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[Mar. 13th, 2009|01:52 am] |
That's just fucking fantastic.
You heard it here first, I'm filing for divorce.
I need to go out and do something before I wallow in self pity. |
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[Jan. 27th, 2009|06:45 pm] |
Oh Cambridge, how I've missed you!
I've just got back from visiting my parents for the weekend. I managed to talk my mum into doing my washing for me while I babysat the neighbours kids and earned some cash. Now I get to have some proper fun! |
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[Dec. 17th, 2008|12:26 am] |
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Right. Going for a fucking run. |
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[Nov. 27th, 2008|12:03 am] |
Fucking hell.
That better be excellent pie tomorrow. I deserve fucking brilliant pie.
( Filtered to Deiniol and Nate ) |
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[Nov. 12th, 2008|06:40 pm] |
I'm going to be one of the idiots making a fool out of themselves in the name of charity on Friday night. I was talked into it by my team mates. Never join a team because they'll talk you into acting like a moron on television. Den, if you feel up to it do you want to come along for moral support? Please?
Training is training. Early mornings, running in cold weather, lots of pool time. I'm apparently going to be on the short list for BBC Sports Personality of the Year, although the list doesn't come out until December so fuck knows why people keep saying that. I want Andy Murray or Chris Hoy to actually win it though. Winning a BBC prize isn't something I'm competitive about.
Christ, my life is fucking boring, isn't it? |
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[Oct. 29th, 2008|09:17 pm] |
Oh, Halloween. I’m glad that I’m English and I don't feel obligated to dress up like an idiot. I can't even use the day as an excuse to eat a fucking obnoxious amount of sugar because my coach has banned 'crap food' from my diet. He gave me a list and a lecture earlier today, it was fun.
Instead I think I’m going to go and watch the new Bond movie. That'll be a fun and boring way to spend Halloween. |
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[Oct. 16th, 2008|05:01 pm] |
Deiniol's back home and he's, well, he's back home.
Dalton didn't make it. If anyone wants details for the funeral then I can get them to you as soon as we have some. It's not my priority right now.
Gus, thanks. |
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[Oct. 10th, 2008|10:46 pm] |
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Deiniol, we're going out. Dress nicely, but not smartly. If you're wearing a suit then I'm going to pick out something for you to wear! |
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[Sep. 25th, 2008|09:20 pm] |
I actively dislike pre-training meetings and medical checks. I walk away from them feeling like a fucking pin cushion, how much blood do they need to take from me? Also, I need to eat more protein, Sport UK is going to be paying me more money to train, I have a couple new sponsorship deals, and my new training schedule is going to kill me. It’s not as bad as my pre-Olympic schedule, but I’ve been off for a month so getting up at five in the morning to swim 320 lengths sounds like hell right about now. That’s only the morning by the way, I get to do it all again in the afternoon. There’s also running in there somewhere. It’s really going to fucking kill me.
That’s the status of my professional life right now. Pin cushion, protein, money and a schedule that will probably make me want to quit swimming and become a lawyer.
Yes. This is how boring my life is right now, I’m telling you all about work.
( Private to Deiniol ) |
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[Sep. 15th, 2008|11:28 pm] |
My sister has declared her platonic and sibling like love for me as I just gave her most of my DVD and CD collections. I kept my favourite films, music and all of my home movies. I went through a phase of videoing everything when I was at uni and I kept all the tapes of me, Deiniol and my friends acting like idiots. There’s a lot of footage of Deiniol acting like a prat, it’s fucking brilliant.
I also went through all my clothes and gave her some things that I never wear anymore. Although I still felt the need to keep my old school uniform and all of my old competition swim suits. I guess when it comes down to it I really am just fucking sentimental.
( Private to Tegan ) |
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[Sep. 9th, 2008|03:33 am] |
I spent the entire day filling out fucking paperwork. I hate paperwork, it’s repetitive and boring and I get distracted really easily. However, I did manage to change my name and inform my governing body, my bank, the DVLA and the passport office about the aforementioned name change. Yes, I’m now Cecily Donovan. I know, none of you saw any of this coming! I imagine it’s a big shock. Huge, in fact.
Deiniol, 36767531? You know what to do. Yes, this post was all about starting a game of prime or not prime. I’ve missed it. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2008|03:36 am] |
It's almost four in the morning and I've just realised that I haven't been home in just over a month. I'm so fucking glad I remembered to clean out my fridge before I went to China, can you imagine what it would be like if I left a pint of milk in there? Fucking hell.
I'll probably head over there tomorrow as I need something to wear that isn't a Team GB tracksuit or jeans and t-shirts. I also need to talk to my mum in person about the fact that I'm now married. Again. She has yet to perfect the art of giving me a disapproving look over the phone and I wouldn't want to deny her that simple pleasure. She'll probably also want to go on for an hour or two about how I should have married Deiniol again.
If you couldn't tell, my mum's just a tiny bit delusional.
I really need to adjust to being back on British time, it's been a week and my body clock still isn't quite back to normal yet. I'm just going to go and find something really boring to read. |
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[Aug. 25th, 2008|05:20 pm] |
It's so good to finally be back in the UK. I love the Olympics, I love competing, but I missed my parents and I missed my home. It was a fucking amazing two weeks. I can't even begin to explain how fucking brilliant it was. I'm going to be buzzing for weeks!
I'm in a hotel tonight with my parents and my sister, fuck knows where my brother is. Tomorrow I'm going back to Buckingham and I plan to sleep and lounge around for a week before getting back into the pool.
If anyone wants to meet up for drinks or to look at the pieces of gold that I'm not letting out of my fucking sight, then we can arrange something for next week. |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2008|03:19 pm] |
A wedding and a pregnancy rumour? I'm impressed, I didn't think I rated highly enough for those! I hate to spoil your fun but I've only had brunch with him once so I doubt we'll be running off to Vegas. Although, admittedly, anything is possible if I'm drunk enough.
I'm being flown home on Monday with the rest of Team GB, and British Airways are painting the nose of the plane gold. I think that's fucking hilarious, personally. Although I always did have a weird sense of humour. |
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[Aug. 16th, 2008|01:27 pm] |
asdfghjkl!
This completely makes up for not qualifying for the relay final. This makes up for everything. Everything bad... this makes up for it. Completely.
We also won the rowing, the cycling twice and tomorrow I'm going to watch Paula Radcliffe in the woman's marathon. She should hopefully do really well.
I'm just in complete shock. Another gold medal. A fucking world record! I think I'm just going to take my chilled bottle of champagne and celebrate before sleeping for a really long time. I'm also probably going to call everyone I've ever met. Sorry if I wake you!
[OOC: Once again, Cecily isn't real so she can't actually compete in the games. Rebecca Adlington, whose result I used previously did win her second gold. I'm using her Olympic career as Cecily's so she's won her second gold and got a world record. Go team GB!] |
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[Aug. 11th, 2008|04:38 pm] |
I won a fucking gold medal. This is the best day in my entire life. I'm still buzzing, although that could be the free bottle of chilled champagne that got placed in my hands as soon as I got back. I've only had a glass though, I shared the rest with the other swimmers and we bitched about the other teams before sticking a movie on. They're watching one of Nate's movies and teasing me about it and I'm typing away here to tell you all about the fact that I, Cecily Parker, am the first female swimming British gold medalist since 1960.
It's entirely possible that I'm going to be gloating about that for months.
I haven't had a chance to watch any of the other events, although I've heard some really good things. I've spent most of my free time resting, eating, falling in love with the physiotherapist, who I swear has magic hands, raiding the storage cupboard and being reminded that saying anything controversial is very fucking bad.
As a team, we're doing really well. Seventh in the medal table and our people keep making it through the heat's. I just can't believe it, these games are just so fucking amazing.
I'm going to stay up for a bit and finish watching the rest of the movie before going to bed. Is it going a bit too far if I fall asleep with my medal still around my neck?
[OOC: Obviously, Cecily did not win a gold medal as she's fictional. However, Rebecca Adlington did and for the purpose of Cecily's ego career, she's 'replacing' her in terms of results. Also, well done to a Brit for actually winning something! Woo!] |
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[Aug. 8th, 2008|12:57 am] |
I'm getting divorced. My son's getting married.
I'm getting very, very drunk. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2008|01:35 am] |
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Fucking hell. |
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[Jul. 11th, 2008|01:15 pm] |
I'm not sure how I can be banned from a promo circuit that I'm not even part of, but I suppose anything is possible. It's important to remember that I'm part of the British Olympic team and as a result I do the British press circuit, it's not that difficult to remember!
Oh, and don't call me fucking Cece!
I'm not even commenting on the Tegan situation. I just can't. |
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