Women are from Venus, men are from Mars.
Oct. 7th, 2006 02:36 amWe just achieved our first "please-shut-up-there-are-people-trying-to-sleep" request of the year. Um. Oops? In addition, one of our new freshers told me and K earlier (we were playing the 'offering-something-to-her-only-to-snatch-it-back-when-she-reaches-for-it game) that we don't act like third year students. Haven't quite worked out yet if that's a good thing or not. On the plus side it is indicative that I'm having MUCH MORE FUN than I did overall last year. Seriously, I was not so much with the happy bunny face this time a year ago, for whatever reason. It's a relief to have final year kicking off on a much better note.
We played Mario Kart. *harts on K's bf knowing flats full of guys who have fun things like GameCubes* God I've missed it, even though I sucked beyond belief after so long without a GC.
Tomorrow I think a trip into town may be called for to search for black tissue paper for my as-yet-un-started Cool Wall. Wow. My life is filled with importance right now. I'm so caught up in boredom that I kept forgetting how I'm turning twenty-one in a mere twenty days. BUT I DON'T ACT MY AGE SO IT'S OKAY. Yes.
If I say it enough, it'll be the truth.
edit: And all it takes is one thing to fill me with pure, unadulterated disgust. Come on, fic is organic and spontaeneous and liable to change, sure, but what? There comes a point when you have to ask, do I really know the purpose behind this story and if I don't, why am I writing?
Shite, writing. Seminars start next week. Um. Maybe I need to think about that rather than playing Lemmings some more.
edit: Oh! Oh! Something else!! Top Gear is filming again and "We remain committed to the future of Top Gear" says a BBC spokeswoman. Score for the petrolheads! Go fume over that for a while ever you critics! HAH.
This is a little more worrying. To be honest, I don't know if I could watch footage of his crash. I really don't. Maybe, if it does take six months but any earlier? Perhaps maybe *ever*?
Chills down my spine just thinking about it.
We played Mario Kart. *harts on K's bf knowing flats full of guys who have fun things like GameCubes* God I've missed it, even though I sucked beyond belief after so long without a GC.
Tomorrow I think a trip into town may be called for to search for black tissue paper for my as-yet-un-started Cool Wall. Wow. My life is filled with importance right now. I'm so caught up in boredom that I kept forgetting how I'm turning twenty-one in a mere twenty days. BUT I DON'T ACT MY AGE SO IT'S OKAY. Yes.
If I say it enough, it'll be the truth.
edit: And all it takes is one thing to fill me with pure, unadulterated disgust. Come on, fic is organic and spontaeneous and liable to change, sure, but what? There comes a point when you have to ask, do I really know the purpose behind this story and if I don't, why am I writing?
Shite, writing. Seminars start next week. Um. Maybe I need to think about that rather than playing Lemmings some more.
edit: Oh! Oh! Something else!! Top Gear is filming again and "We remain committed to the future of Top Gear" says a BBC spokeswoman. Score for the petrolheads! Go fume over that for
This is a little more worrying. To be honest, I don't know if I could watch footage of his crash. I really don't. Maybe, if it does take six months but any earlier? Perhaps maybe *ever*?
Chills down my spine just thinking about it.