[There was here a bunch of incomprehensibility which came out of someone I shouldn't care about having done something really stupid, and my being pleased about it.
I then went on to wish someone else I'm perfectly within my rights to care about would be more like the person I shouldn't care about. Only, obviously, without doing really stupid things. ~shakes head~ I'm really odd.]
Anyway. Morning all. I really have to get some packing done today, so if I post again, will everyone please shout at me and tell me to go pack?
Cheers m'dears. ~throws glitter~
And, y'know, UserInfo. Bounce. Still. 'Cause...yeah. ~smile~
I do have a life, it's just in storage.
...Sports Day has been cancelled. ~cheering~
No, I wasn't going to be involved in it anyway, but Sports Days would go in my (television version) Room 101 and I'm so glad they forgot to schedule a reserve day this year.
But, ick. Why can't they ever give us decent food here? ~shudder~
Ah well. Coke is required anyway.
I keep dreaming about people on LJ - the most unexpected ones, too. I wish I could control who I dreamed about...~s~
Look at me not packing. Watch me flaunt my not-packing-ness. ~sigh~
I only have two days left until my parents turn up with the car and expect there to be bags and things to put in it.
I shall now go and actually pack. Because however tired and useless I am atm, it has occurred to me that the only people who really care whether I pack or not are me and my parents.
Which is perfectly justified.
So, packing. Yes.
...~blinks~ If only to get away from whoever's playing the Star Wars theme in the hall. Sheesh.
Suddenly and randomly got e-mail from someone who I met in Duraniedom, who stayed at my house the New Year-before-last, attempted to get me into bed, and was generally irritating while she was there. Having resisted all her advances and lent her my Queer As Folk video (thank god I didn't give her Velvet Goldmine as well) I was unsurprised but pissed off when she refused to speak to me again, even when I was just asking for my video back.
Now she sends me e-mail apologising for taking so long to get back in touch, and asking to share fanfic with me.
Ick. I shall have to write back, I'm just not sure what to say. I don't really take kindly to people who try and physically drag me into bed. In my own home.
...I really wish I drank alcohol.
This would be such a good time to get really, really drunk.
I guess it's time to turn off the old emotions and load up on caffeine instead.
I hate turning my emotions off, dammit.
But, you know. I've cried enough the last few days. I've broken enough stuff today.