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Just watching Red Dwarf VII.
Oh, my.
"He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer, more reliable than a garden strimmer, he's also a really good swimmer..."
Such a smeghead, and yet everyone loves him dearly.
In other news, food shopping for one person is rather sad. I bought two pints of milk, a jar of instant coffee, some cheese, some sandwich ham, chocolate Hobnobs and a Fruit Corner, and felt very lonely while walking home carrying it. My parents called shortly after I got in, which made me feel even more lonely. They're in Las Vegas now, having made their way through DC, Indiana and San Francisco; they're having a very good time, apparently.
I had a bad day. Couldn't revise, couldn't concentrate at all, rambled around the house not doing very much, and realised I am not, as my mother asked before she left, afraid of the dark; I'm afraid of the silence.
I think a few more days of this will be okay. It's just all things happening at once. My parents leaving, I can cope with; my exams, I can cope with; my computer going kaboom, I can cope with - but my parents are gone, I'm alone, my revision requires concentration in silence, it's so quiet, and I don't have any writing to keep me busy.
It's so quiet. My mp3 player is a sweet, brushed metal thing that fits in the palm of my hand; it's quite frankly incredibly sexy-looking and I abuse it to death. One of its selling points, apart from the sleek lines, is its thirty-six-hour battery life. Generally I charge it once a week at most.
I charged it on Tuesday; it ran out this morning. That's two days. Forty-eight hours, some of which I must have spent sleeping.
Did I mention how quiet it is?
See, the thing is, I like quiet. I do. I don't like lots of people around me. I don't like being made to act normal.
I'll probably delete this tomorrow, or something. I'm going out in the evening with
hathy_col and
hammer_strike, and we're going to see Prisoner of Azkaban. I'm quite looking forward to it.
Oh, my.
"He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer, more reliable than a garden strimmer, he's also a really good swimmer..."
Such a smeghead, and yet everyone loves him dearly.
In other news, food shopping for one person is rather sad. I bought two pints of milk, a jar of instant coffee, some cheese, some sandwich ham, chocolate Hobnobs and a Fruit Corner, and felt very lonely while walking home carrying it. My parents called shortly after I got in, which made me feel even more lonely. They're in Las Vegas now, having made their way through DC, Indiana and San Francisco; they're having a very good time, apparently.
I had a bad day. Couldn't revise, couldn't concentrate at all, rambled around the house not doing very much, and realised I am not, as my mother asked before she left, afraid of the dark; I'm afraid of the silence.
I think a few more days of this will be okay. It's just all things happening at once. My parents leaving, I can cope with; my exams, I can cope with; my computer going kaboom, I can cope with - but my parents are gone, I'm alone, my revision requires concentration in silence, it's so quiet, and I don't have any writing to keep me busy.
It's so quiet. My mp3 player is a sweet, brushed metal thing that fits in the palm of my hand; it's quite frankly incredibly sexy-looking and I abuse it to death. One of its selling points, apart from the sleek lines, is its thirty-six-hour battery life. Generally I charge it once a week at most.
I charged it on Tuesday; it ran out this morning. That's two days. Forty-eight hours, some of which I must have spent sleeping.
Did I mention how quiet it is?
See, the thing is, I like quiet. I do. I don't like lots of people around me. I don't like being made to act normal.
I'll probably delete this tomorrow, or something. I'm going out in the evening with
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on 2004-06-04 04:35 pm (UTC)I also wanted to pipe up and say -- and this will make me sound dysfunctional -- that I am impressed that you buy your own food.
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on 2004-06-04 04:43 pm (UTC)I only buy my food when I have to - this was just me toddling down to the off-license because I was starving and there was quite literally nothing left in the house, unless I wanted to dine on three-years-out-of-date Bird's custard powder and paracetamol.
Which I didn't, although I'm not sure Hobnobs were particularly healthy, either.
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on 2004-06-04 05:17 pm (UTC)Have fun at POA; and put spoliers behind an LJ-cut!! Yeah, I've read the book (my favorite HP, actually, and I know you totally care!:) I'm nnot seeing it until tomorrow night.
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on 2004-06-05 08:37 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-06-04 08:11 pm (UTC)He's master of wit and the riposte, his command of space directives in uncanny, how come he's such a genius, dont ask me!
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on 2004-06-05 02:51 am (UTC)Also, I forbid you to say anything about POA before I see it, which could be some way off, as half term is ending and I don't know when I'll get another chance.
Also, I want you to answer my e-mail already, so that I can stop trying to revise or write Seinfeld slash and answer it.
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on 2004-06-05 08:40 am (UTC)And email is answered, and on that note I have to leave. Am, yet again, incredibly late!