i'd go and capture the moon...
To get the fangirling out of the way... I've been crazy with Inuyasha and Kagome lately. I think it's a result of not having anything for fandom for the past two weeks, and having it at my fingertips the entire time. Maybe this really is a sickness, and maybe I do need some professional help, but I'm not gonna worry about it now. After looking at some manga chapters and some anime, I've decided that Rumiko CAN NOT possibly have Inuyasha and Kagome not be together. Every freakin sign is there for them to get there together!!!! And everytime that I think of them being together, I get too excited. I love them. I love them I love them I love them. I can't express it enough. The make my heart feel ten sizes bigger. The end.
Phew! Okay, got that off my chest. :oP In other news, no word on the Russia dates yet. Argh. Soon... soon... I just have to be patient.
And for leaving here, I asked the liason here if there was anything I could do with my towels, bedsheets, etc., basically anything that's too big to take home but kinda too nice to actually throw out. I was thinking of leaving it for someone else studying abroad here next semester from SU, but apparently the response was that I could ask for a storage facility, or bring it to this goodwill place a lil bit aways. I was thinking more of like, "Hey, Ciaran, can I stuff a bag into your office here for the summer? It's really tiny, and it wouldn't take up much space, and you'd get rid of it in September." But apparently that didn't cross his mind.
INSTEAD, he says about the goodwill place, "It's a little bit up the road, past the Marriot complex. Let me know, and I can drive you up there if you wanted to go."
o.O
Normally, I'd be okay with this. But... ummm... maybe I'm just being really paranoid, but this is the guy who had one of the butler students spend the night at his house (multiple times *cough cough*) and has been hanging out with her and basically in a relationship with her. And he IS a prof here.
I just have this to say to him, "Ciaran, you're the WRONG PROFESSOR!!! GO GET DR. GRAHAM TO DRIVE ME!!!!!"
Whatever. So we'll see. I don't know. I'm just being paranoid haha. but... oh man. Maybe I'll just throw the stuff out after all, or just get a lot of excercise walking to the goodwill shop if I decide to do that.
REMARK ON IRISH WEATHER/WIND:
It's freakin' May, and the wind is acting like it's extremely angry at something. Anything. Everything.
I turned the heat on 'cause the wind is seeping through the window and making everything cold despite it being [almost] summer. Wtf... where are you summer?!?!
Phew! Okay, got that off my chest. :oP In other news, no word on the Russia dates yet. Argh. Soon... soon... I just have to be patient.
And for leaving here, I asked the liason here if there was anything I could do with my towels, bedsheets, etc., basically anything that's too big to take home but kinda too nice to actually throw out. I was thinking of leaving it for someone else studying abroad here next semester from SU, but apparently the response was that I could ask for a storage facility, or bring it to this goodwill place a lil bit aways. I was thinking more of like, "Hey, Ciaran, can I stuff a bag into your office here for the summer? It's really tiny, and it wouldn't take up much space, and you'd get rid of it in September." But apparently that didn't cross his mind.
INSTEAD, he says about the goodwill place, "It's a little bit up the road, past the Marriot complex. Let me know, and I can drive you up there if you wanted to go."
o.O
Normally, I'd be okay with this. But... ummm... maybe I'm just being really paranoid, but this is the guy who had one of the butler students spend the night at his house (multiple times *cough cough*) and has been hanging out with her and basically in a relationship with her. And he IS a prof here.
I just have this to say to him, "Ciaran, you're the WRONG PROFESSOR!!! GO GET DR. GRAHAM TO DRIVE ME!!!!!"
Whatever. So we'll see. I don't know. I'm just being paranoid haha. but... oh man. Maybe I'll just throw the stuff out after all, or just get a lot of excercise walking to the goodwill shop if I decide to do that.
REMARK ON IRISH WEATHER/WIND:
It's freakin' May, and the wind is acting like it's extremely angry at something. Anything. Everything.
I turned the heat on 'cause the wind is seeping through the window and making everything cold despite it being [almost] summer. Wtf... where are you summer?!?!