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moogingI am actually the most useless person in the world, Y/Y?
Okay, so, I've managed to be in the Sixth Form, as in physically there and in classes, for a grand total of 9 out of 27 possible days. MY HEALTH FTW, basically (except, you know, not).
And then, right, I was going next door to say happy birthday to the little girl there because her family had invited us all round for cake* and things (she's 3 today, in case you wanted to know) and in the process of 'going next door', I somehow managed to fall flat down in a stupidly ungainly way, landing on my hands and knees in what I considered to be a unnecessarily painful way, and have managed to bugger up my foot, jar my knee, hurt my wrists and generally wander away feeling sick and shaky. Suffice it to say, I turned around and hobbled home trying not to cry in the middle of the beginning to main street of the town. FROM FALLING DOWN GOING NEXT DOOR. NEXT DOOR.
I need to be removed from other people for the good of their sanity, really.
However, I'm going to school until Thursday this week, even if it kills me, and then I'm being forced on a plane to Spain, with my mother, my aunt, my grandmother and my sister, which will be...well, 'enforced holidaying' is how I'd describe it, so take from that what you will.
And then it will soon be November, and then that's nearly December, which is nearly Christmas. Fa la la la la, la la la la etc. Shut up, I'm feeling yuletide-y.
* To add insult to literal injury, my mother tells me it was a really good cake: chocolate sponge with good chocolate icing in the middle, that kind of moist-yet-good sponge as well, with chocolate buttons on the top with smarties scattered around on the plate. D:
HOW ARE ALL OF YOU? TELL ME THINGS PLZ.
Okay, so, I've managed to be in the Sixth Form, as in physically there and in classes, for a grand total of 9 out of 27 possible days. MY HEALTH FTW, basically (except, you know, not).
And then, right, I was going next door to say happy birthday to the little girl there because her family had invited us all round for cake* and things (she's 3 today, in case you wanted to know) and in the process of 'going next door', I somehow managed to fall flat down in a stupidly ungainly way, landing on my hands and knees in what I considered to be a unnecessarily painful way, and have managed to bugger up my foot, jar my knee, hurt my wrists and generally wander away feeling sick and shaky. Suffice it to say, I turned around and hobbled home trying not to cry in the middle of the beginning to main street of the town. FROM FALLING DOWN GOING NEXT DOOR. NEXT DOOR.
I need to be removed from other people for the good of their sanity, really.
However, I'm going to school until Thursday this week, even if it kills me, and then I'm being forced on a plane to Spain, with my mother, my aunt, my grandmother and my sister, which will be...well, 'enforced holidaying' is how I'd describe it, so take from that what you will.
TOP GEAR LAST NIGHT. SO AWESOME. THEY MADE IT TO FRANCE.
FRANCE.
In a car that had water in it.
And Jeremy wants to be a French coastguard person in a low-flying plane for a living! (rionaleonhart, if you somehow make me write AU Top Gear crack in which this is an actuality and James is his co-pilot that's a stickler for the rules and Richard is, like, idk, the guy at base chained to a desk telling them where to go over a radio and bitterly resenting not being in an active job, THAT WOULD NOT BE GOOD.)
FRANCE.
In a car that had water in it.
And Jeremy wants to be a French coastguard person in a low-flying plane for a living! (
rionaleonhart, if you somehow make me write AU Top Gear crack in which this is an actuality and James is his co-pilot that's a stickler for the rules and Richard is, like, idk, the guy at base chained to a desk telling them where to go over a radio and bitterly resenting not being in an active job, THAT WOULD NOT BE GOOD.)And then it will soon be November, and then that's nearly December, which is nearly Christmas. Fa la la la la, la la la la etc. Shut up, I'm feeling yuletide-y.
* To add insult to literal injury, my mother tells me it was a really good cake: chocolate sponge with good chocolate icing in the middle, that kind of moist-yet-good sponge as well, with chocolate buttons on the top with smarties scattered around on the plate. D:
HOW ARE ALL OF YOU? TELL ME THINGS PLZ.
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Date: 2007-10-15 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-16 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-15 06:44 pm (UTC)You are not the most useless person in the world, it is your luck and your health that are clearly deficient in the usefulness departmant, my darlink.
Did they not save you any cake? Really? EVIL.
TOP GEAR WAS SO FRAKKING HILARIOUS LAST NIGHT. I NEARLY DIED CACKLING. James and his pipe, James being So Very English, CABIN BOY!, James and Richard drinking tea floating in the sea, them reaching France, Richard flailing off the boat......so funny.
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Date: 2007-10-16 07:22 pm (UTC)Giggling Nomles is good! How is university life treating you this year? Better?
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Date: 2007-10-16 09:29 pm (UTC)Oh my darling, university life is SO much better this year. I really should have been in halls last year. I have First Year roommates (well, they live in the rooms next door etc) to watch Black Books and quote Potter Puppet Pals with. Archaeology Soc keeps on being groovy and I'm much more relaxed and positive as a Wise Second Year.
....I still miss my Moog though. :(
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Date: 2007-10-15 07:21 pm (UTC)Things to tell: I have a boyfriend! A lovely one called Jon who brings me good DVDs when I feel sad! I'm just so excited!
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Date: 2007-10-16 07:23 pm (UTC)Hurrah for boyfriend! Bigger hurrah for him being a lovely one! I'm very happy for youuuu.
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Date: 2007-10-16 07:28 pm (UTC)I really need to stop telling everyone. People must be sick of me by now.
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Date: 2007-10-15 09:15 pm (UTC)2. IF RIONA DOESN'T MAKE YOU WRITE IT THEN I WILL MAKE YOU WRITE IT. (also FRANCE SERIOUSLY HOW)
3. But were the chocolate buttons arranged to make the word "gay"?
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Date: 2007-10-16 07:26 pm (UTC)2) OH GOD NO, I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THE INSANITY (that may be a thing I write whilst sitting next to you, and if so, you may hear 'GET OFF THE PLANE CONTROLS, RANDOM FLYING AARDVARK' more often than 'FUCKING KISS'. I warn you now.
3) NO THEY WERE NOT. This is for shame on their part, I feel. Never mind that their daughter is only three. Initiate her into slash at a young age and all will be well for her. Obviously.
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PS: That icon is a masterpiece: I have it saved on my computer and look at it from time to time with a silly grin on my face.
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Date: 2007-10-15 09:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-16 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-15 10:05 pm (UTC)downup there and rough up your immune system until IT DECIDES TO BEHAVE.(Y'hear that, Immune System? I'm-a rollin' up my sleeves right now. I'm also...yeah, shutting up.)
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Date: 2007-10-16 07:27 pm (UTC)SHACKALACK, SHACKALACK, SHE'S OUR GAL
IF SHE CAN'T BEAT THEM, SHE'S STILL...our pal?
MY RHYMING SKILLZ FTL.
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Date: 2007-10-18 07:40 pm (UTC)Poor baby. *CUDDLES*
Life has been distinctly ODD lately, and I have a feeling I should be working harder at this A-Level lark...Oh dear...XD