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It's windy enough to blow the house away tonight. Kinda wishing I'd bought The Wizard of Oz when I thought about it the other day; it'd either be appropriate for the weather, or a guidebook for what to expect when the house does blow away.

I wish the Wizard of Oz episode of Scrubs would come on now. It'd be one of those awesomely weird coincidences.

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Today I stuffed about six hundred envelopes. I was starting to climb the walls, until I went to pick up the last three boxes of questionnaires (better than the *five* my boss freaked me out by promising) and found that they'd all been printed without addresses. Which, since they're all matched to student by barcode, rendered them useless and made me guilt-free over asking for the rest of the week off (to be here if the guys doing the bathroom need anything while the 'rents are at work, I'm not just lazy - okay, not only just lazy). The other two girls can finish up the boxes when they get reprinted; if I see another envelope in the next week, I will scream.

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Why could I get tickets from Lancaster to London for £20 but the cheapest I can get from here - at least an hour *closer* - is £41? That is illogical. We are most displeased.

Though- I just checked the same days, same times, for the weekend *before* Easter... and it's £17.20. Uh, kindoftrouble...

Seriously, not amused British transport system. Go and move to FAILSWORTH.

(One of the questionnaries I enveloped today was going to an actual place called Failsworth. It made all those six hundred envelopes worth it.)

Bah. Stupid train fares. -_-

So another episode of Scrubs I haven't seen, involving Dr. Cox's Porsche (which Top Gear has me saying Poor-shah, even when everyone else says Poor-ssh. It's not annoying at all, really) and what, was I dead during series four or something? May have to beg K to get the episodes I'm missing from the bf who I know has the complete collection. Or, just get him to come over next year with his removable hard-drive and hey, have I mentioned how much I love that K is back next door to me next year? No? I love it beyond *words*.

Room is a disaster of sorting-through-junk. Am surprisingly unbothered by this, given that one of my wardrobes is compltely tidy for the first time in, well, ever.

edit: Also, I got a letter from uni this morning along the lines of "Congratulations on doing well this year, OMG IF YOU SCREW IT UP NEXT YEAR YOU WILL BE A DISAPPOINTMENT TO QUEEN, COUNTRY AND FLUFFY LITTLE ANIMALS EVERYWHERE!!eleventy-one!!!"

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Okay, not in so many *words*. More encouraging and less terrifying. My main reason for being happy with it is that it cheered the parentals up enough to stop asking if I've sent off my CV to job agencies yet.

That would be no, I haven't. Don't even ask if I've written it yet.

I hate heat. I feel sucky and because I feel sucky I'm staring longingly at the first season of Scrubs on play.com. Season two has better special features but I already have more episodes of it and it's... well, pointless.

I do not need it. Especially since I've spent a fortune on clothes in the last couple of days, half of which have to be changed because they're too small. -_- I'm a small person dammit! How small do you think people should be?!

Okay, so mainly I'm annoyed because I was too stupid to try them on first, but... hot.

Play.com is aware that with the prices the way they are, you can buy seasons 1-3 cheaper individually than in the 'special box set' they're trying to flog, right? Sigh. I don't even know why I'm looking. Stop looking!

It's with a mild sense of horror that I realise I've accomplished nothing in the last week. Absolutely nothing. My existence this week has been a waste of the Earth's oxygen. I really need to get in gear because it's not far off being August and... well, I'm damn well not wasting the entire summer. Because my father would never let me forget it for a start.

Eight episodes of Scrubs down, another oh, twenty billion to go. And the voice in my head *already* sounds like J.D.

So far, I've concluded that J.D./Dr. Cox is I think more obvious than J.D./Turk, Jordan would probably be involved at least once and one of my favourite episodes on a purely technical level is 01x15 My Bed Banter, because *damn* it's well put together.

...Can you tell that it's the hottest day on record in Wales and my body chose today, of all days, to wake up with cramps? Yeah. So. How you doin'? ;)

There are no words for how much I need an "I'm melting!" icon.

edit: It's amazing how much I *don't care* that I'm slowly cooking, simply because I'm finallyfinally reading Scrubs slash. Ah internets. Thou ownest mine soul.

I get dinner out later too. For a day that looked bad from the outset, it's shaping up pretty damn shiny after all. :D

edit: Wisdom teeth. Specifically, tooth. Ow. Ow. Unfortunately even if I wanted to go see a dentist, I can't because I don't have one.

Last time I ignored it and it went away. *ponders* I like said strategy.