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May. 29th, 2007 01:44 pmI am in Ormskirk. I am extremely incommunicado because my phone is less on the blink and more in a semi-persistent vegetative state and because I still haven't got my laptop hooked up yet. I intendd too today, except no one is in and I'm a bit afraid of the internet so I want to make someone else do it.
So, you know, I'm currently hacked into my father's computer account instead. That is fine.
I have cleared out my room, and later on I have to go to the charity shop. BUSY BUSY. My room is still about full to burst. As is the spare room. Dude, why do I have so much stuff?
Er, things are pretty awful here. They generally are, but because there are some things you don't talk about on the phone, apparently, they are a lot more awful than first surmised. AND HEY because you are my flist I HAVE NO ISSUE REVEALING ALL THIS.
( Er. Bad summer ahoy? )
I should talk more about the excitingness that was my last few days at university, really, but I'm very bad at writing stuff down significantly later than the event. I thought Pirates of the Caribbean was absolutely rubbish, basically, and er, yeah, that's about it. Oh! And frozen margharitas are possibly the greatest things in the history of ever.
Um... what else? Okay, Colleen, let's be positive!
TV is great. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition marathons are possibly the most enjoyable things in the world. Dog is great. Food is free. Job interview on Thursday, to be a carer in a nursing home. OH I AM GOING UP THE LADDER. They're local and sounded desperate, so I'm hoping that they might be willing to take me on for the summer. Going to Cambridge in ten days. Megan is, at least, rarely in. Human Nature was ABSOLUTELY AWESOME.
There are straighteners here? That's positive, right?
... I am so not doing this again next summer. It's only been four days, dammit!
So, you know, I'm currently hacked into my father's computer account instead. That is fine.
I have cleared out my room, and later on I have to go to the charity shop. BUSY BUSY. My room is still about full to burst. As is the spare room. Dude, why do I have so much stuff?
Er, things are pretty awful here. They generally are, but because there are some things you don't talk about on the phone, apparently, they are a lot more awful than first surmised. AND HEY because you are my flist I HAVE NO ISSUE REVEALING ALL THIS.
( Er. Bad summer ahoy? )
I should talk more about the excitingness that was my last few days at university, really, but I'm very bad at writing stuff down significantly later than the event. I thought Pirates of the Caribbean was absolutely rubbish, basically, and er, yeah, that's about it. Oh! And frozen margharitas are possibly the greatest things in the history of ever.
Um... what else? Okay, Colleen, let's be positive!
TV is great. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition marathons are possibly the most enjoyable things in the world. Dog is great. Food is free. Job interview on Thursday, to be a carer in a nursing home. OH I AM GOING UP THE LADDER. They're local and sounded desperate, so I'm hoping that they might be willing to take me on for the summer. Going to Cambridge in ten days. Megan is, at least, rarely in. Human Nature was ABSOLUTELY AWESOME.
There are straighteners here? That's positive, right?
... I am so not doing this again next summer. It's only been four days, dammit!
