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Home. Bored. I've been home less than two hours and already I'm bored. Not to mention it took me three trains, three buses and a good thirty-five or so combined minutes of walking to get here. Next time my parents ask me to travel from university to home/vice versa without them giving me a lift at any point, I'm making them do the whole damn journey first so they know exactly what an utter pain in the arse it is. Seriously, people who live a six hour car trip away down south can get on one train and sit on it until their destination. Me who lives, at *most*, ninety minutes from Lancaster? Has to spend four hours travelling and take five different means of transportation. It's ridiculous.

Argh, I'm going to go watch Spaced to see if it gets me out of the bad mood I've been mired in since this morning. My house is utterly, *utterly* boring. I've never realised before but it is. The internet didn't work for a while before and I was contemplating packing up Casper and heading back to Lancaster tomorrow out of sheer desperation, because I couldn't imagine staying here with literally nothing to do. Even my room is the most boring place on the planet; I don't know what I was thinking when I choose cream wallpaper. I like *bright colours*. I must've had the dumb the day I chose that.

Spaced. Yes. Though even Simon Pegg might fail in the face of my cranky today.

edit: Casper just came over for a cuddle. I think he's trying to cheer me up. It's working. :)