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ravenThe new update page isn't that different. I reckon I'll get used to it. I rather like the mood icon preview, myself.
My sleep patterns remain of the strange. Slept a total of eight hours last night, which is an improvement, but I did in in two attempts - from six to eight, then one to seven - which is not exactly normal, not yet. I am tired, but not unusually so. Life is going at its usual hectic pace. Miranda gave her talk on Soul Music this morning, to a rapt audience. Really. Obviously, the level of humour was too much for the class to cope with. I'm just glad it went well.
I had no lessons, is the good thing. With Colvin and Rice-Oxley AWOL, no lessons. I went to physiotherapy having spent the day looking like a total prat in school uniform and Timberland boots. My socks were red. As I said, if you're going to look silly you might as well go all out. Mrs Enstone said, "I won't ask," when I went to see her for my personal statement for the twelve hundredth time. All you people who did it in one draft, I hate you very much right now.
In other news, Pedar is going to North Carolina tomorrow, for two weeks. He's been invited by the university there, and certainly seems like he's going to enjoy himself. He's been driving me up the wall, shouting at his computer and abusing Powerpoint, but he's got his presentations all ready. I'm glad he's going to enjoy it, but I can't cope with the idea of just me and my mother for a fortnight, without him as the demilitarised zone. Fur will no doubt fly.
Leigh - he's taking your parcel with him. It's all ready, addressed and sellotaped, and will be posted in Raleigh. I do hope it doesn't get seized, but can only put my faith in a higher power on that count. I also put something in for Nupur and Joshua, which they will hopefully like.
Bedtime for me, methinks. I meant to write some more of my Oxford form, but I can't be bothered.
My sleep patterns remain of the strange. Slept a total of eight hours last night, which is an improvement, but I did in in two attempts - from six to eight, then one to seven - which is not exactly normal, not yet. I am tired, but not unusually so. Life is going at its usual hectic pace. Miranda gave her talk on Soul Music this morning, to a rapt audience. Really. Obviously, the level of humour was too much for the class to cope with. I'm just glad it went well.
I had no lessons, is the good thing. With Colvin and Rice-Oxley AWOL, no lessons. I went to physiotherapy having spent the day looking like a total prat in school uniform and Timberland boots. My socks were red. As I said, if you're going to look silly you might as well go all out. Mrs Enstone said, "I won't ask," when I went to see her for my personal statement for the twelve hundredth time. All you people who did it in one draft, I hate you very much right now.
In other news, Pedar is going to North Carolina tomorrow, for two weeks. He's been invited by the university there, and certainly seems like he's going to enjoy himself. He's been driving me up the wall, shouting at his computer and abusing Powerpoint, but he's got his presentations all ready. I'm glad he's going to enjoy it, but I can't cope with the idea of just me and my mother for a fortnight, without him as the demilitarised zone. Fur will no doubt fly.
Leigh - he's taking your parcel with him. It's all ready, addressed and sellotaped, and will be posted in Raleigh. I do hope it doesn't get seized, but can only put my faith in a higher power on that count. I also put something in for Nupur and Joshua, which they will hopefully like.
Bedtime for me, methinks. I meant to write some more of my Oxford form, but I can't be bothered.
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on 2004-09-23 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-09-23 03:10 pm (UTC)Whee, package. Mail is a Major Event here, so I'm looking forward to it. Thank you in advance!
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on 2004-09-24 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-09-24 01:43 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-09-24 01:44 pm (UTC)Package, yes! If he hasn't posted it by tomorrow, there will be Trouble. :)
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on 2004-09-24 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-09-25 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-09-25 08:32 am (UTC)Personal Statement, ugh. *stabs*
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on 2004-09-25 10:24 am (UTC)And amen to the stabbing. *stab stab stab*