feeling tired

it is absolutely the most fabulous day of the year so far. 10am and already 19,2 C. Should go as high as 27 and clear sky. What more can one ask for? HOw about a day off? Or at least to get off earlier. It seems like such a waste being stuck indoors on a weather like this. But the worst part is waking up so early it was still pretty cold. Basically meaning that I had to wear a long-sleeved shirt on the ride to work but I'm far too over-dressed for the ride home. I should be in shorts and top. Not in black corduroys and ugly tee. But it is too much to ask to bring a backbag for the extra clothes.
1. My back will not be able to make it back home if i have heavy carriage on it.
2. It would be too hot to carry a big bag on my back.


I've started to wonder about Nottingham. There's Trent FM, Trent Value Windows, Some Trent university or something and other places called trent something. Why is that? Is it as dull and simple as the river? There's a river called Trent that goes through the city. Could that have "named" so many things? Or does it go further than that? Was the river also named after Trent something. I tried Wikipedia. No luck.

19,8 C

Today I swear I'm going to be outside. Enjoying the sun. Getting tanned. I just wish I had a plan. You know, something to so other than just sitting and reading. I'd like a proper tan. not just my arms and chest.

20,8 C

Hahaa that's my birthday!! Yesterday I realized how little this feels like summer. I mean it's sunny and hottish but still I dont feel at all like summer. Think it must be the work-thing. Having to work everyday and not being able to enjoy the weather.

a bus ride from hell

he sat next to me. a man in his fifties perhaps. straight away I could smell what he'd been up to downtown. the awful smell of old booze. drunken men are the worst people you could possible sit next to in a bus. it didnt take long when he started it. the talking. first a comment about my dinner as it lay on my lap. then a bit more. i was listening to my ipod and since he wouldnt stop talking i had to turn off my music. i didnt say much. didnt want to encourage him. yet he went on. told me how he had had a few drinks at some terraces around the city. said he might still go. asked me to come along. i said no. many times. he said very nice things to me. things that might have built my ego hadnt he been a drunken middle-aged man. glad he got off the bus before me.

we had our first football practise today. it was more fun than i expected. i hope we'll(esp. me) be going again and again. and i was better than i expected. wasnt afraid to go get the ball, even off those big hunky men. i was a teensy bit afraid to go too near the tiny girl. was afraid i might hurt her if i was to go too near. my shoes didnt like it though. i hope my sister's footie shoes fit. i need shoes that wont kill my toes and ruin my only good pair of regular shoes.

think i might get something to eat.. he's not home yet, but it's getting late.