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This is a fairly random assortment of stuff, being mostly crapped out of my brain as I go, so apologies if it makes no sense.

FIRSTLY: I went to Aberdeen for the last two days. This was lovely indeed. It wasn't grey, which was a vast change from the last time I went to Aberdeen.

(The last time I went to Aberdeen, I was seventeen. I had just got my AS-Level results and realised that I wasn't as thick as I was afraid of, and could go to university in Scotland like I wanted. I had only had three driving lessons ever by this point and was afraid of it, mostly. Dad drove me up, and we spent three days arsing around in Scotland. I was really gutted to find that they didn't have deep-fried Mars Bars. Dad taught me Why Tennants Is Evil, and I had my first ever curry. I loved the uni, and actually would have gone, if I hadn't got into St Andrews.)

I took the train, and watched the sea in between trying to read War and Peace, as I feel this is something I should do in my life and it can't be worse than Crime and Punishment. We didn't do much - although by sheer coincidence we found the place I had my first ever curry with Dad ("it's purple, with tigers" was my memory, luckily they hadn't redecorated). It was lovely, also as a chance to get out of St Andrews.

SECONDLY: We also went to see Star Trek. This was not my suggestion - I wanted to see Terminator - but I wasn't going to argue with it. ( Minor spoiler )

Also, loneraven writes beautiful fic. You probably know this. I don't recommend her enough, but I insist that you all go out RIGHT NOW and read In Service. There's Scotty, McCoy, impermeable membranes, boxes, a lot of alcohol. And Vulcans. It's wonderful. There aren't any Hibs supporters, though.

THIRDLY: I am, er, putting on weight. Sort of. All my clothes continue to fit me as before, except in one area, as my bust is Mysteriously Bigger. This in itself is not a particular problem, but I have just discovered that it has fucked up all my plans for the graduation ball. My beautiful, beautiful dress that is a size too small for my anyway is no way going to fit around me even if I don't eat anything whatsoever for a week and possibly also go mad on laxatives. Also that is somewhat insane. I generally accept my body shape - I know I need to exercise more, but hell, who doesn't want bigger boobs when they turn up free? However, I REALLY LOVE THIS DRESS. Also, my other options are Goth Princess, which is a dress I love but feel a little too old for now, and the one I've worn to two other occasions this year. I know it sounds vain, but it's my last ball and I really wanted to wear that dress; it always makes me feel sort of special and stuff. There is nowhere in town I can buy/afford a new ballgown. Katie is not currently in, so I can't raid her wardrobe, although hopefully she'll be about over the weekend so I can go and beg. Failing that, I'm going to go and putter around charity shops this weekend and hope like hell.

FOURTHLY: My compensation thingy has been settled. The cheque is on its way; as a part of the deal, I'm being offered free physiotherapy in Glenrothes which starts on Monday. Does mean I have to take The Devil Car out again (buggar, that'll be two long journeys in a week) but hell, I'm not going to argue. Also means I can replace The Devil Car. Thank fuck for that.

FIFTHLY: I am graduating next week. Fuckadoodle. Luckily I fit into my graduating clothes, if not the ballgown. I will be wearing, for those interested, a black skirt, a white blouse, and 'nude hoiserie' which sounds kinkier than it is. I have to wear this, I hasten to point out. It feels a lot like my old school uniform, but less religious. Also it means my tattoo will be on show, though, which is a buggar. Never mind.

And now I am going to watch Deep Space Nine. It is a bit pants but I am quite loving it to. Is it me or is Gul Dukat currently the most interesting thing to be happening after The Loveliness Of Bashier (which frankly I picked up on aged ten)? I'll admit I'm all of three episodes into the first season, though...