c'mon c'mon, it's the end of the world.
This is a mumblegrumble post. Move on if they scare you.
point the first: fifty effing quid for fresher's week? (well, fifty dollars each for two events...) Okay, food's included. Even so! Fifty quid?! *minor outrage* There goes any hope of affording the 'The Revolution will not be Televised' t-shirt I wanted. *sigh*
point the second: Saying that, I'm not outraged enough not to pay it and go anyway. There's booze and I'm all alone *sob* in the strange colonies. (sorrysorrysorry)
point the third: Now to figure out if I can pay online because I can't write a cheque in any kind of dollars, dammit! (I am also amused that the form asks for the name on the cheque and relation to student. As if someone else would pay it for you. PAH! I wish.)
point the fourth, note to self the first: Must stop laughing at Canadian French. I know 'des leaders' isn't right, I know there should be 'e's on the end of le sexism, le racism and royal, but never mind. Let them off, they came up with 'petanqued'.
point the fifth: And now, the long weekend from hell. Relatives. Relatives EVERYWHERE. Sigh. Tonight there's my uncle and crew. Uncle being awesome, auntie being awesome. ACK small baby cousin. theymakemesoawkwardsmallchildren. ack. *squirms* Tomorrow, there's grand party from hell, six months late for my gran's birthday, convienently the day before my OTHER gran's birthday (I mean, really gran, are you THAT short sighted, or just cruel?). Then on monday we're taking t'other gran out for shopping and dinner. Which might be sane. Might be.
Please, stop me before I kill myself. Or someone else. I also have gunk on my passport. Lovely.
N.B. I'm not that moany, and quite excited about canada stuffs, really, hence why it's just a mumble grumble post. My point about relatives and small children still stands. Now, scuse me whilst I invade my penny tub.
eta: my brother is making his computer talk. this is far funnier than you think.
point the first: fifty effing quid for fresher's week? (well, fifty dollars each for two events...) Okay, food's included. Even so! Fifty quid?! *minor outrage* There goes any hope of affording the 'The Revolution will not be Televised' t-shirt I wanted. *sigh*
point the second: Saying that, I'm not outraged enough not to pay it and go anyway. There's booze and I'm all alone *sob* in the strange colonies. (sorrysorrysorry)
point the third: Now to figure out if I can pay online because I can't write a cheque in any kind of dollars, dammit! (I am also amused that the form asks for the name on the cheque and relation to student. As if someone else would pay it for you. PAH! I wish.)
point the fourth, note to self the first: Must stop laughing at Canadian French. I know 'des leaders' isn't right, I know there should be 'e's on the end of le sexism, le racism and royal, but never mind. Let them off, they came up with 'petanqued'.
point the fifth: And now, the long weekend from hell. Relatives. Relatives EVERYWHERE. Sigh. Tonight there's my uncle and crew. Uncle being awesome, auntie being awesome. ACK small baby cousin. theymakemesoawkwardsmallchildren. ack. *squirms* Tomorrow, there's grand party from hell, six months late for my gran's birthday, convienently the day before my OTHER gran's birthday (I mean, really gran, are you THAT short sighted, or just cruel?). Then on monday we're taking t'other gran out for shopping and dinner. Which might be sane. Might be.
Please, stop me before I kill myself. Or someone else. I also have gunk on my passport. Lovely.
N.B. I'm not that moany, and quite excited about canada stuffs, really, hence why it's just a mumble grumble post. My point about relatives and small children still stands. Now, scuse me whilst I invade my penny tub.
eta: my brother is making his computer talk. this is far funnier than you think.