So maybe it's not the end of the world.

I admit, I was only frustrated earlier because I'd turned down a beautiful pair of dragon-design trousers the other day, and an absolutely gorgeous fluffy denim jacket today - both on sale, both affordable - on the basis that I had other things I wanted to buy more and couldn't afford all of them. Only to discover that I couldn't find the other things I wanted and could've afforded the pretty, *pretty* clothes but it was too late to go back for them because they'll have gone by tomorrow. Not exactly the worst dilemma in the world, apart from a certain wanting-to-kick-myself-for-being-stupid factor but combined with lack of sleep and parents driving me beyond crazy and wanting to be back in Lancaster to the point where I was willing to *walk* there, it all sort of added up to a horribly frustrating day that should've been filled with fun and shopping. By the time I got to Borders, I wasn't even in the mood to buy anything because I was so fed up. *sighs* I need to get back to uni and away from the parents, because they're winding me up something awful. The amount of police helicopters I'm blowing up on GTA III to vent my frustration is increasing by the hour (I think I'm on at least eight or nine by now. I actually got a wanted level of five today for the first time, and that should not make me as happy as it did. I knew buying that game again was a bad idea) and as infinite as their supply of helicopters seems to be, there is a limit to how many can be blown up before it just gets dull.

But, computer-based rampages failing me, I bought one of the Top Gear DVDs off play.com with the money that I hadn't spent on the beautiful jacket and I've literally just this second seen the wonderful words "Finalization is complete" due to the blank Sony DVDs I bought today that actually work. Ah, bliss. Plus I have what, maybe... thirty six hours-ish before I'm back in Lancaster? My day has improved (though I'm still mourning that jacket. Sigh.) I even resisted the Doctor Who magazine in Borders, though I had a giggle when a huge guy in a leather jacket leaned past me and I stepped out the way, expecting him to go for something tough and manly, like the car or sport magazines, only for him to grab the same Doctor Who one I was flicking through soley to admire the pictures of David Tennant. What do they say about books and covers? Hhhmm, I wonder if he wanted it for the Tennant pictures too?

Right now, I'm still trying to clear the Sky+ box by DVDing everything. I couldn't face DVDing the Roger-Nalbandian match and it was taking up too much space to keep, so it's gone. Which cuts the time I have to spend recording stuff down considerably but still, might be tricky to get everything done by Saturday morning. At least I can sleep all day Sunday if I want. ;)

I love BBC3 for having no adverts. Think I'll have a nap while Doctor Who's recording. Mmmmm. Regular sleeping hours. What are they again?

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Oh packing. How I love thee not. I'm determined not to come home at all this term and then I might be staying an extra two weeks over the Easter break to get at least some, hopefully most, of my insane amount of portfolios and projects done. However the whole prospect of an entire three months, or near as to be the same thing, without coming home is sending my packing habits into the land of crazy. I keep putting things back thinking "It's not essential" only to pick it up again two minutes later thinking "BUT IT MIGHT BE IN THE NEXT THIRTEEN WEEKS OMG *clings*". Don't even talk to me about packing the computer and the printer up. That's for 3am when I've done everything else and my arms are about to fall off from carrying things downstairs. *Every* time it ends up like this. You'd think that having done this... eight times already, I'd be good at it but no. ;-) I never realised how much crap I consider essential until I went to uni.

But since I'm mired in the land of packing until tomorrow morning, and then I'll be setting the computer up and unpacking, I'll probably disappear until tomorrow night. *Hopefully* not longer, *touches wood*, given that I have the laptop as a backup if the desktop refuses the internet, but this is Lancaster internet and they do love to wind me up something awful. But hey, if that happens I can at least voice post so all is not lost. :) Shouldn't disappear for too long.

Tomorrow night cannot come fast enough. :D

edit: Oh and one more thing for kindoftrouble - you think we should, just for a laugh? Bizarrely they need equal numbers of girls and boys, so I was thinking you, me, your dad, my dad... not that we'd get tickets probably but hey, maybe in 2010 they'd get back to us or something you know? ;-)

Right. Packing.