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So I came home from work to to find WIMBLEDON TICKETS. Suddenly this is a Happy Wednesday!

Also don't quote me on this because I have constant paranoia when it comes to being optimistic about seats but- I think we're just to one side of the net in the front row. Entrance D, Row A.This is where D is in the Wimbledon seating plan. And A is the first row. Usually. Right? I won't believe it until we're sitting there. But at the very least we have good seats, even if they aren't front-row-awesome. Which they might be. The only downside is that the Umpire might be in the way and they'll have their backs to us when sitting down but equally they'll be *that close* and many many excellent photo ops in the course of walking to-away from the chairs. And maybe, I don't know. We could sneak out during games and turn the chairs to face us instead of the court and hope they don't notice. They're focusing on their tennis; it's entirely plausible. Ahem.

Please please please, whatever deity out there that I haven't offended yet, make it not rain on June 25th. Please. And please make Roger be on Centre Court. On that day. I'm aware I'm putting conditions in this now but I'll do anything! Okay, nearly anything. Some things. Like, I won't sacrifice a goat but I could be persuaded to sacrifice say, a wasp. Violently, with a newspaper next time one flies into my room. Then everybody wins.

Wimbledon! Wimbledon Wimbledon! *flails* The only downside about the whole trip is that I bought my train tickets yesterday, finally, and for some reason every train down Saturday had three changes and most of them took almost five hours. Which is just stupid when Sunday's trains had one change and took three hours, so I'm going Sunday but that's a day less of having crazy London fun. *sadness* Stupid British rail network. I'm not leaving until almost 4pm Thursday though, so there's four days and Sunday night. Which I'm hoping will have Top Gear. Yay!

Less than a month to go. Dammit. GO QUICKLY.


edit: Of course all this depends on me remembering to pack the tickets to take with me. I command you all - not just kindoftrouble, all of you! if you have any love for my sanity or your own, since I will complain on LJ and IJ at great length for months if I get to Wimbledon and my Centre Court tickets are back in Wales - for the love of smeg, remind me to pack the freaking tickets. June 21st please. Comment, poke me, text me, send me pigeon post, just remind me. Please. I've been known to come back to Wales from university with my wallet and all my cards still in Lancaster. I will almost certainly need reminding and even if I don't, it'll be nice to know I have back-up memories working for me. ^_^

Oh thank fuck for that.

edit: Just occurred to me that maybe this post wasn't an accurate sign of my mind-numbing stress over the last couple of hours. Believe me when I say I was stressed. There's a disgruntled cat who got clung to and hidden behind who'll attest to that.

Oh Roger. You're such a dork. I do love you.

Teehee, evil!SG-1. I love that they were wearing black. Never one to go for the misdirection eh Stargate? So cute.

Brother called too; after the usual "Why are you calling me?" "I need a reason to call my little sister?" "Well you never do without one, so yeah" exchange and after I'd bragged up my getting Stargate series nine and atlantis series 2 on DVD for free - he called me a bitch. Asshole - he was asking when our term finishes and when could I go down for a week to cat-sit and generally take over their house. I said pretty much any time in early July before July 18th when we graduate but I just thought of Wimbledon and when it finishes and went o.O, because I don't want to be on a train to Cardiff when there're Wimbledon matches on.

That said, my brother has the biggest TV ever. Literally, it's like sixty inches or something (okay, that's a wild guess but it's *big*). Which means there's a good chance I'll get to watch the Wimbledon final on it, omgsquee. Watched a bit of Wimbledon on there last year and it looks fantastic. Though, their neighbours are kind of close so no yelling too loud.

Still, giant TV + Wimbledon + empty house = awesome. Besides, he said that going to cat-sit gets me brownie points and if I want to go down in the summer and stay there while I get a job, I'm more than welcome. Which is excellent, because it gives me an out from my parents. Also, *Cardiff*. Much love.

Now if I can just pass this year with a vaguely respectable degree... which means I should probably go do some reading now. Bribe myself with the promise of Cardiff and Wimbledon and Farscape-

- and yeah, I just had the lions and tigers and bears, oh my chant going to that. Grow up? What?

YEARS. OFF. MY. LIFE. YOU BASTARD.

( In case you're watching the final delayed... )

Ho-hum, sitting on the sofa watching tennis. Yayness, especially since Roger won, unsurprisingly but hey, it's still nice. Plus BBC's nifty super-slow camera shots are giving me some shiny things to use in vids if I ever get round to it this summer. Also, Mac and Jimmy were hilarious during the rain delay. *harts on them* Roger and Rafa need to have a big public fight to create some tension between them. None of this "respect him very much, no?" and "we aren't there yet" about the final, stuff. Maybe they should start doing promos like in wrestling. Heh. Or you know, not. ;-) I can just imagine fans spontaeneously combusting.

Roger watches wrestling though, or did. I'm sure he can manage a passable Rock impression. Though the eyebrow, that might take some practise. Oh, I miss Rock and his eyebrow and the sheer amount of *attitude*. Curses on not having any old wrestling on DVD! I wonder if I could hook the video player to the DVD recorder this summer because I have a ton of old Hardys matches and definitely some PPVs. Hm. Now there's an idea for a rainy day.

Ah, nostalgia. Makes you do the craziest things.

edit: I don't know if I can watch Nadal vs Baghdatis. Every interview I've seen with Baghdatis's just made me want to snuggle him more and watching him lose his serve in the opening game, when it's the one thing he said he didn't want to do? Sadness. :(

edit: In other news, yes I am aching from playing tennis yesterday. Shutup. ;)

Because I finally got off my ass to do something today. :)

( Ferrer, Hewitt, Nadal and general Wimbledon )

Tiredtiredtired. I think I might sleep all day Wednesday because mmmm, sleeping and not getting up early and just not having to think about doing *anything*, bliss. This? Has been the insanest of months. Last month. Few weeks.

Yeah, whatever. I shouldn't have to make sense when I've had to get up early.

Need to call hotel to let them know we'll be late. Need to pack... stuff. Need to poke wolves8 for her postcode so we can find her house. Need to do a lot of things and none of them involve going back to sleep on my very tempting bed. So. Damn. Tempting.

I feel like I'm kind of missing things in the tennis slash fandom right now with not being here and aside from not knowing whether that's a good thing or not, I do feel a little guilty that I'm not here to stick my nose into everything. ;) Try not to go 'splodey for me to come back too? Though, I've cast my vote, so to speak, so there's not a lot else I could do if I was here. *shrugs*

So, in a few hours I shall be off to eventually end up at Wimbledon tomorrow. Slightly more organised than last year I think, though we haven't done it yet. I'll let you know how it goes. Hell, I might actually *use* my quota of phone posts for July at this rate. (My Cardiff ones have been backdated to May 30th and June 1st to stop them screwing with my journal layout, because backdating is easier than me working out how to fix it.)

If you happen to be watching Wimbledon tomorrow, look out for us on court one. :) We'll wave. Wimbledon yay!

It's not even noon yet and I've already cleaned some windows. Dude, too energetic this early. Thankfully all I've got to do now is wait for assorted family to come back from picking the moving van up and I can go shopping. Shopping! Mwaha! Vaguely depressing about said shopping is that I'm mostly going to be buying presents for other people but then, I am going to be getting myself a nice shiny keyboard, if my brother has time to come get it with me. (Staff discount people, this is why you should always have siblings who work in techie stores. *glee*) I've also discovered that my brother has the old Snow Patrol albums on his computer. Something else for me to be 'borrowing' I think.

Got slept on by the cat last night. Waking up at four am to find her sprawled across me, using my shoulder as a pillow? So. Cute. Made rolling over or actually moving at all a *little* tricky though. ^_^

My life is dull right now; it's just Cardiff squee. And next week there shall be London and Wimbledon squee. Weather's meant to be getting hot over the weekend; cross your fingers for us that it'll stay nice for Monday. And that Andy will get there, argh.

I wish they'd hurry up and get back already. I'm craving Starbucks.

lossi and/or kindoftrouble, can I beg you into texting me Rafa's results and Andy's later? I'll be twitching the whole way down to Cardiff otherwise. :-)

I've never screamed this much abuse at Roger before. Oh Roger, I love you more than life itself -- even with the blazer my mother just opinioned looks "Pratty" -- but you lose at life when it comes to a Brit winning Wimbledon. ;) I'll be cheering for you just the same next match, when you whether or not you win this.

Now, stop playing so well and let Tim win a set dammit! Fall on your face, get a blister, trip over your shoelaces, all is fair when it comes to Tim and Wimbledon. ;-) Come on Tim!

edit: Oh Tim, you wound my soul. I know it's not gentlemanly but I give you permission to sneak up behind Roger and bop him on the head with your racquet at the changeover.

And McEnroe likes the blazer. :p INTIMIDATION TACTICS. I like that better than the excuse of Roger having no fashion sense.

*amused at the umpire having to try three times to get the crowd to stop the Mexican wave*

edit: Hah, they've postponed the news until after this match. BBC I <3 you.

edit: Commentators advice to Tim:

"Just go over the other side of the net and slap him in the head or something."
"Yeah, take the Roddick approach to Federer."

*is dead with glee*

edit: Oh... Timmy.

edit: Boris looks much smarter this year. I'd be squeeing "BORIS" right now, if they weren't talking about the World Cup.

You might've noticed but this is *Wimbledon*. If this was an English exam, you'd lose points for going off-topic; as it is, you lose at life in my eyes BBC. :p