On the road again

You know what i'd hate?
A boring life.
Right now i'm absolutly knackered, uncomfortably dehydrated and unsurprisingly in all kinds of unusual pain (is there ever going to be a post of mine that doesnt describe the new and painful things that my body is doing? i sincerly doubt it) but at least i'm entertained.
The last few days have been hectic.
Thursday was the deadline for our projects proposals and deadlines being as fun as always this was cause for a FOURTEEN HOUR LONG WORK SESH. at least i had joana to keep me company. and she spent that long with me without kicking me in the crotch, how delightfully pleasent.
Crawling out of my room on Friday i see it's cloudy and grey (coat on, in to town) but the time i reach town it's gotten so humid, im sweating like a tiny nun in a penguin shooting gallery. major endurance test by dehydration there, but +1 bow and arrow.
Then we had a picnic for Sanna and Hayley's Birthdays! hurrah! no one really dressed up for the fairytale theme, but, i had my bow and arrow and very homemade robin hood hat so at least i looked cool, despite the continuing humidity. naturally we go out in brisol after and end up in la rocca again (yay, coz it's my favourate place - bon jovi? yes please, thank you very much) but getting back late the next morning after games and walking and drinking and picnicing and dancing really tested endurance.
Of course what better time to move my stuff home than the next morning? so after four hours sleep im up for a 9:30 pick up. :( "it hurts." "what hurts?" "legs, arms, neck, back, front, feet." then the usual lack of sympathy from my parentals. "hurumpf."
Then by the afternoon having kipped on the sofa all afternoon to regain some strength, some of the crew decide to go see Pirates of the Caribbean. hmm, i'm in pain, am very sleepy and have seen it twice already... but i do love pirate movies. After watching that i came home to watch the Doctor Who i recorded. and it scared the jeepers outta me. statues that are monsters and that can only get you if you're not looking at them. i stopped blinking or moving my head. being barely strong enough to pull my covers right up to my nose i still managed to peek out my eyes to stop the weeping angels from gettin in. i watched the OC after and was scared when they opened doors suddenly or walked past windows coz the angels could get them.
but i passed out eventually.
then warwick uni to see friends today, back to bristol tomorrow and the zoo the day after.
im not to old for this, im to wimpy. and nothing's going to fix wimpyness quite like hard work and pain. just dont expect me not to complain.