4:45 a.m. - 2006-10-08
Further Ups And Downs
All,
Second post in as many hours - just HOW good to you am I?
Well last night was the Great Washing-Up Spree. It took me an hour to scrub every plate, cup, pot and general receptical in the house clean of whatever has been eaten in a week. My Potential In-Laws (yes, I got scared when I heard that the first time too) used to keep trying to give us more stuff, but I gently pointed out that we do NOT have enough space for anything else without just shoving it under the bed. This might sound harsh given their level of generosity (and I always feel horrible refusing things when they're so nice to us), however three different sorts of wine glasses we simply DO NOT NEED. Particularly given that we don't drink wine. In any case I'm remarkably glad I didn't accept them right now because The Boy has an idea of washing up that involves waiting until everything in our cupboard is used, congealed and/or reeking, then putting the whole lot in the sink and running water on them. He then returns to the computer and bellows "THEY'RE SOAKING!". The last time I left him to it things "soaked" for a week, so now I just shoo him out the kitchen until I've washed everything then demand he dry it.
/rant
I intended to spend last night cleaning then a bit of time prettifying myself, but as evidenced by the above drivel I didn't HAVE that time because I spent almost the entire evening cleaning and was too tired by the end of it all to bother with the latter. I'm slightly worried by tonights modelling events (see last post for details) because although I've lost weight since I first came to Denmark being a ninja does not make you terribly good looking. I have burns, sword cuts, mosquito bites, scrapes, and more bruises than I've had in my entire life. I've also lost a couple of piercings and nearly lost an eye, as well as sprained or torn muscles. For good measure I regularly get twisted, thrown, kicked, poked, slashed at, and recently was thrown into a nettle patch for a lesson. I enjoy every second of it but it doesn't make for prettiness.
My final prettification problem of this unbelievably whiney entry is that as a result of what I do I keep poisonous plants. Lots of them. In my apartment I live in the loft, and while I have access to the garden behind the block it isn't mine, and in Denmark I don't have any gardening tools...and certainly can't afford them. The lawn is a weedy wonder, the bins are full of flies, and everything else is just overgrown or dead. So sod the whole thing. I am NOT devoting the hours of my life I could spend training to managing a patch of garden that wouldn't respond to anything less than a combine harvester. Anyway, the poisonous plants are all indoors, and whilst fun (oh, and there's a venus flytrap, a gardenia and a chilli just for the cuteness factor) do fairly terrible things to me. A combination of brushing past them, the mosquito bites and getting tossed into nettles have left me with patches of blisters and dry skin that I have to contend with in order to look like a human being tonight.
*siiiiiiigh* It's a ninja life.
Me
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