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08 March 2010 @ 02:26 am
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13 February 2010 @ 03:47 pm

OR at least my stamina.

She tried to get me to run just over 3 miles, on my first attempt.
In the freezing cold and wind.

I've spent the last week or more either wrapped in a quilt or in my nans living room with a fucking fire on.
I don't think I even moved that much, other than getting up to make tea, or switch between my bed and a chair.

Add in the fact that I woke up 5pm yesterday, and it does not bode well.

I think I managed about 2 minutes before the cold made my throat and lungs burn and I couldn't run any more. One of my hips starting aching like an old woman in the cold, and my ears got frostbite. I couldn't feel my nose, or my hands and my thighs were frozen too.

Fuck getting a stitch or "feeling the burn".

I walked the last 40 minutes worth.

Even my supposedly quality running shoes made one of my ankles bleed.

I do not cope well with pain.

She tried to make me leave my blackberry at home too.
As if I'd go anywhere without some form of technology.

& I'm supposed to be doing it all over again tomorrow.
Not the same route though, thank god.
She made me go through streets, where people I know live.

We were honked at twice, but as I wasn't wearing my glasses, I have absolutely no fucking idea who did it, or if I even knew them at all anyway.

Tomorrow is the memorial park though, which should be slightly better. I think I'm going to wear a hat and a scarf, and rob someone else's gloves, because I don't own any with fingers any more.

She reckons we'll go round the whole park twice.

I reckon I might make it once, if she's very lucky.
Tasha. -
18 January 2010 @ 03:00 am
I don't really use this as a journal or diary or whatever, but I just need to rant I suppose.

Lately, I just can't find anything to look forward to or feel good about when I really start to think. If I'm not trying to think of anything in particular, I'm perfectly fine, but as soon as I do I just don't see the point in being alive. Oh god I sound so... eurgh. but I have no aspirations, nothing I'd especially like to be or do. No goals or things I want or feel the need to achieve, no dreams that can be realistically met. I have no motivation to do anything, and only continue to do work etc. because its easier than quitting, going through the arguments that are sure to happen when I don't.
Current Mood: blahblah
Current Music: Lady Gaga - Paparazzi
Tasha. -
14 October 2009 @ 10:04 pm

Even though she's pretty much an evil genius. I mean DAMN that ending? Evil. Seriously.


Vamps in Chicago!

You'd think headlines like that would have provoked the fine citizens of the Windy City to take up arms against us bloodsucking fiends. Instead, ten months later, we're enjoying a celebrity status reserved for the Hollywood elite—fending off paparazzi only slightly less dangerous than cross and stake-wielding slayers. Don't get me wrong, Joe Public isn't exactly thrilled to be living side-by-side with the undead, but at least they haven't stormed the castle yet.

But all that will change once they learn about the Raves—mass feeding parties where vampires round up humans like cattle and drink themselves silly. Most civilized vampires frown on this behavior, putting mere mortals at ease with their policy of asking a person's consent before taking a big gulp of the red stuff. However, that doesn't make good copy for a first time reporter looking to impress his high society family.

So now my "master," the centuries old, yet gorgeously well-preserved Ethan Sullivan, wants me to reconnect with my own upper class family and act as liaison between humans and vampires—and keep the more unsavory aspects of our existence out of the media. But someone doesn't want people and vamps to play nicey-nice—someone with an ancient grudge.


I absolutely loved it.

The tension was just... wow.

I seriously need the next one.
Current Mood: calmcalm
Current Music: Whatever the background music on Hex is.
Tasha. -
17 September 2009 @ 01:13 pm
Fourth day of college (third if you only count the days I'm in), and I already hate it.

I'm on my own like all the time. People are always talking to me, offering to hang round with me at lunch, but where the fuck are they? Fucking walking off into town, blanking me, and being generally jerkish.

I'm fed up already. Seriously.