How did you die?
Jan. 1st, 2003 04:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenI am trying to revise, but I really don't want to at all. I don't feel like it in the least, probably because it hasn't sunk in yet that my mocks are in a week's time.
Last night was good. I arrived at Becca's on time, for once, and as I was the only one of her friends there, we enjoyed ourselves tormenting the boys. Thomas and his friends and me and Becca somehow ended up in the one room together, like on her birthday. It was fun, and there were drinks and "nibbles." I didn't drink much, because of the jet-lag... and besides, we were kinda busy, talking about Christmas (she liked her present) and also watching bits and pieces of Back to the Future. They showed it yesterday on normal TV, but I missed it and am exceedingly unhappy about it.
So, yes. Not much revision. And part of it is due to Pedar being in an uncharacteristically happy mood - he keeps telling me random jokes - my favourite clean one goes like this:
Three men died at very similar times, and fetched up at the pearly gates together, and while they were waiting for St Peter, they passed the time in discussing how it was they died. The first man said, "Well, I was looking out of my apartment window, when I saw a man falling to his death from above me. I leaned out to try and save him, but overbalanced and fell myself, and died."
The second man said, "I was that man you saw falling. I fell nearly to the ground, when I managed to catch on to a wire and hang from it. I was just thanking God that I had been saved, and promising to lead a good and honest life from now on, but suddenly, from above me, a fridge came hurtling down, hit me, and I fell off, and that's how I died."
He then turned to the third man, and asked, "How did you die?"
"Oh," said the third man. "I was in the fridge."
Crap, but it made me giggle for some unknown reason, probably genetics.
More than anything else, I want to relax tonight, eat popcorn, type up the M*A*S*H fic I was writing in India, and watch Billy Elliot later, but I can't. I have to revise.
I hatehatehatehate my life.
At times like this, anyhow.
Last night was good. I arrived at Becca's on time, for once, and as I was the only one of her friends there, we enjoyed ourselves tormenting the boys. Thomas and his friends and me and Becca somehow ended up in the one room together, like on her birthday. It was fun, and there were drinks and "nibbles." I didn't drink much, because of the jet-lag... and besides, we were kinda busy, talking about Christmas (she liked her present) and also watching bits and pieces of Back to the Future. They showed it yesterday on normal TV, but I missed it and am exceedingly unhappy about it.
So, yes. Not much revision. And part of it is due to Pedar being in an uncharacteristically happy mood - he keeps telling me random jokes - my favourite clean one goes like this:
Three men died at very similar times, and fetched up at the pearly gates together, and while they were waiting for St Peter, they passed the time in discussing how it was they died. The first man said, "Well, I was looking out of my apartment window, when I saw a man falling to his death from above me. I leaned out to try and save him, but overbalanced and fell myself, and died."
The second man said, "I was that man you saw falling. I fell nearly to the ground, when I managed to catch on to a wire and hang from it. I was just thanking God that I had been saved, and promising to lead a good and honest life from now on, but suddenly, from above me, a fridge came hurtling down, hit me, and I fell off, and that's how I died."
He then turned to the third man, and asked, "How did you die?"
"Oh," said the third man. "I was in the fridge."
Crap, but it made me giggle for some unknown reason, probably genetics.
More than anything else, I want to relax tonight, eat popcorn, type up the M*A*S*H fic I was writing in India, and watch Billy Elliot later, but I can't. I have to revise.
I hatehatehatehate my life.
At times like this, anyhow.