The bad news

The bad news?

I have killed my net connection. No, really. I suppose technically Pedar and I both killed it. He's had this ongoing idea that we could somehow dispense with the necessity of moving the modem upstairs and downstairs all the time. So we got another one off eBay and tried to persaude both computers to share the connection. They responded by self-destructing, or something along those lines. I can't go online at home, so I'm having to update via email from school, which is not my favourite thing to do because people look over my shoulder.

Of course, this is the worst possible time for this to happen. The cliche!fic is finished, for one thing - and it's even been expertly and efficiently betaed by amchau.

Therefore, a few messages.

amchau - thank you so much. I even had a nice reply to all your comments typed up, which my computer then ate. In short, thank you, I'm glad you liked it, and Froot Loops are canon(!) I even had an idea for a potential co-writing project (inevitable, as they say). You are first on my list to email once the net goes back up (if it ever does).

gamesiplay - I can't count votes sans net connection, unfortunately, as my school runs under a totalitarian regime that prevents access to email. I even had another few categories written up to send you. I hate BT, I hate ADSL, etc. Love you.

hathy_col and osiris13 - am all set for Friday, although I may be pushed for time getting into Liverpool. Hopefully the net will be back by then and I can talk to you properly.

Love to all, of course. Must go and be registered.

~Raven

Moloch

So, the net connection is behaving for the time being, mainly because I have sacrificed my sanity before its altar and my homework time before its flames. I am currently doing everything I can offline and only trusting the connection for a few seconds at a time.

I have had a long day. Yesterday was better because I skived the morning and went in at lunchtime (three double frees, so I think it's excusable). Today, however, was a full school day. I used to do this every single goddamn day last year - I don't know how I did it, looking back. Now I only have to do it once a week, on Tuesday, and still complain.

Anyway. Today, I had a mock-mock-practical. The mock is next week and the real thing the week after that, so this I suppose counts as the mock of a mock. And I managed to do it without screwing it up too much. I may have said on occasion how unutterably bad I am at Chemistry practical, and I am frankly terrified of the real thing. I just know I will do things wrong, drop things, forget to wash things out, run out of chemicals, smash things, all that sort of thing. It's humiliating.

Today, I was perched on the edge of the bench, laughing at something, when Rola told me, "You're enough to make anyone paranoid." Maybe I am. Maybe I exude waves of pessimism. Nevermind, they get used to it. In any case, the practical will soon be over, unlike my other exams. My AQA timetable came through today. Ick.

Nothing interesting actually happened, looking back. I came home, watched Stargate, washed my hair and while doing so, mentally composed a fandom rant or two which I may or may not post.

Blah.