I am so thoroughly annoyed right now...
...that even my uber-hawt pictar of Charlie/Hermione that I know scares sra to buggery is not easing my annoyance.
OK, so it's five to four in the morning, right? all day today (well, yesterday) i was fully psyched to have an amazing night's sleep. I could see it all in front of me - hours of sleep, fantastic dreams about living in lands of ice cream, cats and christmas presents, and waking up ready to go to the last japanese lessons of the semester fresh as a daisy.
But no, oh no, of course that couldn't be. Of course Twilight had to be such a goddamn interesting read (even though it's become almost painfully cheesy and full of "Bella I love you but want to eat you"s and "I hear ya Edward darlin' but i still feel safe having my neck millimetres away from your teeth for no apparant reason at all"s, it's still INTERESTING GODDAMMIT!!) that i was unable to put it down until 2:30 in the morning, only to be too alert and excited about the happenings in it to fall asleep at all. So now it's 4 in the morning, I can't sleep, and I've come to the inevitable realisation that I'll have to fork out another 7 quid for the next book in the series, because I'll have finished this one by tomorrow.
It hasn't been an entirely wasted evening however. I cleaned my room, so I'm pretty sure it'll pass the holiday room inspection, and i've packed, for the most part. i love my new suitcase, but it really is too small. i barely fit the clothes i want to take home in it. but yeah, i packed up my wii, rejected taking my scene it home, and should have enough room for jones' mini muffins (am i a star sister or what, getting my brother mini-muffins from somerfield?)
i got a message from dad today that he presumably sent to wig as well, as it said "looking forward to having you guys home again!" i'm so looking forward to it as well. seeing the fellas again, having pub meals that i won't have to pay for, spending time with wig and jones. so good; all of it, even if it will all be punctuated with studying for exams.
I haven't quite adjusted yet to how easy these exams seem to be. I mean, you need to know your stuff to do them, but there are no secret little traps, no weird questions involving material we've only briefly glanced at; nothing of that calibre. i said at the workshop today that i was surprised by the easiness of the trials we've done, which some people seemed to take badly, perhaps thinking i was having a dig at their intelligence. of course, i of all people know that i'm about as likely to cease making loud and unnecessary stupid comments as i am to shut up about being australian.
thank god, i feel more tired now. signing off.
OK, so it's five to four in the morning, right? all day today (well, yesterday) i was fully psyched to have an amazing night's sleep. I could see it all in front of me - hours of sleep, fantastic dreams about living in lands of ice cream, cats and christmas presents, and waking up ready to go to the last japanese lessons of the semester fresh as a daisy.
But no, oh no, of course that couldn't be. Of course Twilight had to be such a goddamn interesting read (even though it's become almost painfully cheesy and full of "Bella I love you but want to eat you"s and "I hear ya Edward darlin' but i still feel safe having my neck millimetres away from your teeth for no apparant reason at all"s, it's still INTERESTING GODDAMMIT!!) that i was unable to put it down until 2:30 in the morning, only to be too alert and excited about the happenings in it to fall asleep at all. So now it's 4 in the morning, I can't sleep, and I've come to the inevitable realisation that I'll have to fork out another 7 quid for the next book in the series, because I'll have finished this one by tomorrow.
It hasn't been an entirely wasted evening however. I cleaned my room, so I'm pretty sure it'll pass the holiday room inspection, and i've packed, for the most part. i love my new suitcase, but it really is too small. i barely fit the clothes i want to take home in it. but yeah, i packed up my wii, rejected taking my scene it home, and should have enough room for jones' mini muffins (am i a star sister or what, getting my brother mini-muffins from somerfield?)
i got a message from dad today that he presumably sent to wig as well, as it said "looking forward to having you guys home again!" i'm so looking forward to it as well. seeing the fellas again, having pub meals that i won't have to pay for, spending time with wig and jones. so good; all of it, even if it will all be punctuated with studying for exams.
I haven't quite adjusted yet to how easy these exams seem to be. I mean, you need to know your stuff to do them, but there are no secret little traps, no weird questions involving material we've only briefly glanced at; nothing of that calibre. i said at the workshop today that i was surprised by the easiness of the trials we've done, which some people seemed to take badly, perhaps thinking i was having a dig at their intelligence. of course, i of all people know that i'm about as likely to cease making loud and unnecessary stupid comments as i am to shut up about being australian.
thank god, i feel more tired now. signing off.