Remember, remember the fifth of November!

Gosh, it feels like a war zone outside … poor animals and children.
I’m off to watch Xfactor now. Poor me.

Oh, the joys of being home alone for a few days (without work or school): getting up whenever you want, watching TV as much as you want, walking naked around the house, eating whatever you want … Ha! But there’s a catch. Usually I was left alone with a fridge full of (healthy) food to cook, and then despite all that food I always had terrible cravings for junk food, sweeties and chocolate. Well, this time fridge was literally empty and I decided to be a good girl, I went to a store and bought some food which actually needs cooking (I managed to stay away from all sweets and chocolate! well that is, if you don’t count custard doughnuts:) but they were reduced) I was shocked by the receipt and how much I had to pay! I mean, seriously! Next time, I’ll rather buy maltesers instead of chicken and walkers crisps instead of blueberries! My gosh, what happened to supporting healthy eating?!

Sometimes I get these strange frights about being incurably ill and not knowing about it. I mean, what if I’m just walking around thinking ‘Oh, I can do this tomorrow’ or ‘Can’t wait for the next year when this and this happens’ and there actually is no tomorrow or next week or month let alone next year for me. In those moments I swear to myself I will only keep important people in my life that I know are true friends and start doing things I’d love to do but am afraid of doing.
Yeah, right … Next day everything’s the same. I still plan for ‘tomorrow’ (plans with friends usually turn from next year to next five years), I still talk about stuff I like or want to do (instead of actually be doing them), I still don’t talk to guys I like, I still waste my time on facebook, I still dream how I will change someday.
Until that moment of fright comes again.