babble, exercise, music, story of my life, video blog, walking

In Which Tracy’s A Lip-Syncer

You've probably been able to tell that I'm slacking off, more than usual, lately. Nothing much to worry about. I'm just not spending so much time on the computer as usual, so when the time comes to actually get on the computer at night and make a post, mostly what my brain is thinking is,… Continue reading In Which Tracy’s A Lip-Syncer

babble, exercise, jock stein centre, story of my life, walking

In Which Tracy Takes The Long Way Home

Since the good weather's started getting better (read: by better, I mean I don't need to wear four layers [vest, t-shirt, sweater and hoodie] as well as slippers and socks in order to survive when I don't have enough money to put gas in my heating system), it's been good enough for me to walk… Continue reading In Which Tracy Takes The Long Way Home

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In Which Tracy Goes Into The Woods Again

Into The Woods I've been waiting for a good enough day to walk home from Mum and Dad's house, so that I could go through Udston and Glenlee Woods again; the last time I was there was apparently September 2013, according to Foursquare. And since I'm the one who created the Foursquare check-ins for the… Continue reading In Which Tracy Goes Into The Woods Again

babble, clothes, exercise, fatshion, make-up, photos, story of my life, walking

In Which Tracy Goes Smart-Casual For Her Interview

My second interview, the face-to-face interview, was this afternoon, and I'm going to apologise straight up, because I didn't get a photo of my outfit. When I got home, basically what I did was the fastest undressing I think I've ever done in my life upon coming home (and this includes the few times that… Continue reading In Which Tracy Goes Smart-Casual For Her Interview

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In Which Tracy Stops To Smell The Flowers

When I got out of therapy on Tuesday (tear-stained, and annoyed that I didn't have a cloth with me to clear my glasses properly) I was supposed to be walking home. I'd forgotten that I needed to head into ASDA to get bread and eggs and things, so that I didn't, y'know. Die from malnutrition… Continue reading In Which Tracy Stops To Smell The Flowers