Mainly, Tonight? i'm Going to be PISSED OFF!
Seriously, i'm grumpy.
i don't get like this very often - my annoyingly sunny outlook on the World usually tides me over. Plus, my troll-like thick skin offers much protection from the shit Life In General throws at me - but, right now? Pissed. Seriously pissed.
Rah.
Not even over any real reasons. Or rather, over lots of reasons in general (which is generally the way these things go).
i'm now going to list my reasons (please please pay attention to the first one, as it's a minor appeal for help) (feel free to leave after that).
1) The Sib and i are off to Cardiff on Saturday to see the lovely Mr John Barrowman in panto. The trip there is no problemo. It's the trip back that's the bugger.
It seems that Cardiff closes at 10pm on a Saturday night (ha!), or at least the trains do.
How in the Seven Levels of Hell do i get myself and the Sib back to Wolverhampton (or, at a pinch, Manchester) at sometime after 11pm?
2) There is next-to-no Wind in the Willows Mole/Ratty fic.
3) Or even any Wind in the Willows fic, full stop.
4) Christmas was over far to early.
It's the twelve days after Christmas that i like the best. All the rush and bustle has calmed down; no one's trying to kill themselves fitting a bird the size of Tiny Tim into an oven the size of Scrooge's purse; you don't have to do any last minute "What-do-you-mean-i've-got-three-uncles?", "But-we're-not-even-related-to-X!Why-do-we-have-to-get-them-a-present?" "She's-bought-him-WHAT?!But-that's what-i-got-him!" shopping.
(the Sib and i cunningly joined up on presents again this year. Mainly in the hope that we couldn't've both forgotten Auntie H's present. And partly the Sib's ongoing love affair with my debit card. {Eris' Nipples! You wouldn't believe the amount i we spent in Whittards!})
Plus, there's all the neat shit that you got to try out. (Even better, there's everyone else's neat shit to try out!)
But it seems that the moment December 25th is over everyone's smiles turn upside down.
Yes, i know we're all going back to school/Uni/work/the Grind... but! Twelve. Days. Of. Christmas! Yule celebrations. Turkey curry. Apple sauce sandwiches. As-yet-undetonated sprouts. Dies Natalis Solis Invicti. Midwinter banished. January Sales. Leftover chocs.
What's wrong with all you miserable bastards?
5) The Sib goes back to school in the morning, and i will miss her terribly (also: going back to school puts her in the Bad Mood to End All Bad Moods - understandably - and the Sib's Bad Moods put my back right up. And it all goes a bit Green Slime when we're both in Bad Moods.) Plus, she will probably vent her feelings by attempting to get me up with her (NO! Back, foul morning!)
6) It is very cold at the MumMonster's house, and i have arthritis (she has it too, actually, but like that ever stopped her being a narky bugger before). And i am typing. My hands are very cold (despite the gloves) and my bones ache.
7) My ankles, knees and toes are no better.
8) i'm suffering from some sever sun withdrawal. Yes, i know i do a credible impression of a vampire sometimes, but i do like the sun. Yes, i know i'm also slightly allergic to the Sun (no, really. It brings me out in a rash sometimes. No, really!). But i like Sun. i want it back *emo tear*
9) i have decided, two years into the course (well, sort of), that i do not like University. Well, no.
The idea of University - that i adore. All the accompanying perks of being at University - i adore. But me and University, occupying the same space-time continuum - this i do not adore. i do not like it, Sam-I-Am.
Which is a bit of a bugger, since the Big Reason for going to Uni was to avoid getting a job. i would now quite like a job. But...
10) i have no real idea how to get a job. Specifically, the type of job that i would like/be good at/be considered for.
One of my big downfalls is that, well, i'm odd when it comes to jobs. You know the ads on TV? The ones that invite you to leave your dull, dreary, dead-end job and become SOMETHING IN I.T.C.!!!!1!
i always want to do the jobs that they're leaving. i really, really, really don't want a job in I.T.C.(!!!!1!)
i'd quite like something in the field of gardening (pun intended, of course), or catering, or mechanics, or bricklaying, or behind-the-scenes stuff for film and TV, or... hey, undertaking looks quite fun!
i LIKE meaningless repetitive tasks! i LIKE (no matter what anyone tells you) hard work! i LIKE getting my hands dirty. i just don't know anyone who'd LIKE to employ me.
11) i have a number of essays that are due in to various Uni types, like, yesterday. i do not want to do any of them. i REALLY do not want to do any of them if i'm not going to stay at Uni.
...
i still have to do them.
12) i haven't told either of the 'Rentals that i don't want to go back to Uni. And they (along with my not-so-friendly neigbourhood council) have been paying for me to be at Uni.
13) Being under a big cloud of guilt and secrecy makes me an unhappy troll. And an unhappy manic depressive troll = not of the good.
14) i want to go to the pub with episkopos (and anyone else we can drag down there) RIGHT NOW!
15) My sleep patterns are shot to shit. Not terribly unusual, i'll admit, but it's pissing me (and everyone else) off. Plus, i'm missing out on lots of fun.
16) Some buggers burned down the Library of Alexandria (yes, i know it was a long time ago - but i'm still bitter).
Ah, nuts.
Can i take up hibernation as part of my religion?
i don't get like this very often - my annoyingly sunny outlook on the World usually tides me over. Plus, my troll-like thick skin offers much protection from the shit Life In General throws at me - but, right now? Pissed. Seriously pissed.
Rah.
Not even over any real reasons. Or rather, over lots of reasons in general (which is generally the way these things go).
i'm now going to list my reasons (please please pay attention to the first one, as it's a minor appeal for help) (feel free to leave after that).
1) The Sib and i are off to Cardiff on Saturday to see the lovely Mr John Barrowman in panto. The trip there is no problemo. It's the trip back that's the bugger.
It seems that Cardiff closes at 10pm on a Saturday night (ha!), or at least the trains do.
How in the Seven Levels of Hell do i get myself and the Sib back to Wolverhampton (or, at a pinch, Manchester) at sometime after 11pm?
2) There is next-to-no Wind in the Willows Mole/Ratty fic.
3) Or even any Wind in the Willows fic, full stop.
4) Christmas was over far to early.
It's the twelve days after Christmas that i like the best. All the rush and bustle has calmed down; no one's trying to kill themselves fitting a bird the size of Tiny Tim into an oven the size of Scrooge's purse; you don't have to do any last minute "What-do-you-mean-i've-got-three-uncles?", "But-we're-not-even-related-to-X!Why-do-we-have-to-get-them-a-present?" "She's-bought-him-WHAT?!But-that's what-i-got-him!" shopping.
(the Sib and i cunningly joined up on presents again this year. Mainly in the hope that we couldn't've both forgotten Auntie H's present. And partly the Sib's ongoing love affair with my debit card. {Eris' Nipples! You wouldn't believe the amount i we spent in Whittards!})
Plus, there's all the neat shit that you got to try out. (Even better, there's everyone else's neat shit to try out!)
But it seems that the moment December 25th is over everyone's smiles turn upside down.
Yes, i know we're all going back to school/Uni/work/the Grind... but! Twelve. Days. Of. Christmas! Yule celebrations. Turkey curry. Apple sauce sandwiches. As-yet-undetonated sprouts. Dies Natalis Solis Invicti. Midwinter banished. January Sales. Leftover chocs.
What's wrong with all you miserable bastards?
5) The Sib goes back to school in the morning, and i will miss her terribly (also: going back to school puts her in the Bad Mood to End All Bad Moods - understandably - and the Sib's Bad Moods put my back right up. And it all goes a bit Green Slime when we're both in Bad Moods.) Plus, she will probably vent her feelings by attempting to get me up with her (NO! Back, foul morning!)
6) It is very cold at the MumMonster's house, and i have arthritis (she has it too, actually, but like that ever stopped her being a narky bugger before). And i am typing. My hands are very cold (despite the gloves) and my bones ache.
7) My ankles, knees and toes are no better.
8) i'm suffering from some sever sun withdrawal. Yes, i know i do a credible impression of a vampire sometimes, but i do like the sun. Yes, i know i'm also slightly allergic to the Sun (no, really. It brings me out in a rash sometimes. No, really!). But i like Sun. i want it back *emo tear*
9) i have decided, two years into the course (well, sort of), that i do not like University. Well, no.
The idea of University - that i adore. All the accompanying perks of being at University - i adore. But me and University, occupying the same space-time continuum - this i do not adore. i do not like it, Sam-I-Am.
Which is a bit of a bugger, since the Big Reason for going to Uni was to avoid getting a job. i would now quite like a job. But...
10) i have no real idea how to get a job. Specifically, the type of job that i would like/be good at/be considered for.
One of my big downfalls is that, well, i'm odd when it comes to jobs. You know the ads on TV? The ones that invite you to leave your dull, dreary, dead-end job and become SOMETHING IN I.T.C.!!!!1!
i always want to do the jobs that they're leaving. i really, really, really don't want a job in I.T.C.(!!!!1!)
i'd quite like something in the field of gardening (pun intended, of course), or catering, or mechanics, or bricklaying, or behind-the-scenes stuff for film and TV, or... hey, undertaking looks quite fun!
i LIKE meaningless repetitive tasks! i LIKE (no matter what anyone tells you) hard work! i LIKE getting my hands dirty. i just don't know anyone who'd LIKE to employ me.
11) i have a number of essays that are due in to various Uni types, like, yesterday. i do not want to do any of them. i REALLY do not want to do any of them if i'm not going to stay at Uni.
...
i still have to do them.
12) i haven't told either of the 'Rentals that i don't want to go back to Uni. And they (along with my not-so-friendly neigbourhood council) have been paying for me to be at Uni.
13) Being under a big cloud of guilt and secrecy makes me an unhappy troll. And an unhappy manic depressive troll = not of the good.
14) i want to go to the pub with episkopos (and anyone else we can drag down there) RIGHT NOW!
15) My sleep patterns are shot to shit. Not terribly unusual, i'll admit, but it's pissing me (and everyone else) off. Plus, i'm missing out on lots of fun.
16) Some buggers burned down the Library of Alexandria (yes, i know it was a long time ago - but i'm still bitter).
Ah, nuts.
Can i take up hibernation as part of my religion?