But no! The Gnomes of Fate decided my life has been filled with the uncomplicated lately and from half five onwards phone calls and texts have come trickling in, each designed to make my life that little bit more complicated. Helped wonderfully by the fact that I now have a grand total of 1p of phone credit and no money in my back account.
Why do you hate me gnomes? What did I do?
One specific phone call from the parental now means I'll be spending the rest of the night in the company of Simon Pegg's commentary on Big Nothing and many, many bags and boxes as I pack up my stuff two days earlier than I thought at 4:30pm this afternoon. Everything else is being poked and prodded in a faintly despairing attempt to make it fit around said parental's arrival at lunchtime. Maybe. Sometime around then. If I gave them a timeframe like that I'd get hung up on. Add to this the fact that it's slowly dawning on me how much I don't want to leave and I swear, I will break the next thing that annoys me.
And oh Jesus I need to empty and clean the big fish tank too, crap crap crap. My parents owe me for this.
IN OTHER NEWS OF THE GOOD AND SHINY KIND. I figured out how to add extra space between my journal entries. Plus. Miko made us delicious sushi last night and the birthday cake I made for her and K turned out wonderful (already have a tag for cake. Am genius.) Plus. At least one of the annoying things tomorrow has been sorted via use of flatmate's phone; as long as the parental is on time, it'll all be shiny. Plus. Went to cinema. Only to see Fantastic Four 2 which was fairly dire (the dialogue was pretty much uniformly cliche with the odd hilarious line that made all the crap worthwhile. "Killed by a rockslide." *sporfles*) but still mildly entertaining. Plus. Henman won today. Plus. Simon Pegg asked me to marry him-- no wait, that's a lie. Actually I'm all out of pluses but life is pretty good regardless of tomorrow's insanity. Except I keep missing Wimbledon but I'm not sending the desktop home with my stuff tomorrow as originally planned for Thursday because I'll be damned if I'm missing four whole days of it. Yes. Dammit.
A gets her degree results tomorrow. I freak out a little more with each person because it reinforces that I'm getting mine Friday. Only, there are five people on this floor alone who'll be walking up at 11:30am to check our results. We all want to walk up by ourselves. There is *one door* out of our flat.
I suspect there may be a slight logistics problem. Hm.
It's taken me like two hours to type this entry and I still haven't started packing. Should probably go do that. Maybe after a bacon and egg sandwich. Mmmmmm. Sandwich.
edit: Also, in light of the suckiness that is me leaving university (ignore that I'm coming back in two weeks for graduation. IT DOESN'T COUNT. REALLY.) have decided to indulge myself in a happy lady-crush on Edgar Wright. Not only is he pretty but he's the only person I've seen outside of superhero movies that could truthfully wear a "Mine is an evil laugh!" shirt. He genuinely has an Evil Overlord laugh. Head thrown back and everything. See? Doctor Evil's laugh wasn't that evil.
It's fantastic.
Why do you hate me gnomes? What did I do?
One specific phone call from the parental now means I'll be spending the rest of the night in the company of Simon Pegg's commentary on Big Nothing and many, many bags and boxes as I pack up my stuff two days earlier than I thought at 4:30pm this afternoon. Everything else is being poked and prodded in a faintly despairing attempt to make it fit around said parental's arrival at lunchtime. Maybe. Sometime around then. If I gave them a timeframe like that I'd get hung up on. Add to this the fact that it's slowly dawning on me how much I don't want to leave and I swear, I will break the next thing that annoys me.
And oh Jesus I need to empty and clean the big fish tank too, crap crap crap. My parents owe me for this.
IN OTHER NEWS OF THE GOOD AND SHINY KIND. I figured out how to add extra space between my journal entries. Plus. Miko made us delicious sushi last night and the birthday cake I made for her and K turned out wonderful (already have a tag for cake. Am genius.) Plus. At least one of the annoying things tomorrow has been sorted via use of flatmate's phone; as long as the parental is on time, it'll all be shiny. Plus. Went to cinema. Only to see Fantastic Four 2 which was fairly dire (the dialogue was pretty much uniformly cliche with the odd hilarious line that made all the crap worthwhile. "Killed by a rockslide." *sporfles*) but still mildly entertaining. Plus. Henman won today. Plus. Simon Pegg asked me to marry him-- no wait, that's a lie. Actually I'm all out of pluses but life is pretty good regardless of tomorrow's insanity. Except I keep missing Wimbledon but I'm not sending the desktop home with my stuff tomorrow as originally planned for Thursday because I'll be damned if I'm missing four whole days of it. Yes. Dammit.
A gets her degree results tomorrow. I freak out a little more with each person because it reinforces that I'm getting mine Friday. Only, there are five people on this floor alone who'll be walking up at 11:30am to check our results. We all want to walk up by ourselves. There is *one door* out of our flat.
I suspect there may be a slight logistics problem. Hm.
It's taken me like two hours to type this entry and I still haven't started packing. Should probably go do that. Maybe after a bacon and egg sandwich. Mmmmmm. Sandwich.
edit: Also, in light of the suckiness that is me leaving university (ignore that I'm coming back in two weeks for graduation. IT DOESN'T COUNT. REALLY.) have decided to indulge myself in a happy lady-crush on Edgar Wright. Not only is he pretty but he's the only person I've seen outside of superhero movies that could truthfully wear a "Mine is an evil laugh!" shirt. He genuinely has an Evil Overlord laugh. Head thrown back and everything. See? Doctor Evil's laugh wasn't that evil.
It's fantastic.
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