan described it "you are both brunettes with big arses who like Cue Frocks". Charming, but true. We got on like a house on fire. She's been in Sydney for six months having lived in Canberra previously, so we have made a pact to discover more of Sydney together. Lots to fit in, and here I am sitting on my arse, not studying, not running, and not even buying Cue Frocks (which are now on line, oh, the temptation....). Later.
Still feel like I haven't settled down into a routine at the new digs yet, except to say I am coming home to the mountains totally exhausted and in need of massive amounts of sleep. Not quite sure why....!!
The course I am doing has finally started properly and is so much more interesting that I first thought. In fact, I love the idea of it. Love it. However, being a true procrastinator and prolific reader, I cart my school work around with me, only to totally ignore it and finish a book on a totally unrelated subject cover to cover in a night. Which isn't going to get me a Graduate Diploma. I have to keep out of the bookshops, but that's like saying I will stay stop buying frocks from Cue. Last week I read "Breakfast at Tiffany's" on Saturday and "A Perfect Stranger" on Sunday. I know this is not helping my study but my curiosity got the better of me. I have to find out "what happens". Which is a bit like how I approach life. I want to know the end before it has started pretty much. I want to know all the details of how it will end up. That's not to say I don't enjoy the journey, but I need to know where I am going. I think that can frustrate my friends and family. A bit too outcomes focused maybe?
Anyway I am sort of loving the new life but sort of not. It is hard to explain. Last week was full on with being out almost every night, and being out almost always involves eating and drinking, and of course, one of the key reasons for getting the apartment was to spend the saved travel time getting fit (as well as studying). But this week I've only done three workouts which is kinda shite given the time I have on my hands. So next week needs to be more balanced. The "honeymoon" is over!!! I will admit that the PT session are fantastic and last week my legs were so sore after jumping up and down off a box, I could hardly drag calves up that hill. But there is no denying it, I have put on a kilo since moving in and that is a BAD SIGN! The good thing is that I can finally go out with my friends from work, and so Thursday went to half price cocktails with a guy from work and his friend - well I think I have made a great new friend, she is just like me, as Lachlan described it "you are both brunettes with big arses who like Cue Frocks". Charming, but true. We got on like a house on fire. She's been in Sydney for six months having lived in Canberra previously, so we have made a pact to discover more of Sydney together. Lots to fit in, and here I am sitting on my arse, not studying, not running, and not even buying Cue Frocks (which are now on line, oh, the temptation....). Later.
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