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Dec. 20th, 2006 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolOkay.
I am back in Ormskirk.
I am trying very hard not to dso what I normally do, which is eat too much and sleep too much and generally avoid human contact. It is Christmas time, I am running for the hills as early as possible at summer, they are feeding me for free, so I am going to be a good daughter. No, honest, I am. I had intentions.
Upon arrival at home, I have been hugged. This was a good start. I was then regaled with Stuff What Is Wrong With Megan. Now, I am no medical expert, but I have friends with glandular fever and the suspected version thereof. Megan does not have it, although the doctor reckons so after a two-minute consultation. The doctor is obviously never wrong, apparently, so there we are.
Given she is moving, she does not have it. Just because he damned 15 year old emokid boyfriend had it once does not mean she has it. It's fucking MUMPS.
That was irritation number 1.
Number 2 is that there is nothing for me to eat in this house. Well, that's not true. If I play the I Can Eat Some Gluten Game, then I am okay, but I can't do what apparently I am meant to do which is bread and weetabix. Clue is IN THE NAME for the breakfast cereal there. I have mentioned this to me parents. My Dad disbelieves me, my Mum does not care as this is about the third time I have brought this up and hey why should she listen to anyone else.
Number 3 is my mother. I have been home for less than twenty-four hours. My mother is menopausal, which would explain quite a lot but good lord there are discussions I don't need and the one about plastic surgery was not one of them. Nor was the phrase 'designer vagina' oh my god why am I not dead from shame. I do not need to be told to go to the gym, I do not need to be told that I do not go out enough, I do not need to be told that I need to wax my eyebrows, etc, etc.
So last night I went out to the pub with people from college instead. That was much more fun. I knew the picture of Liz Sladen in the pub quiz and that Romania was the one to execute its dictator on Christmas Day. Knew there was a reason I went to the odd history lecture this year.
Today I need to do my laundry, which is a fairly big task. Tomorrow is Simon's birthday, the arrival of my grandfather and the dentist. FRIDAY IS VISIT OF YAAAAY FROM![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tau_sigma.
I would like to watch some telly, but the invalid is there. I really want to watch Hogfather, which by some miracle has actually been taped for me, but my TV and my video have both absconded. Ho hum.
I should shower. This computer is utter shite, while I'm on topic. I should also go out as I haven't actually got some stuff for Christmas. Also should see Simon.
Ho hum. There should be a happy post here, about the awesomeness that was the eating orgy of the last few days at uni, but I'm not in the mood right now. I will return. With pictures. And stuff.
Yeah.
I am back in Ormskirk.
I am trying very hard not to dso what I normally do, which is eat too much and sleep too much and generally avoid human contact. It is Christmas time, I am running for the hills as early as possible at summer, they are feeding me for free, so I am going to be a good daughter. No, honest, I am. I had intentions.
Upon arrival at home, I have been hugged. This was a good start. I was then regaled with Stuff What Is Wrong With Megan. Now, I am no medical expert, but I have friends with glandular fever and the suspected version thereof. Megan does not have it, although the doctor reckons so after a two-minute consultation. The doctor is obviously never wrong, apparently, so there we are.
Given she is moving, she does not have it. Just because he damned 15 year old emokid boyfriend had it once does not mean she has it. It's fucking MUMPS.
That was irritation number 1.
Number 2 is that there is nothing for me to eat in this house. Well, that's not true. If I play the I Can Eat Some Gluten Game, then I am okay, but I can't do what apparently I am meant to do which is bread and weetabix. Clue is IN THE NAME for the breakfast cereal there. I have mentioned this to me parents. My Dad disbelieves me, my Mum does not care as this is about the third time I have brought this up and hey why should she listen to anyone else.
Number 3 is my mother. I have been home for less than twenty-four hours. My mother is menopausal, which would explain quite a lot but good lord there are discussions I don't need and the one about plastic surgery was not one of them. Nor was the phrase 'designer vagina' oh my god why am I not dead from shame. I do not need to be told to go to the gym, I do not need to be told that I do not go out enough, I do not need to be told that I need to wax my eyebrows, etc, etc.
So last night I went out to the pub with people from college instead. That was much more fun. I knew the picture of Liz Sladen in the pub quiz and that Romania was the one to execute its dictator on Christmas Day. Knew there was a reason I went to the odd history lecture this year.
Today I need to do my laundry, which is a fairly big task. Tomorrow is Simon's birthday, the arrival of my grandfather and the dentist. FRIDAY IS VISIT OF YAAAAY FROM
tau_sigma.I would like to watch some telly, but the invalid is there. I really want to watch Hogfather, which by some miracle has actually been taped for me, but my TV and my video have both absconded. Ho hum.
I should shower. This computer is utter shite, while I'm on topic. I should also go out as I haven't actually got some stuff for Christmas. Also should see Simon.
Ho hum. There should be a happy post here, about the awesomeness that was the eating orgy of the last few days at uni, but I'm not in the mood right now. I will return. With pictures. And stuff.
Yeah.
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Date: 2006-12-20 08:10 pm (UTC)hogfather is fairly ace, have fun watching that.
xx
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Date: 2006-12-20 08:52 pm (UTC)SO THERE.
I am not sure how I will do this yet as I do not have your address, but, you know, then I will be there!
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Date: 2006-12-22 12:44 am (UTC)xx
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Date: 2006-12-20 11:39 pm (UTC)I am trying very hard not to do what I normally do, which is eat too much and sleep too much and generally avoid human contact. - this is exactly what I'm trying (and failing) to do. Except the human contact bit, I'm not doing so badly at that at the moment.
Oh goodness, laundry. This is quite necessary for me, too, or I may have NO CLEAN CLOTHES when I see you on Friday. Still, Yay. :)
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Date: 2006-12-22 12:12 am (UTC)If need be keep counting down the days.
Apparently the washing machine has come to hate me, so I advise caution when doing laundry...
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Date: 2006-12-22 01:40 pm (UTC)At least you have Simon/tau_sigma to keep you sane! Hehe :)
Hope y'all have a great Crimbo!
xXx