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My sister just walked in: 'I was just watching a documentary about decapitated bodies...'
*boggles*
*falls about laughing hysterically*
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This is the effect packing has on me. argh stercus stercus stercus** washing still in the dryer!
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Right, I am back, I am temporarily sane. Why is the washing machine still going? I put it on 'short', for goodness sake!
I'm at an awkward stage of packing at which my suitcase is pretty much full, but not entirely. I still have clothes waiting to come out of the washing machine, including the entirity of my underwear, or so it seems. So I still have a fair volume of clothes to pack, and I can't quite work out whether I should concentrate on fitting everything into the suitcase I'm currently using, or whether I should give up and start filling another small suitcase. This problem is compounded by the fact that I rather want to take said small suitcase anyway, because I like it, and it would be useful if I decide to go skipping off to visit friends at other universities. Hm.
Also, I have lost several pairs of tights. This is not as bad as, say, one of my friends, who lost a bra after we'd all spent the night at someone's house - how she lost it, nobody knows, but it still hasn't turned up! - but it is rather annoying as they were cut off tights, and I don't really want to destroy another pair if I don't have to. I remember seeing them somewhere, too, because I realised that I probably wouldn't have needed them at home and I could have left some in a box at uni, but I didn't. And now I just can't find them! *sigh*
I also have a slight problem with my ball dress. It no longer fits as well as it did. This is terribly sad, and awkward, because I love this dress and don't want to have to buy a new one. In any case, that would cost money which I would really rather not spend, and I always seem to have trouble finding dresses I like which are the right shape for me. Anyway, the silver lining to the cloud is that the dress is now too big, which is better than the other way around. And it will probably do, but won't look as good as it used to, I fear (although I probably look better? hopefully).
Anyway. I should probably go and carry on packing, or go to bed, as I'm going to be rather busy tomorrow. My last day of cleaning the church, which I will be glad to be done with, and also doing something with Sam as it's her birthday. I also still have weekly problem questions to do, but quite frankly I am trying not to think about that, as the thought fills me with abject terror. I have attempted two out of three questions, and got ridiculous and utterly wrong answers, and I have no idea why, because as far as I know I started the right way but it made no sense at all, and I've got ended up down a completely irrelevant path, and I don't know what to do. This is why I failed my collection, and I have to do something about this before I fail my degree too, but I don't know what.
So. I am going to go and not think about this now. Except that I need to do the questions. Argh. I also have to fill in a new passport form.
*And this is the effect too much Pratchett has on me.
*boggles*
*falls about laughing hysterically*
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This is the effect packing has on me. argh stercus stercus stercus** washing still in the dryer!
...
Right, I am back, I am temporarily sane. Why is the washing machine still going? I put it on 'short', for goodness sake!
I'm at an awkward stage of packing at which my suitcase is pretty much full, but not entirely. I still have clothes waiting to come out of the washing machine, including the entirity of my underwear, or so it seems. So I still have a fair volume of clothes to pack, and I can't quite work out whether I should concentrate on fitting everything into the suitcase I'm currently using, or whether I should give up and start filling another small suitcase. This problem is compounded by the fact that I rather want to take said small suitcase anyway, because I like it, and it would be useful if I decide to go skipping off to visit friends at other universities. Hm.
Also, I have lost several pairs of tights. This is not as bad as, say, one of my friends, who lost a bra after we'd all spent the night at someone's house - how she lost it, nobody knows, but it still hasn't turned up! - but it is rather annoying as they were cut off tights, and I don't really want to destroy another pair if I don't have to. I remember seeing them somewhere, too, because I realised that I probably wouldn't have needed them at home and I could have left some in a box at uni, but I didn't. And now I just can't find them! *sigh*
I also have a slight problem with my ball dress. It no longer fits as well as it did. This is terribly sad, and awkward, because I love this dress and don't want to have to buy a new one. In any case, that would cost money which I would really rather not spend, and I always seem to have trouble finding dresses I like which are the right shape for me. Anyway, the silver lining to the cloud is that the dress is now too big, which is better than the other way around. And it will probably do, but won't look as good as it used to, I fear (although I probably look better? hopefully).
Anyway. I should probably go and carry on packing, or go to bed, as I'm going to be rather busy tomorrow. My last day of cleaning the church, which I will be glad to be done with, and also doing something with Sam as it's her birthday. I also still have weekly problem questions to do, but quite frankly I am trying not to think about that, as the thought fills me with abject terror. I have attempted two out of three questions, and got ridiculous and utterly wrong answers, and I have no idea why, because as far as I know I started the right way but it made no sense at all, and I've got ended up down a completely irrelevant path, and I don't know what to do. This is why I failed my collection, and I have to do something about this before I fail my degree too, but I don't know what.
So. I am going to go and not think about this now. Except that I need to do the questions. Argh. I also have to fill in a new passport form.
*And this is the effect too much Pratchett has on me.