Noli illegitimi carborandum.

I have nothing to say. Beyond the fact I am hungry. *waves at mailing circle*
I know what presents you're all getting each other....
And now I'm leaving.
Thank you for listening.
Oh yes - wonderful, wonderful quote:
Noli illegitimi carborandum.

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Had a nice day, until I got home.
Vodaphone - spent forty-five minutes on hold, and then, when we got to talk to an actual person, we found out that they won't bloody well replace my phone! There's some technical loophole which means they don't have to - I don't understand it - and what's more, because of the contract, we have to carry on paying for the phone! Even though I can't use it and will probably never see it again!
Why do I have such bad luck with phones?! I thought this one was actually going to work, as well as being extremely cute and pocket-size, and then it gets stolen!
That's it. Am pissed off with Vodaphone and Orange and entire mobile phone industry.
I just want my phone back....
Or, I'd like to have last Friday back so I can chain my phone to my little finger, but no...
I just want it back.

Things to do

I have several things to do before the end of the week:

• Tape the Stargate ep Descent on Wednesday.
  
• Tape random M*A*S*H eps - anything that appeals, really, because I already have Dear Dad, again - for a certain classic moment contained within...
  
• Buy Becca a birthday card.
  
• Buy wrapping paper.
  
• Do something about the rapidly-coming-down hem on my jeans. When the last stitches come out, I'll be drowning in a hundred metres of indigo denim.
  
• With Em's help, burn down Vodaphone's headquarters.
  
• Dance on the graves afterwards.
  
• Do history coursework! Nine hundred words on differing reactions to evacuation during the Second World War.
  
• Remember not to type "evacuation" into Google, if I don't want sites on laxatives.
  
• Revise for Biology Ecology test, which is fun to say but not fun to think about.
  
• Finalise script for pop concert (with eniddy.)
  
• Decide what to wear on Friday. If hem comes down on jeans, then will have nothing to wear. At all.
  
• Decide if Savage Garden - no, Darren Hayes! - is a pop concert. He's not poppy, and he's not really rock, either... so what to wear?
  
• Borrow Em's chains (if she'll let me!)
  
• Make bracelets. Bought the beads and thread months ago.
  
• Download the unplugged version of Come as you are.
  
• Give up eating beef! And pork and lamb and all that... from now on, will only eat chicken.
  
• Think about costume for SG-5.
  
• Stop spending so much time on LJ.
  
• Get a Polaroid or at least a disposable camera for Friday. I promised Nupur I would scan in pics - her mother won't be pleased, she thinks I'm a bad influence. Not a bad influence - a nice girl, her brother over again, but a tad misguided. This is because Nupur loved pop music and I got her listening to Silverchair and Nirvana and the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and clamouring for chains on her jeans (her mother has not given in!) Poor child. Apparently in America I am a distinct oddity.
  

If anything else occurs to me, I will add it.

Your mother was born in December, on the one sunny day that winter gave up.

She will never leave me alone.
It's all so messy.
I hate it. I only want to be left alone.
I hate fighting and arguments...
I only want to be left alone. I never asked for anything more than that.
I'm so tired of everything. I may just go to bed, and sleep, and not dream, and wait for tomorrow.
It's too messy to cope with any more.
If only you could choose your family....

What did I do that you can't seem to want me?