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Nov. 15th, 2005 12:43 amGot home intact. Unfortunately my bank account didn't; due to the evils of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kindoftrouble and ebay_pierre, when I walked past Waterstones on the way to the station, I thought I'd just see if they had On The Road. Because hey, I had loads of time to waste and it was *open* and waiting in a warm bookshop is better than waiting on a cold station platform. Long story short, I walked out five minutes later with a copy of On the Road. I'm on page thirty-six and I feel vaguely dazed every time I put it down. My god. Why did I not find this book before?
But yes. Evil. I have no money dammit! Fortunately being an English student comes in handy for some things -- I can buy books and not feel quite as guilty because hey, I *study* them. It's in aid of getting a degree. Really.
Kinda works as an excuse. Sort of. Um.
I was glad I bought it though, because it kept me from murdering the small Scottish child who sat next to me on the train to Chester. They'd come all the way from sodding Glasgow; no child should have the energy to bounce up and down, climb over seats and talk at the top of their voice for half an hour after a three or four hour train ride. It's *unnatural*. My mother pointed out that the woman probably sat him next to me -- "Look Casey, the nice lady will let you sit next to her." My face must've been a picture of horror -- in hopes that I'd like children and distract him for her. Instead I curled into the corner, turned up my cd player and buried my face in my book. There are some things I will not do, even for a Scottish accent. Seriously. This was a demon child. He spent a good five minutes making *monster* noises while his mother tried to halfheartedly dissuade him. You could've sat me next to a snarling Rottweiler and I would've been more comfortable.
Monster. Noises. Did I *mention* the demon theory?
But now I'm going to get some sleep, because apparently Roger is playing Ljubicic next and I'm actually interested. I know, I know; an interesting match in this MC? Shock, horror. It's true though, I think it'll be a good match. Worth watching at least.
Around tomorrow, slowly since my home internet seems to be getting worse. I get to start reading for my psychoanalysis essay tomorrow too. If I randomly start bitching about Freud this week, just ignore me and move on. It'll probably be for the best.
He was a nutter though, it's not just me who thinks it. Right?
Clo
kindoftrouble and ebay_pierre, when I walked past Waterstones on the way to the station, I thought I'd just see if they had On The Road. Because hey, I had loads of time to waste and it was *open* and waiting in a warm bookshop is better than waiting on a cold station platform. Long story short, I walked out five minutes later with a copy of On the Road. I'm on page thirty-six and I feel vaguely dazed every time I put it down. My god. Why did I not find this book before? But yes. Evil. I have no money dammit! Fortunately being an English student comes in handy for some things -- I can buy books and not feel quite as guilty because hey, I *study* them. It's in aid of getting a degree. Really.
Kinda works as an excuse. Sort of. Um.
I was glad I bought it though, because it kept me from murdering the small Scottish child who sat next to me on the train to Chester. They'd come all the way from sodding Glasgow; no child should have the energy to bounce up and down, climb over seats and talk at the top of their voice for half an hour after a three or four hour train ride. It's *unnatural*. My mother pointed out that the woman probably sat him next to me -- "Look Casey, the nice lady will let you sit next to her." My face must've been a picture of horror -- in hopes that I'd like children and distract him for her. Instead I curled into the corner, turned up my cd player and buried my face in my book. There are some things I will not do, even for a Scottish accent. Seriously. This was a demon child. He spent a good five minutes making *monster* noises while his mother tried to halfheartedly dissuade him. You could've sat me next to a snarling Rottweiler and I would've been more comfortable.
Monster. Noises. Did I *mention* the demon theory?
But now I'm going to get some sleep, because apparently Roger is playing Ljubicic next and I'm actually interested. I know, I know; an interesting match in this MC? Shock, horror. It's true though, I think it'll be a good match. Worth watching at least.
Around tomorrow, slowly since my home internet seems to be getting worse. I get to start reading for my psychoanalysis essay tomorrow too. If I randomly start bitching about Freud this week, just ignore me and move on. It'll probably be for the best.
He was a nutter though, it's not just me who thinks it. Right?
Clo
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