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Another stint at Uni has gone by and jeez it goes quickly. Despite the drag of some of the lectures it, all in all, goes by so quickly I barely feel like I've even been there. Today was an odd one for me.
I was tired, purely from being at Pontins last night with some amazing friends,so of course I was feeling fairly lethargic as I tried to drag my sorry arse out of bed. I made it and arrived at college with Stephend without any real issues. I will give you a little more of an insight in to Stephend, of whom I have befriended at Uni. She is lovely. That's all you really need to know to be honest. I am really pleased I have made a friend like her already. She makes me laugh. A lot. Seeing as the lovely Stephend had been kind enough to give me a lift in this morning from Polegate I thought I would help carry her bag. Of course, I didn't carry her bag. I put it on the floor, as I reached back in to the car for something else, and managed to tip the contents of said bag out on the floor. That poor little peach. Needless to say the day didn't progress.
We had our morning lecture and after struggling to stay 'with it' after our first break we had pretty much realised that it was no hope whatsoever. It was just going to be one of those days. I began to feel ill at lunch time. Having one of my 'head things'. They're referred to as that because my wonderful doctor still (after around 10 years) hasn't been able to diagnose me. It's odd. I have a wave of pressure rush across my head and my eyes glaze. I become very spaced out. I feel like I am outside of my body. It is terrifying. These can last for minutes or go on for hours, intermittently giving me more 'waves' of pressure. Today it lasted 4 hours. 4 hours of feeling unaware, dizzy, shaky and out of it. Joyous. Apparently it's similar to what an epileptic has before they fit. I, fortunately, have never fitted. I do, however, need to get it checked again because I am also experiencing similar symptoms to someone after they've had a fit, once my spacey-ness has subdued. Good times I thought.
Due to this I wasn't particularly looking forward to giving a class mate a massage, as you can imagine. I was walking along holding on to whatever I could find, just in case I fell over, so rubbing someone for an hour didn't seem like a good idea to me. Luckily I was fine. I experienced my first ever full body Swedish massage today and it was great. I really have been missing out on a lot of life with regards to this kind of thing. I have not been pampered enough and now is the time to do it. My massage was 'different', shall we say. Not in a bad way as my partner was very good yet I had nothing to compare it to so it was a little harder to assess whether it was meant to feel like that or not. She really shouldn't touch my feet though. Oh my life that tickled. Actually, she shouldn't touch my thighs because that tickles too. Or my ribs, come to think of it, they tickled too. Really she was looking at a lost cause, I am far too ticklish everywhere. Yet, I did manage to relax. She did my back and the backs of my legs and sweet Christ it was lovely. I managed to stay awake though. I wouldn't have lived it down if I had fallen asleep, especially seeing as I tend to talk when I am dreaming. Never good.
Whilst receiving my massage I was on a couch next to Stephend, who was also getting a massage. Uh oh. My partner exclaimed 'do you shave your arms?' She sounded quite shocked. It seems, as women, it's okay to discuss with each other that we groom our lady gardens but shaving our arms is a whole different kettle of fish. I am not ashamed to say I do. After years of abuse for being a darker haired girl I regularly remove it. And what? I was explaining to Stephend why I do it and said how I was referred to as 'ape' back in the day. She lifted her forearm and showed me that she, also has dark arm hair, to which I cried 'Yes that's what mine looked like. Kind of like an ape apparently.' For the sake of you, my darling readers, I must tell you that Stephend is rather sarcastic and dry with her humour. She looked up at me, wholly unimpressed, and said 'So I'm an ape am I?' Of course, being me, I start crying with laughter, to which she shortly joins me. The wonderful girl who was performing Stephend's massage then asked 'you've got 8 arms?' So not only does Stephend look like an ape she now has 8 arms because of a hard of hearing Massage Therapist. It was not going well at all.
This, I now realise, is why I lack friends. I clearly have no tact whatsoever and will literally say whatever falls from my lips. Not intentionally, mind. Calling her an ape, throwing the contents of her bag across the car park, laughing uncontrollably when she nearly hit a bollard, almost wetting myself when she honked her car horn accidentally after she had said she didn't know where it was and nearly passing out when she did it a second time. I am a good friend. I call her an animal and laugh at her continuously.
She did stroke my leg on the way home in the car so I've been forgiven for all my sins. Pervert.
She did stroke my leg on the way home in the car so I've been forgiven for all my sins. Pervert.
I've had a fabulous time. I can't wait for it all again next week.
Hannah xox
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