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Watched "Last of the Mohicans" last night, and now I can't get the theme music out of my head. YAAAARRRGGHHH!!! Particularly the fast folksy fiddle bit (try saying that over and over again really fast).
And new season of "Top Gear" started last night. Yay for Jeremy Clarkson's bizarre metaphors! Personal favourite: "It corners like a housefly." What the hell is that man on?!?
They do some strange things in that show to test the cars. Like that Lotus something-or-other (I never remember the car names lol, I think it was a hardtop version of the Elise (sp?)): to show off its manoeuvrability, they got an Apache helicopter gunship to chase it round the track, trying to get a missle lock on it! Roflmao! And they had a race to the South of France to prove that a car (in this case, an Astin Martin DR9, which got its own little fridge on the Cool Wall lol) is always better than public transport, even when that transport is the French TGV.
So, anyway, the house is definitely breaking up. Pamela has an offer on a house along the Toome Road somewhere. Joanna is looking with Linda to move outside Belfast. I've got forms to fill out for university accommodation, but I'm kind of uncertain about moving back to halls after *thinks* 4 years. I was wondering if I should text Christina, see if there are any rooms in her house, but my acquaintance with her is pretty casual and it seems, well, mercenary that the first time I bother to message her is to ask if she's got room in the house.
Flip me, it's warm. I'm going to go down town, do a little shopping. I want to get that Damien Rice album, maybe some light trousers too. I hate buying trousers. I need to have someone with me to tell me if they show off my thighs too much; I can never tell.
And new season of "Top Gear" started last night. Yay for Jeremy Clarkson's bizarre metaphors! Personal favourite: "It corners like a housefly." What the hell is that man on?!?
They do some strange things in that show to test the cars. Like that Lotus something-or-other (I never remember the car names lol, I think it was a hardtop version of the Elise (sp?)): to show off its manoeuvrability, they got an Apache helicopter gunship to chase it round the track, trying to get a missle lock on it! Roflmao! And they had a race to the South of France to prove that a car (in this case, an Astin Martin DR9, which got its own little fridge on the Cool Wall lol) is always better than public transport, even when that transport is the French TGV.
So, anyway, the house is definitely breaking up. Pamela has an offer on a house along the Toome Road somewhere. Joanna is looking with Linda to move outside Belfast. I've got forms to fill out for university accommodation, but I'm kind of uncertain about moving back to halls after *thinks* 4 years. I was wondering if I should text Christina, see if there are any rooms in her house, but my acquaintance with her is pretty casual and it seems, well, mercenary that the first time I bother to message her is to ask if she's got room in the house.
Flip me, it's warm. I'm going to go down town, do a little shopping. I want to get that Damien Rice album, maybe some light trousers too. I hate buying trousers. I need to have someone with me to tell me if they show off my thighs too much; I can never tell.