Iesus Non Amat Me

I haven't been here for a while because when I wrote my last entry I'd actually been planning to say more but was having trouble putting my thoughts into words and it was so frustrating that I decided to just post my 10,000 steps pic and avoid LJ for a week. Because that's the sensible and mature way to handle things.

I did consider trying to write about it now, but I think it best to just draw a line under it and move on. So, moving on...

Last night I went to Emma's for her second hen party; this time it was an old school style sleepover with a superhero theme. I dressed up as Supergirl and took along my comic book shoes, which people seemed rather impressed by. Emma suggested I wear them to her actual wedding (which will also have a superhero theme) but I'm not sure I can wear heels that high for that long!

It was a nice evening, not least because all seven of us have known each other for years now, having gone to the same secondary school, and I love that we're still friends even after all these years. But at the same time it's terrifying to realise exactly how many years it has been. (FIFTEEN! We left school FIFTEEN YEARS AGO!)

This morning, after everyone else had gone, Emma and I continued the old school sleepover tradition of finishing off the leftover chocolate for breakfast. I mentioned wanting to watch Agent Carter so we found an episode. Unfortunately it was the sixth episode so Emma had to keep telling me who people were, but it was good. And I really must get round to actually watching it from the beginning!

And, here, have some pictures of me as Supergirl with my comic book shoes of awesome because I actually look pretty good:

( Supergirl! )

A week since my last post? That's shocking! I'm falling back into bad habits. But the thing is I haven't really felt like coming on LJ much these past few days (which is also why I've been such a failure at commenting lately. Sorry about that!) It also meant that I ended up keeping my Christmas theme for two days after Epiphany. Whoops.

Last night I went ice skating with some people from work. I only fell down once but I still ache all over today. Next time I go I want an empty ice rink and Booth to hold my hand!

You know how in TV shows (and that McDonald's advert) they show that someone is up ridiculously early by having them do stupid things like putting their shoe in the fridge or twelve spoonfuls of sugar in their coffee? Well that was me earlier, except it was at midday and I was cashing up the tills and managing to mess up the simplest of tasks.

Personally, I blame the Pope. And I see that he'll be in London on Saturday, which should make my trip rather... interesting. I don't think we'll be in the same area though, which is good, cos if I was anywhere near him I don't think I'd be able to resist the urge to start singing the Pope Song.

Also, my dentist approves of my wine drinking. I had a check up on Monday and he noticed my tongue was discoloured. I said it was probably due to the wine I'd had the night before and he said "Good, that's good for you." So yay for dentist-approved drinking!

And finally, I once again got to shock someone by telling them my age. One of the people I work with thought I was 20. Hee.

Ok, I have a large GIN and LEMONADE and am ready to write my CAPSLOCK of doom entry.

I'm sure SOMETHING happened today and I thought "I'll MENTION that in my CAPSLOCK entry later" but I can't REMEMBER what it was. Epic memory FAIL. This is what happens when you turn TWENTY SIX.

Oh god, I'm TWENTY SIX. It hadn't really SUNK IN until just then.

It's all DOWNHILL to THIRTY now.

I need more ALCOHOL.