*looks around warily* Oh, cool, an ice storm. That'll make the drive tomorrow loads more fun!
I AM CONNECTED TO THE INTERNETS!
WIRELESSLY. In my ROOM.
THERE IS NO WIRELESS INTERNET IN THIS HOUSE AND MY NEIGHBOURS ARE ALL DRUNKEN WELFARE OVERWEIGHT PEOPLE WHO HAVE TOO MANY KIDS AND CAN'T AFFORD IT AND/OR ARE TOO OLD TO KNOW HOW TO USE EMAIL.
What the bloody fuck?
Now, this would seem, to the outside observer, to be a good thing. Except for the fact that I am going back to sackville in five hours, and this entire week I have been sitting in a un-heated attic, which is cut off from the rest of the heat in the house by stairs and a whole separate room, and it was the bloody end of february!
I was motherfucking cold!
FOR NO REASON!!
This is somehow all my brother's fault. He told me there was no wireless. Lying bastard conservative spawn.
He's not getting a birthday present. Hmph.
Oh, but I've finally seen Forrest Gump, or most of it. Damn you Tom Hanks for sneakily breaking down the wall of ice/cynicism that surrounds my heart. Damn you for making me care! *shakes fist*
I'm also almost sure I'm going to England this summer. However...I've a bad feeling that Dad's going to want to plan my summer. Let me tell you, the only thing that can cramp 'style' more than a tagalong dad, is a tagalong dad in a wheelchair.
...erk, that was mean again. But damn, my family over there is batshit. BATSHIT. OF THE INSANE KIND! But...England. And Europe's so close... *dilemmas*
But in other news, Chris Kane is playing over there. The London shows are sold out, but I'm looking into transportation to the other cities. And now I'm off to watch 'her minor thing'.
WIRELESSLY. In my ROOM.
THERE IS NO WIRELESS INTERNET IN THIS HOUSE AND MY NEIGHBOURS ARE ALL DRUNKEN WELFARE OVERWEIGHT PEOPLE WHO HAVE TOO MANY KIDS AND CAN'T AFFORD IT AND/OR ARE TOO OLD TO KNOW HOW TO USE EMAIL.
What the bloody fuck?
Now, this would seem, to the outside observer, to be a good thing. Except for the fact that I am going back to sackville in five hours, and this entire week I have been sitting in a un-heated attic, which is cut off from the rest of the heat in the house by stairs and a whole separate room, and it was the bloody end of february!
I was motherfucking cold!
FOR NO REASON!!
This is somehow all my brother's fault. He told me there was no wireless. Lying bastard conservative spawn.
He's not getting a birthday present. Hmph.
Oh, but I've finally seen Forrest Gump, or most of it. Damn you Tom Hanks for sneakily breaking down the wall of ice/cynicism that surrounds my heart. Damn you for making me care! *shakes fist*
I'm also almost sure I'm going to England this summer. However...I've a bad feeling that Dad's going to want to plan my summer. Let me tell you, the only thing that can cramp 'style' more than a tagalong dad, is a tagalong dad in a wheelchair.
...erk, that was mean again. But damn, my family over there is batshit. BATSHIT. OF THE INSANE KIND! But...England. And Europe's so close... *dilemmas*
But in other news, Chris Kane is playing over there. The London shows are sold out, but I'm looking into transportation to the other cities. And now I'm off to watch 'her minor thing'.