Just over a week until I get my exam results in, not looking forward to them. I know that I’ve almost certainly failed one subject entirely, and didn’t get enough sleep before two more, so it’s only one subject I think I’ll have gotten decent marks in. Having said that, even if I was likely to get four straight As, I wouldn’t know what the fuck to do with them. I’m going to see about trying to get back onto the course for a second year, probably left it too late though. It’s a cunt to hear people my age with trades behind them, or talking about honours dissertations, and I’m worrying about shit they haven’t thought about since they were 17.
The run at the end of august is looming up into view as well. I’ve been going a run in the woods with my dog like some sort of retard Rambo with a pair of boots on as that’s all I had. Getting a cheap pair of trainers so I can do some road running instead. God bless JSA. Going to pick it up to running most days of the week, I’ve got the free time so there’s not much excuse for me not to concentrate on it. Running alone can be a bit of a bastard, but that’s what dog’s are for. Cutting until after the run as well, just trying to shift as much beef as I can, then start proper weightwork afterwards. It’s sad, looking forward to buying a pair of trainers, though mainly it’s because they won’t kill my feet as much as riggers do. I could live like a hobbit thanks to my now bullet-proof feet.
Was meant to be seeing the final Harry Potter film tonight with the family, kind of a tradition as the five of us have went to see every other one together. As has become the way though a big fight broke out, and that’s not happening anymore. Stupid shit that just balloons for no reason. Well, another night trawling for work and rotting my brain with How I Met Your Mother in the background. You can tell it’s a shit night when you’re having to resort to your hangover TV shows.
On the plus side, today Scotland was officially hotter than LA. Everyone was acting like skin cancer was going out of style.
A Reminder Of Fatness 
it has been fecking humid lately,fan on your bullocks humid.
That it has, which is the worst. A dry heat isn’t too bad, but humidity just seems to cover every inch of you and won’t let you sleep. Thankfully there’s been a decent amount of rain which has cooled thing down a bit.