Am bored...
Dec. 8th, 2003 05:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_again... to the point of my head exploding. Only that would be vaguely interesting and ergo, isn't gonna happen. Never thought I'd see the day when I wished for my head to explode.
Went to English. Got given an essay. Decided Martin is evil. Wrote essay badly due to sheer lack of brain-workage. Now Martin has to mark said bad essay. Heh. Got an A on the one I gave in last week though so at least the lesson wasn't a total loss. No university offers yet. Am starting to feel small and inadequate, despite the fact it hasn't even been a week since I got the conformation letter from UCAS. Over-reacting much methinks. Still, it would be nice if at least *someone* showed an inclination to give me an offer. Damn them.
Sent Merc's Christmas pressie and only realised after I'd walked outside marvelling at the cheap postage that it might be going landmail and not airmail. Which means it'll get there.... oh, probably a few days before Christmas 2004. I'm blaming useless woman in front of me in the queue who was sending possibly the *entire* contents of Santa's grotto in individual parcels. Which had to be weighed. And signed for. And have labels stuck on them. And then more labels. AND THEN MORE BLOODY LABELS. By the time I actually *got* to weigh mine I just wanted to leave. Or hit someone. Grrr.
We have lights in our tree outside. Little white twinkly ones. Very badly placed lights because we couldn't reach to arrange them better but they're pretty all the same. Unlike the house on the way into town which is just a giant LIGHTBULB. I swear it needs it's own power station. Jeez. Although it's fairly entertaining to see the cars go all wobbly as they drive past it and try to look at the same time as driving. I should be taking bets on how many will crash. Hmm. Plan.
Do you think all the LotR guys are putting on the kissing and the hugging and tehslashy! ? *ducks angry f-list* No, it just seems.... *everybody* is kissing *everybody*. I mean jeez, there must have been a giant orgy going on in New Zealand if it's all genuine. I- *realises what she just said* Oooohhh.... Shut up Clo. Leave the pretty mental images alone.
I'm gonna have to get a Paid Account again soon. Three icons is hell. Dammit. -_- It means going back to using Paypal and I honestly cannot remember how. I'll do it after Christmas when I've recovered from evil essays somewhat. Hhmm. Maybe I should just make them and post them here for everyone else. What d'you think?
Made a second Wimpy Ichabod wallpaper for Christine which I like much better than my first attempt. If at first you don't succeed....
Run out of things to ramble about now. Love, peace and jelly babies!
Clo
P.S. I CAN'T BOOK THE CAMERA TO FILM THURSDAY MORNING! *panicks* I'm gonna have to ask people to skip lessons and I know I'm *still* not going to finish it. Friday is booked up too. God-damn you camera people for being closed so I couldn't book on Friday! GAAAAAAAAAHHH!
Cl-o's going to fa-il her me-dia,Cl-o's going to fa-il her me-dia......
Went to English. Got given an essay. Decided Martin is evil. Wrote essay badly due to sheer lack of brain-workage. Now Martin has to mark said bad essay. Heh. Got an A on the one I gave in last week though so at least the lesson wasn't a total loss. No university offers yet. Am starting to feel small and inadequate, despite the fact it hasn't even been a week since I got the conformation letter from UCAS. Over-reacting much methinks. Still, it would be nice if at least *someone* showed an inclination to give me an offer. Damn them.
Sent Merc's Christmas pressie and only realised after I'd walked outside marvelling at the cheap postage that it might be going landmail and not airmail. Which means it'll get there.... oh, probably a few days before Christmas 2004. I'm blaming useless woman in front of me in the queue who was sending possibly the *entire* contents of Santa's grotto in individual parcels. Which had to be weighed. And signed for. And have labels stuck on them. And then more labels. AND THEN MORE BLOODY LABELS. By the time I actually *got* to weigh mine I just wanted to leave. Or hit someone. Grrr.
We have lights in our tree outside. Little white twinkly ones. Very badly placed lights because we couldn't reach to arrange them better but they're pretty all the same. Unlike the house on the way into town which is just a giant LIGHTBULB. I swear it needs it's own power station. Jeez. Although it's fairly entertaining to see the cars go all wobbly as they drive past it and try to look at the same time as driving. I should be taking bets on how many will crash. Hmm. Plan.
Do you think all the LotR guys are putting on the kissing and the hugging and tehslashy! ? *ducks angry f-list* No, it just seems.... *everybody* is kissing *everybody*. I mean jeez, there must have been a giant orgy going on in New Zealand if it's all genuine. I- *realises what she just said* Oooohhh.... Shut up Clo. Leave the pretty mental images alone.
I'm gonna have to get a Paid Account again soon. Three icons is hell. Dammit. -_- It means going back to using Paypal and I honestly cannot remember how. I'll do it after Christmas when I've recovered from evil essays somewhat. Hhmm. Maybe I should just make them and post them here for everyone else. What d'you think?
Made a second Wimpy Ichabod wallpaper for Christine which I like much better than my first attempt. If at first you don't succeed....
Run out of things to ramble about now. Love, peace and jelly babies!
Clo
P.S. I CAN'T BOOK THE CAMERA TO FILM THURSDAY MORNING! *panicks* I'm gonna have to ask people to skip lessons and I know I'm *still* not going to finish it. Friday is booked up too. God-damn you camera people for being closed so I couldn't book on Friday! GAAAAAAAAAHHH!
Cl-o's going to fa-il her me-dia,Cl-o's going to fa-il her me-dia......
