It's about how much you can take before getting knocked down, and how far you can get back up again.

Eating today:

Pasta and pesto (350)
sultanas (200)
beans on toast (2 slices half a can of low sugar beans) (350)
an apple (40)
a subway 6 inch meatball marinara (400)
a happy hippo (100)

I think I've just snacked on sultanas all day, which aren't fatty but their bastard calorific content is through the roof. Fourteen hundred calories is more than I need. Why do I always stuff my face, it is simply ludicrous. Now, what else have I ate today? Maybe a happy hippo, maybe that's it. I haven't got any other snacking materials, apart from cookies which don't lure me as much as sultanas. It's not been a day of much accomplishment; some revision, I meant to meet my friends at the library and go to a house viewing but achieved neither target.

I do like my housemates. They're all very entertaining and morally upstanding- I was trying to think of synonyms for nice, as I detest that word. My home economics teacher said it was an acronym for "nothing interesting cunt ear"... well, the first two letters are accurate. I don't think she used cunt ear. Anyway, the point is I am very glad to house share with the people I share with.

I turned my room into a sauna in order to dry my clothes by whacking up the blower that heats it. My clothes are almost all dry, so it did work. But I wondered why it doesn't precipitate indoors; my housemate said there aren't the climactic and geographical extremes necessary. I suppose this is true; for anything to occur, extremes are needed. It's tricky to eke something of note out of mediocrity. I am not sure if this is what I truly believe but it popped into my head as I was educated on the whys and wheres of rainfall.

I still miss her. I am mediocre, of mediocre intelligence and mediocre everything, and there's always more needed if you're going to fall for someone.

I saw Rocky Balboa today, expecting to hate every second. The beginning was slow, the storyline and characters cheesy and underdeveloped, the whole affair was obviously just a massive ego boost for Stallone (who must surely confuse himself with the eponymous hero he portrays from time to time)... but I liked it. Not only did I involve myself with the characters and audibly gasp at the feats of pugilism contained within, but I want to begin boxing now. I like the thwack of the gloves. My housemate and I ran to the top of every flight of stairs we found on our way home and sprang appreciatively, in homage to the film. Our other housemates took blurry pictures.