*is ded*
Urgh. I'm pretty sure my internal organs want to kill me. Also, I keep hitting Ctrl instead of shift and it is making typing very annoying.
URRRGH. I actually wanted to write about far more interesting things, like being back in Oxford and seeing Brokeback Mountain and hanging out with all the cool people once more, or even the French Fourth Republic (as I now know what it is), but sadly my mind is too fixated on the fact my body wants it to die. I love India as a country, I really do, but all native bacteria should be lined up and terminated with extreme prejudice.
So, um, meme. From
chicklet73: The problem with LJ: We all think we are so close, but really we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.
Go on, it'll be fun. Also, I wanted to do the "10 things I assume you know about me" meme from a while back, but I think India intervened.
Now please excuse me while I drown in paracetamol and other assorted over-the-counter analgaesia. (God bless India, where there is no such thing as a counter.)
URRRGH. I actually wanted to write about far more interesting things, like being back in Oxford and seeing Brokeback Mountain and hanging out with all the cool people once more, or even the French Fourth Republic (as I now know what it is), but sadly my mind is too fixated on the fact my body wants it to die. I love India as a country, I really do, but all native bacteria should be lined up and terminated with extreme prejudice.
So, um, meme. From
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Go on, it'll be fun. Also, I wanted to do the "10 things I assume you know about me" meme from a while back, but I think India intervened.
Now please excuse me while I drown in paracetamol and other assorted over-the-counter analgaesia. (God bless India, where there is no such thing as a counter.)
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It just intrigues me. When I was growing up we'd all celebrate diwali as well as christmas (the area I went to school in has a lot of differing religions all packed into a pretty small space) and I don't think I ever felt left out by it, because they read us stories about it and I thought it was a fantastic idea for a festival (And we always got to do fun things for diwali), but the rest of the small proportion of my class that was christian, I don't know how they felt about it.
I'm rambling. Did I actually ask a coherant question? Ah well, back to my cuppa *sips tea*
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Also: I got a Christmas card from you today! :) Thank you. *loves*
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*sends evil death wishes to nasty Indian bacteria*
("Die, evil fiend!" shouted the antibody, as he raced heroically into battle, waving his spear.
The unidentified bacteria grimaced as they began hand-to-hand combat. Before long, the antibody-- performing a neat backflip over a red blood cell which accidentally got in the way-- had stabbed the invader to death.
"Hah!" he exclaimed, wiping his spear off on his trousers (which made a passing white blood cell tut-tut disapprovingly). "See, bacterium scum, there is nothing but pain and gory death for you here!")
I hope you're feeling better soon, and can share your thoughts on Brokeback Mountain-- I need help deciding if I should spend precious money on seeing it.
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I got the latest cathedral in my pidge! I thoroughly enjoyed the trouser-wearing theory, and started to laugh in the middle of the post room, which was embarrassing. :)
Oh, my. I have antibody fic! I love it, actually, particularly the spear wiped on his trousers. Poor antibody. *pets it*
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I'm glad that arrived. :) And very glad that it made you laugh (though I have now forgotten the details of the theory in question).
Well, it seemed to me to be what antibodies would *do*. (If they were crossbreed with the Nac Mac Feegle, that is.)
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Also, hee. I probably sent it a bit late to actually catch you still at uni. There again I was house-confined at the time...
I should write you a proper letter. I have paper with Fishies on it. But I have to write back to my lil net sis who I hadn't spoken to for four years before she replied to my christmas card first... Blimey, ever tried to cover 4 years in 2 pages? O_o;;
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