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Aug. 10th, 2006 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againBack from Cardiff intact, despite a man in a mini-bus doing his damndest to crash into the side of our car coming home. Luckily he only scraped the paint and dad proceeded to yell at him and then his boss because it really was this crazy man's fault for being in too much of a hurry. Would've loved to flatten the jerk when his boss mentioned over the phone (car phone so everyone in the car could hear) that the driver'd called him instantly and blamed my dad for *everything*. Crawling little asshole.
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A bird flew through my open window into my room at half six this morning and woke me up fluttering madly around the empty bottles I've got on there. Ushered it back towards the open window and out, cursed it a lot because it took me ages to get back to sleep and thought that was the end of it. Just over an hour later, just when I'd dozed off nicely -- what I swear was the SAME DAMN BIRD did it *again*. After which I admitted defeat and shut my window because, WTF? That makes three birds who've flown *into* my window this summer and one who's actually come inside the room twice. I've never seen them do stuff like this before. Maybe it's a new strain of crazy-inducing bird flu.
Too lazy to go through everything we did in Cardiff and most of it probably wouldn't be interesting enough to be worth the telling. I did go shopping for dissertation books in Forbidden Planet. ^_^ The whole time I was squeeing over how awesome it was to be looking at Sandman and books on Tolkien and have it be official *academic work*. How all the English majors are complaining about having to do the dissertation is beyond me, because *awesome*. Even if looking at The Sandman Papers made me seriously consider writing a new proposal for a dissertation on Sandman instead. Had to give myself a stern talking to because there's no way in hell I could afford to buy all the Sandman books before October, which I'd need to. *wistful* Maybe I should do postgrad after all.
Final note of amusement? Brother managed to sell dad a Keyboard of Awesomeness and almost got him to buy a new laptop too. He's far too good at his job.
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A bird flew through my open window into my room at half six this morning and woke me up fluttering madly around the empty bottles I've got on there. Ushered it back towards the open window and out, cursed it a lot because it took me ages to get back to sleep and thought that was the end of it. Just over an hour later, just when I'd dozed off nicely -- what I swear was the SAME DAMN BIRD did it *again*. After which I admitted defeat and shut my window because, WTF? That makes three birds who've flown *into* my window this summer and one who's actually come inside the room twice. I've never seen them do stuff like this before. Maybe it's a new strain of crazy-inducing bird flu.
Too lazy to go through everything we did in Cardiff and most of it probably wouldn't be interesting enough to be worth the telling. I did go shopping for dissertation books in Forbidden Planet. ^_^ The whole time I was squeeing over how awesome it was to be looking at Sandman and books on Tolkien and have it be official *academic work*. How all the English majors are complaining about having to do the dissertation is beyond me, because *awesome*. Even if looking at The Sandman Papers made me seriously consider writing a new proposal for a dissertation on Sandman instead. Had to give myself a stern talking to because there's no way in hell I could afford to buy all the Sandman books before October, which I'd need to. *wistful* Maybe I should do postgrad after all.
Final note of amusement? Brother managed to sell dad a Keyboard of Awesomeness and almost got him to buy a new laptop too. He's far too good at his job.
