rambunctious ramblings [4]
UK in 10 days! and Charis is currently a wreck. well not really a wreck yet. She will increasingly become more and more insane as the date for leaving draws ever nearer. Oh dearie me. ><
I am somehow already thinking of packing, and it's 10 days away from the trip. Colour coordinating my wardrobe is one of the most self ruinous things one can do, and probably proves how much of a brainless ass I'm becoming due to this trip... but I haven't started packing, and I haven't been colour coordinating my wardrobe... so I think I'm still in a redeemable state.
I have actually no idea what I'm talking about but I need to ramble my current state of highness away. I am in an unnecessarily gaspy state and I suppose quickness and shortness of breath is what one commonly experiences during states of extreme excitement... or perhaps orgasms.
(What did I just say but I am too lazy to backtrack oh goodness, I am definitely.... not right in the head.)
Granted, UK isn't all that goes on in my mind but it's definitely a big part of it. So much so that I'm ignoring all my work in favour of becoming more and more anglophiley (English fail.) and listening to things like the Pet Shop Boys (just because David Tennant likes it!) and trying to finish watching Gavin and Stacey and Doctor Who Season 5 and listening to a lot of hard rock, now that is just weird because I hardly ever listen to hard rock, much less voluntarily, and even less, enjoying it, but all three things are happening now. Oh man I am weird high.
Perhaps it's the fact that we're leaving in 10 days that I'm currently in such a mood of slack for my school work, but for UK, I'm going to the library and trying to borrow the text for the plays we're watching, and just epicly reading up and stuff.... if only I could channel some of my anglophile energies into doing so called 'constructive stuff', perhaps I'd be a lot better off. And then maybe my life would be a lot less interesting and eventful.
I realise I started off this post high, but between the high and now, I had dinner, and then I thought about the prospect of getting back physics and maths papers back tmr, and then had a lovely chat with Yvonne darling, of course the chat was lovely, but the topics discussed were less than desirable, and now I'm in a disastrous mood of worry and devastation and general horror.
Oh well. UK in 10 days, 10 days, 10 days.
I am somehow already thinking of packing, and it's 10 days away from the trip. Colour coordinating my wardrobe is one of the most self ruinous things one can do, and probably proves how much of a brainless ass I'm becoming due to this trip... but I haven't started packing, and I haven't been colour coordinating my wardrobe... so I think I'm still in a redeemable state.
I have actually no idea what I'm talking about but I need to ramble my current state of highness away. I am in an unnecessarily gaspy state and I suppose quickness and shortness of breath is what one commonly experiences during states of extreme excitement... or perhaps orgasms.
(What did I just say but I am too lazy to backtrack oh goodness, I am definitely.... not right in the head.)
Granted, UK isn't all that goes on in my mind but it's definitely a big part of it. So much so that I'm ignoring all my work in favour of becoming more and more anglophiley (English fail.) and listening to things like the Pet Shop Boys (just because David Tennant likes it!) and trying to finish watching Gavin and Stacey and Doctor Who Season 5 and listening to a lot of hard rock, now that is just weird because I hardly ever listen to hard rock, much less voluntarily, and even less, enjoying it, but all three things are happening now. Oh man I am weird high.
Perhaps it's the fact that we're leaving in 10 days that I'm currently in such a mood of slack for my school work, but for UK, I'm going to the library and trying to borrow the text for the plays we're watching, and just epicly reading up and stuff.... if only I could channel some of my anglophile energies into doing so called 'constructive stuff', perhaps I'd be a lot better off. And then maybe my life would be a lot less interesting and eventful.
I realise I started off this post high, but between the high and now, I had dinner, and then I thought about the prospect of getting back physics and maths papers back tmr, and then had a lovely chat with Yvonne darling, of course the chat was lovely, but the topics discussed were less than desirable, and now I'm in a disastrous mood of worry and devastation and general horror.
Oh well. UK in 10 days, 10 days, 10 days.