(no subject)

*stares mournfully at the sudden torrential rain* I was meant to be in town about an hour ago. Yeah, not so much. (Though more due to lazy than the weather.)

... WHY ARE YOU SUNNY NOW? WHY? Bloody British weather.

No, I didn't actually have anything to say. Just complaining about the weather. I have to do it every so often; irrepressible British trait.

I think I need some caffeine to wake me up. Possibly injected in some highly refined form because I should not be this tired. -_-

edit: In less I-am-a-lazy-bum-and-shall-advertise-this-fact news, esteemed father is currently in Texas and I have it via esteemed mother that he's bought me the genuine cowboy hat I begged him for. Whether or not it's bright purple which she hinted it might be remains to be seen (I hope it's not because then I wouldn't be able to wear it without feeling completely daft) but the main point here. COWBOY. HAT.

(Anyone from Texas who'd like to hit me with something heavy for the tourist-ness via family member at this point is more than welcome. It's just, I've always wanted one and it was too good an opportunity to pass up.)

Also? If he has got me one, then I owe him like a million brownie points. Which means no not-speaking to him this summer. Alas.

(no subject)

WHY ARE MY PARENTS SO BLOODY AWKWARD?!

So. Looks like I'll be going home two days after my exam. Only to come home AGAIN less than five days after I'm back here again. Because my stupid parents don't want to give their stupid weekend up, even though if they waited another week I'd be home for four months.

I? Am not even slightly amused.