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Okay, so I don't know how many people have really noticed I have been 'missing' from LJ lately. Maybe if you have, you just noticed that I am no longer replying to posts and maybe that just makes you think I've stopped reading a certain fanfiction or watching a certain comm or whatever.
Yeah, I've still got internet problems, been stealing my little bro's connecter thingy (I am SO technically minded when it comes to computer stuff) sometimes, but then I just check emails or hang around on facebook.
The thing other than the internet is time. You know when it just hits you that you're basically wasting your life on the internet?
Well, I never had that thought personally, but I miss reading fanfiction and other people's posts about their lives and random stuff that happens and whatever, so I do not think that LJ is a waste of time, it is still totally awesome.
So, in my absence from the fandom, LJ and most communication with people other than those I already see at least once a week, I understand that some big news has come about.
Today I went through my Flist and read some stuff. I'm not going any further, because I just got up to the mass amount of spoiler posts, and I even yelled at my Dad the other day for even daring to mention anything about the next season of DW
I'm not even thinking about checking out the comms I am a part of. I dread to think how much I will read if I go through it all, and if I didn't think I was wasting my life before, I would most definitely think so AFTER that.
Hmm, so, life outside the internet. I have a friend who is quite obviously trying to kill me (in an I've-never-done-so-much-in-my-life good kind of way), a brother who is now clamouring for what little time I may actually have with comments like "I have fully booked your weekend" and, of course, work. I shall be working until the 24th December... sigh.
Oh, and my interview, I had my uni interview on the 28th November. I think it sucked. A thought which I have been told off for having and telling other people, but the truth is, what I really want to YELL at people is that I don't know "how it went". I have the feeling inside of me, all in my head, that I was crap. And that is not up to anyone else's standards, just mine. I don't know exactly what the interviewers were looking for, I don't know what was going through the interviewers minds. Heck, I don't even know what I said. So basically I don't know, and if you want to argue with me or ask why I think I sucked, please keep that in mind.
Ahh, and holiday in Queensland. Why must people depress me so? I ask about 5 times whether the people who were coming were really, truely going to come or not and then they end up saying to me (this week) "I can't afford it"
Now, I'm not trying to be nasty in trying to make this person come now, because she said she would. I even asked her last week if she was definitely coming.
Also, I haven't got all the money for it. Yes, At some point, I will need some of the money back that I paid to the Real Estate Agent to get the place we're staying. If you didn't want to pay, then why say you were coming?
AND I have no idea how we're getting there. For those that aren't completely sure how big Australia is or where I live in relation to Queensland's Gold Coast, it takes about 14 hours to drive there. While we're there, it will take about a 20min drive to get to the theme parks, so I would like to actually have a car there rather than take public transport, something we can't do if we take a train or plane there. And we actually need a car. I've asked my Dad to get a new one, even offered to pay it off, so I need an answer from him by this weekend or else someone's parents won't let her come. (Why do I even bother asking people for a definite answer in the first place?)
And because I've been sitting at work here writing this, it is now 5.34pm (I finish at 5), I have missed two buses to get home and I'm hungry. I also haven't finished the mail and I have to walk all the way to the post office to post an express post. My desk is a mess too, and I am shaking (more than usual because I usually shake) and one of my work peers has pointed out I should see a doctor because a 22-year-old friend of hers was recently diagnosed with parkinsons. I haven't been to the doctor since I was in school. Gah. Sorry. I will leave now.