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Nov. 20th, 2005 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againMmm. MMMMMMMMMMM. I don't know how much my utter crankiness has been apparent over the last few days but I've been *really* irritated with everything. Reading my f-list, listening to people, with my internet, I'm amazed I haven't committed murder out of sheer annoyance in the last few days. And then I got back to Lancaster today, waved off the 'rents, had a cup of coffee and... bliss. This is my happy place. I have plenty of food, I have fic to write, stuff to do, a trip to Cardiff to look forward to in a few weeks... Happy. Place. I'm now mortified over anything I may have said or done over the last few days that might've pissed people off. I gravel grovel at your feet.
I meant that grovelling remark more seriously than it came out. Hhmm.
But! The sudden realisation that I have been filled with bitter snark for the last few days had made me realise that I shouldn't let things get to me so much. I mean, people using totally innocent smiley faces has pissed me off more than once in the last few days. How insane is that?
But, before I become quiet and unobtrusive and accepting of everything, I'm still sorry Roger lost. Yes, I too get the urge to hang him upside-down by his ankles sometimes and throw wet sponges at him until he agrees to stop winning so many damn matches but... *record*. *Masters Cup*. Be honest. Who had the year that made them the most deserving to be crowned 'Master' at the end?
Though, he probably didn't need another car. Or another trophy. And maybe this will shut the commentators up a little, not that mine actually spend all that much time *just* kissing Roger's ass -- still a little too much time though, yes -- and give them a little perspective. But, and I've used that word far too much in this entry, but, I'm still sticking by my boring little Swiss, no matter how much his ego was starting to stick when he walked through doorways. He does try. Can you imagine if say, Lleyton could play like Roger, or if it was Ljubicic who'd won five out of the last eight Grand Slams? I'd probably have stopped watching tennis.
Have a horrible day tomorrow, mainly because I didn't do any work this last week and I need to spend tomorrow catching up inbetween seminars. If I have to write "New paragraphs need indenting or an extra line break between them" on *one* more creative writing piece, I will cry. These are second year creative writing students; if they don't understand the basics of paragraphing, who does?
Again, sorry if I've been cranky these last few days. I'm now worried what it's going to be like being at home for a month over Christmas. o_O Maybe I should ban myself from LJ.
Night!
I meant that grovelling remark more seriously than it came out. Hhmm.
But! The sudden realisation that I have been filled with bitter snark for the last few days had made me realise that I shouldn't let things get to me so much. I mean, people using totally innocent smiley faces has pissed me off more than once in the last few days. How insane is that?
But, before I become quiet and unobtrusive and accepting of everything, I'm still sorry Roger lost. Yes, I too get the urge to hang him upside-down by his ankles sometimes and throw wet sponges at him until he agrees to stop winning so many damn matches but... *record*. *Masters Cup*. Be honest. Who had the year that made them the most deserving to be crowned 'Master' at the end?
Though, he probably didn't need another car. Or another trophy. And maybe this will shut the commentators up a little, not that mine actually spend all that much time *just* kissing Roger's ass -- still a little too much time though, yes -- and give them a little perspective. But, and I've used that word far too much in this entry, but, I'm still sticking by my boring little Swiss, no matter how much his ego was starting to stick when he walked through doorways. He does try. Can you imagine if say, Lleyton could play like Roger, or if it was Ljubicic who'd won five out of the last eight Grand Slams? I'd probably have stopped watching tennis.
Have a horrible day tomorrow, mainly because I didn't do any work this last week and I need to spend tomorrow catching up inbetween seminars. If I have to write "New paragraphs need indenting or an extra line break between them" on *one* more creative writing piece, I will cry. These are second year creative writing students; if they don't understand the basics of paragraphing, who does?
Again, sorry if I've been cranky these last few days. I'm now worried what it's going to be like being at home for a month over Christmas. o_O Maybe I should ban myself from LJ.
Night!
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Date: 2005-11-20 11:59 pm (UTC)*clings*
Maybe just restrict yourself? It sometimes works for me.
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Date: 2005-11-21 01:42 am (UTC)I have already said my piece about TMC over in my journal and as I said there, that's all I'll say on it.