Panda Eyes
My hair is gradually falling out (I say gradually; in clumps on the pillow, and wisps caught in the brush), and I have dark circles under my eyes. I am warning The Boyfriend – there is the slight chance he will end up with a bald panda girlfriend. He says he doesn’t care, which is more than a little relieving. Just like that time…
These may be the side effects of being vegetarian. Funnily enough, the Quorn and tofu packages don’t have a list of side-effects, something they are distinctly lacking in, as well as taste.
Another explanation for this radical new look is the lack of sleep, and perhaps stress. This half-term holiday, I have not managed to sleep before midnight. Sleeping in holidays seems to me a huge waste of freedom, so every hour is used in a useful way; either being a social butterfly, blogging, or revising; definitely not sleeping.
Stress is a funny thing. People tell me I should be stressed, or that I look stressed, but I have to say, regarding the exams I am still cool, calm and collected. Monday will be the start of any real stress - panicking in the maths exam because I’ve left my compass in the bottom drawer of my desk at home, or because my sharpener doesn’t sharpen.
What is stress, anyway? Is it looking pale and panda-esque? In which case everyone would be right; I am stressed. Or is it putting sellotape in the fridge, keys in the bin or even seeing zebras in the kitchen? I thought you’d all like to know I haven’t progressed that far yet.
These may be the side effects of being vegetarian. Funnily enough, the Quorn and tofu packages don’t have a list of side-effects, something they are distinctly lacking in, as well as taste.
Another explanation for this radical new look is the lack of sleep, and perhaps stress. This half-term holiday, I have not managed to sleep before midnight. Sleeping in holidays seems to me a huge waste of freedom, so every hour is used in a useful way; either being a social butterfly, blogging, or revising; definitely not sleeping.
Stress is a funny thing. People tell me I should be stressed, or that I look stressed, but I have to say, regarding the exams I am still cool, calm and collected. Monday will be the start of any real stress - panicking in the maths exam because I’ve left my compass in the bottom drawer of my desk at home, or because my sharpener doesn’t sharpen.
What is stress, anyway? Is it looking pale and panda-esque? In which case everyone would be right; I am stressed. Or is it putting sellotape in the fridge, keys in the bin or even seeing zebras in the kitchen? I thought you’d all like to know I haven’t progressed that far yet.
kiwiqueen - 1. Jun, 12:11