Really, you all knew that I was not even remotely a calm, sane or mature and in-control individual, didn't you? You read this Livejournal - how could you not know? In honor of this indubitable fact. I have decided that this entry is going to celebrate all the stupid things that I have managed to do over the last couple of days, in no particular order:

• Sit up until the small hours watching the Election coverage

I know - it's not that unusual for me to sit up till half four in the morning. Even so, watching the BBC's General Election coverage from ten at night when the polls closed to around half four in the morning when Labour finally got the 324 seats they needed to be sure of an overall majority, simply because I wanted to know who had been elected in my own constituency (Dulwich and West Norwood, deep in the Labour heartlands of south-east London - there was a 4.2% swing to the Tories in London, but I guess in the hinterlands sarf of the river that doesn't make much difference) is really pushing it. Then again, they didn't call the result for my constituency until four in the morning, and by that stage Labour only needed ten more seats for their overall majority so I thought I'd wait until that happened. Oh well.
The saddest thing is, though I didn't vote for the Labour party, I wanted them to get in. This is because I'm a Liberal Democrat and sadly there was no way they were ever going to actually win the election - though they do better and better with every election that passes - even so, though I am no Labour party groupie, I still wanted to see them get in. Better them than the Tories. Even so - why did I have to sit up till half four in the morning to make sure of this fact? Perhaps it's because (according to the title of this update) I could do with being a little less flaky?


• Martyrize my leg

How is it possible to get a bruise on the upper leg whilst trying to get through a turnstile? I managed this great feat of clumsiness whilst entering the LRC on Friday afternoon, but in all honesty I have no idea quite how the one thing led to the other. All I will say for sure is that somehow I managed to get one leg hooked over the top of the turnstile and, in the process, banging it quite emphatically against one of the bars. I now have a rather impressive bruise there. Considering how clumsy I am, I don't bruise at all easily so this is rather a novelty for me. Damn, and there's me wearing short skirts a lot of the time... oh well, I can handle it. I hope. Even though it hurts to stand and I often sit with my legs crossed, which has become rather less pleasant 50% of the time. Yup, this is the mother of all bruises. It's been a long time since i managed to injure myself like this - between you, me and the wallpaper, I'm quite impressed at myself.


• Listen to the soundtrack for Hedwig and the Angry Inch

I was lent this CD by a college friend of mine who said he thought I might like it. I could tell from about ten seconds into the first track that yes, he was completely correct - I really do like it. It's very much to my taste. I'm just glad I wasn't introduced to this thing before my exams. The last thing I'd have needed was to have 'Angry Inch' running through my head whilst trying to sit my Sciences for Nursing paper. I can already tell this one's going to become one of my standards. The lyrics for this thing, by the way, are absolutely fantastic. I keep wanting to sing along, but I have no idea how my landlady would take it if I did...
The odd thing is, this friend of mine said I didn't have to pretend I didn't like the music if I didn't and actually seemed worried, on Friday, that I might find it... well, I don't know. Too loud? Too offensive? I have no idea. Needless to say he was worrying completely needlessly. I've got to remember to put the CD back in my bag for monday, by the way. I said I'd have it back by then so I'd better do that.


• Sleep from six last night until one this afternoon

This speaks for itself. I mean, I know I've been tired, but I don't think I was that tired. I do this sometimes, though, and it's lame. It's enough to make me wonder, sometimes, if I need a blood test. Either I'm anaemic or suffering from an attenuated form of chronic fatigue syndrome, or I'm just plain lazy - but I don't think it's that, because if it was how am I managing to pull 12-hour shifts during my practice placements? I really can't work it out myself. I know for a fact, though, that most people don't get so tired that eating a meal of an evening is too much difficulty. I woke up at three last night and was still so exhausted that getting up to go make toast seemed impossible...

Oh well. This entry aside, I'm actually doing pretty well at the moment. For all that I'm clearly a complete idiot. Not, I guess, that this is any real surprise.

"Six inches forward and five inches back, I got an angry inch..."