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Jun. 3rd, 2007 12:14 pmI am being really rubbish at leaving comments at the moment. I'm sorry. My internet time is limited and the computer is rubbish so the trick is to not open as many windows as possible. I LOVE YOU ALL HONESTLY and hopefully through the power of magic or at least technology I may be on a shiny wireless connection in about three weeks. Keep your fingers crossed for me. If I have internet in the bedroom, there is a chance that no one will die this summer.
Er. Things aren't going well and I am getting more than a little antsy and claustrophoic. It's not good, really. Doctor Who, and a suitably fangirlish conversation with
loneraven afterwards helped very much, though.
Erm. Yeah. Work starts tomorrow, which from one perspective is 'YAY OUT OF THE HOUSE' and from another is 'BOO I HAVE TO WORK.' Also I need to take up my new trousers tonight. That is probably the most practical thing I will have done for many days.
I think I just feel a bit stifled. I would like to talk about... intellectual stuff. I would like to watch David Starkey's Monarchy rather than the Big Brother repeats. In fact, I'd rather not watch Big Brother. I'd rather read The Independent than The Mirror. I'd rather talk about history than mobile phones, or clubbing, or clothes, especially when I'm dragged off the phone because my mother wants fashion advice. CHOOSE FOR YOURSELF WOMAN WHAT NECKLACE YOU WEAR WILL MAKE NO BASTARDING DIFFERENCE.
And, er, I don't know if that's me being a snob. Maybe I am a snob. I probably am, thinking about it. I don't think that I'm better, per se but I like using words like, well, per se and discussing things rather than just be informed that I'm trying to show off. I'm not. That's the normal pattern of my speech, now.
Dog remains awesome. He dos not judge me, or if he does, he keeps quiet about it.
... I can't do this for another eleven weeks. Other people get on with their families. I am too different. I am bloody aware I'm the black sheep of the family but I would like it if people just accepted that rather than doggedly attempt to mould me back into who I was when I was seventeen.
I don't think I can explain it, but the fact that I keep on bursting into tears on fairly flimsy premises (Extreme Makeover: Home Edition springs to mind) as well as sleeping for twelve hours every day might go some way to show exactly how trapped I feel.
CAN EVERYONE WHO LIVES NEAR ME PLEASE TO BE COMING BACK SOON OR FINISH THEIR EXAMS QUICKER KTHXBAI.
Also: when are the exam results out for St A's? Anyone know?
Er. Things aren't going well and I am getting more than a little antsy and claustrophoic. It's not good, really. Doctor Who, and a suitably fangirlish conversation with
Erm. Yeah. Work starts tomorrow, which from one perspective is 'YAY OUT OF THE HOUSE' and from another is 'BOO I HAVE TO WORK.' Also I need to take up my new trousers tonight. That is probably the most practical thing I will have done for many days.
I think I just feel a bit stifled. I would like to talk about... intellectual stuff. I would like to watch David Starkey's Monarchy rather than the Big Brother repeats. In fact, I'd rather not watch Big Brother. I'd rather read The Independent than The Mirror. I'd rather talk about history than mobile phones, or clubbing, or clothes, especially when I'm dragged off the phone because my mother wants fashion advice. CHOOSE FOR YOURSELF WOMAN WHAT NECKLACE YOU WEAR WILL MAKE NO BASTARDING DIFFERENCE.
And, er, I don't know if that's me being a snob. Maybe I am a snob. I probably am, thinking about it. I don't think that I'm better, per se but I like using words like, well, per se and discussing things rather than just be informed that I'm trying to show off. I'm not. That's the normal pattern of my speech, now.
Dog remains awesome. He dos not judge me, or if he does, he keeps quiet about it.
... I can't do this for another eleven weeks. Other people get on with their families. I am too different. I am bloody aware I'm the black sheep of the family but I would like it if people just accepted that rather than doggedly attempt to mould me back into who I was when I was seventeen.
I don't think I can explain it, but the fact that I keep on bursting into tears on fairly flimsy premises (Extreme Makeover: Home Edition springs to mind) as well as sleeping for twelve hours every day might go some way to show exactly how trapped I feel.
CAN EVERYONE WHO LIVES NEAR ME PLEASE TO BE COMING BACK SOON OR FINISH THEIR EXAMS QUICKER KTHXBAI.
Also: when are the exam results out for St A's? Anyone know?
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Date: 2007-06-03 11:49 am (UTC)Exam results are out tomorrow or Tuesday at the latest I'm told. Oh dear!
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Date: 2007-06-03 11:51 am (UTC)*pats dog*
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Date: 2007-06-05 03:03 pm (UTC)A plan! I think not. The beginning of? I think so! There should definitely be a meet-up, though. Would be awesome to see you again.
(Or, if you fancy schlepping up here, there is the unmitigated joy of the Doctor Who exhibit in Blackpool. I'M JUST SAYING.)
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Date: 2007-06-05 04:09 pm (UTC)Awesome is entirely the word. *g*
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Date: 2007-06-05 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-05 02:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-03 04:30 pm (UTC)Not knowing this I've been checking fairly regularly and more or less having a heart attack before scrolling down to find my grades not there.
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Date: 2007-06-05 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-03 09:00 pm (UTC)You know you want to.
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