I feel pretty gross. I thought it was sickness or migraine or hangover by proxy from the sorry state of my household right now (I’m poor, I’m just finished with university, I’m not really entirely interested in partying any more – fast forward to the image of me sitting in bed watching art documentaries whilst the rest of my family are out with the sole intention of getting drunk). I think it’s instead a body shock from my change in diet: in Brighton I’m practically vegetarian, eat well over my 5-a-day, don’t snack, drink loads of water, get 8 hours of sleep a night. Here I eat what I’m presented with, and yesterday it was two takeaways (my parents are divorced – if they both choose the same Saturday to treat me I am in no place to argue). I don’t have a great sleep pattern now, I have an abundance* of snacky junky food + hours of boredom, my mum doesn’t buy fruit unless on my request (I know, I know – and yesterday she was proclaiming her shock at the diet of those in the US). Bleh, I shouldn’t moan because it’s a lifesaver to be able to live here for free right now and I love my family endlessly, but wow I feel a hundred times weaker than I did a month ago.
On Wednesday I graduate. I’m quite underwhelmed by the whole experience. It’s sad that my parents couldn’t come for a variety of reasons (one of them being my insistence on going to university 150 miles away from home) and it was a surprisingly expensive event and to be totally honest, I’m not really a very ‘pomp & circumstance’ person. I hope the ceremony and the ball and the alleged emotion of it all will hit me when I’m there and take my breath away and prove me wrong. I really hope this.
* The word ‘abundance’ always reminds me of The Impossible Quiz and a cartoon image of a muffin with a ballerina’s legs. A-bun-dance.
The Impossible Quiz! I remember that! Wonder how many hours we all sunk into it…
My sugar intake has SKY-rocketed since I’ve worked for Americans. I do sometimes feel disgusting about it but then I go and eat a cinnamon roll or something.