\Te`dios"ity\

So long...

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 11:03:20 +0200

...farewell.

It's been emotional.

See you on the other side. More likely not.

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....la la la....

Fri, 01 Jun 2007 10:43:37 +0200

....changed it again, the hamster is Gizmo now...

Today I look like shit. I really do look like utter shit. My hair is filthy but 15 more minutes in bed was by far preferable to a shower (sometimes I just really hate getting wet), and I have a scabby cardigan on as I feel so bloated I half expect my stomach to try and float upwards in front of me. I did NOT want to come to work today. I finally arrived about 9.15 - after taking some kind of record to eat a bagel *eternal chew* - to find the door locked and the lights off. "Woohoo, nobody knows I'm late, because they are too!". No, everyone's sick. Am I allowed to go home? No! Apparently, putting a sign on the door and locking it to keep students out will mean I will be wholly undisturbed and in an EXCELLENT position to create a 'statistics report' for the 'HEFCE return'. Uh huh.

Alternatively, I could eat these seashell chocolates I've just found in the fridge, browse bcuk, Facebook and eBay, fart really loudly (as often as I like), take a VERY leisurely lunch hour-and-a-half, and leave early. I also get to listen to Radio 1 ALL DAY! And joy of joys, the Klaxons version of It's Not Over Yet has come on, and goddammit I'm going to spin on my chair to it.

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Poll result...

Thu, 31 May 2007 10:09:20 +0200

...is null and void as I don't want Pete or Hercule.

Bizarrely though, MenoMama got it right...I've gone with Hercules.

Although I might go with Wilbur. I fancy two syllables.

Jesus, I hope I never have a kid.

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Screw this!

Tue, 29 May 2007 16:15:27 +0200

Bollocks to 5pm, I'm off home, and I'm not coming in tomorrow. Boredom-stress related issues. Health and safety and all that. I've a date in the pastry section of a tesco express.

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Opinion poll

Tue, 29 May 2007 12:53:28 +0200

With regard to the beastie below....

Pete, or

Hercule?

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Oops, I did it again

Tue, 29 May 2007 10:04:42 +0200

Meet my latest impulse buy. And I really do mean impulse, I'm talking less than an hour between deciding I want one and having him in his new cage.

Introducing...well I haven't decided for definite on a name yet, but as a temporary, potentially permanent option, please meet: Pete.

Other name options have included:

Dylan (which it has been up until last night)
The Professor
Lenin
Butch
Noodle
Janet
Ed
Dippit
Vladimir
Rafferty
Ralph (as in Rafe)
Ralph (as in Ralph)
Rupert
Batfink

There were many more. I don't do cutesy. I'm open to suggestions!

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Awesome

Fri, 25 May 2007 14:27:14 +0200

Your pirate name is...

Arch-Captain Fanny La Bouche

Marvellous.

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Suddenly, everything has fallen into place

Fri, 25 May 2007 14:06:12 +0200

Something has just happened to me.

I am no longer going to worry about where I will live for two weeks.

I am not going to worry about money.

I am not going to worry about being lonely.

I am not going to worry about the growing biscuit addiction.

I'm not going to worry about staying friends with everyone long enough to go to V.

I'm not going to worry about what the weather will be like at V.

Because these have just entered my life.

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Nicked from prydwen

Fri, 25 May 2007 12:42:03 +0200

Your Five Factor Personality Profile
Extroversion:

You have medium extroversion.
You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.
Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.
But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."

Conscientiousness:

You have medium conscientiousness.
You're generally good at balancing work and play.
When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.
But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.

Agreeableness:

You have medium agreeableness.
You're generally a friendly and trusting person.
But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.
You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.

Neuroticism:

You have high neuroticism.
It's easy for you to feel shaken, worried, or depressed.
You often worry, and your worries prevent you from living life fully.
You tend to be emotionally reactive and moody. Your either flying very high or feeling very low.

Openness to experience:

Your openness to new experiences is medium.
You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.
But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.
You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue. The Five Factor Personality Test

To a T, me thinks.
I'm also decidedly 'medium'.

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I QUIT!

Fri, 25 May 2007 12:30:40 +0200

Actually, I better not quit. Let's be sensible. *crams in a biscuit*

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And another...

Fri, 25 May 2007 10:15:20 +0200

You Are 45% Pure
You're not so innocent... in fact, you're quite unpure.
You have seen and experienced a lot. And you're no worse for the wear! The 100 Question Purity Test

What nonsense.
I'm not sure how going to a gay bar, deciding you are gay, coming out as gay, and shacking up with someone of the same sex are 'unpure'.
Unless you're accounting for some of the things that can go on once you are shacked up.
(Yowza)

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Friiiiiidaaaaaay!

Fri, 25 May 2007 09:42:36 +0200

Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)
Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.

Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men
You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving. How Rare Is Your Personality?

Thank you for drawing this to my attention, Mrs_F.

I think it's going to be one of those days.

Really don't agree with this, by the way. Nothing elegant about me.

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Never one to drop a subject...

Thu, 24 May 2007 10:13:29 +0200

...So, what do I do with all her stuff? Take it with me? I will have lots of cupboard space in the new flat...I'm sure I can stash it for another year...

Having said that, the other night I made a small mental list of what I AM going to be keeping:

All cards/postcards/letters
Most presents. Some random rubbish can be ~~thrown out~~ let go (Like the giant lollypop. Although, that mofo is so heavy it could be exceptionally useful as a burglar weapon *thwack* *crack*).
The blue/green/yellow checked boxers.
Maybe the pale/dark blue checked ones. They ween't my favourites though.
The blue vest top she slept in.
Her bandana.

Things I know I will be sending back include:

Her t-shirt from the 1994 World Cup that still fits her. It's very soft and her cousin bought her it. I know she'll want that back.
The penguin boxers.
Turqoise Gap jumper.

There's loads more but I can't remember what's in the pile. Still not looking forward to going through it but the alternative is carrying it around the rest of my life, making sure I always have ample cupboard space. Hmm.

In othe flat news, we have a verbal agreement on a dining room table and four chairs for £25. Bonza. They belong to the person moving out of the flat that the person's flat we're moving into will be moving into. Yep.

I've just bought some St John's Wort. I'm not sure how effective it is but I'm trying it anyway in the hope that it makes me a little less despairing and scratchy. I am feeling quite positive now that I know I'm moving but also trying to ignore the constant niggling 'Where will you live before you move in, and how will you afford it when you do?!' voice. I suppose I better ask my current landlord if I can stay for another two weeks or so at the end of this contract, and then hope that Workmate has moved out by then. If she hasn't, I face around two weeks of traveling from Hull to Grimsby and back every day. This is not a pleasing prospect. I can't bear using that bus more than once a fortnight, let alone twice a day. Eugh, such vile people on it. Plus, it's not just a case of packing a large bag for a couple of weeks at home - I've got 40kg of goldfish related paraphernalia to lug about. Definitely scrapping the idea of getting a guinea pig. A dog would be less trouble.

(Jenna puppy please, Mr Funky. Boy.)

I told my other flatmate that I wouldn't be moving upstairs with her due to the whole moving out thang (not the sickeningly 'nice' one - I haven't told her at all. Whatever). She didn't seem too perturbed - quite excited, in fact. I haven't told the other girl I would've been living with, who already lives upstairs, but then, she never comes down anymore anyway, so she can't be too concerned about my existence right now. None of them really come down anymore, unless they want something. Like the hoover. Or the foil. Or baking trays. I haven't seen them since my birthday two weeks ago, where they all went up to bed without even saying goodnight, after sitting in their coats all night - proving a point about money, I think. I can't say I have any desire to go up there and be met by stony silence and glancing looks, so I guess I'll just see them when they're ready.

I'm feeling a little hormonal which makes me more than a bit bitchy and right now I feel no emotional attachment to anything, bar people I never see, and possibly fudge. And a large vodka. And biscuits. Oh man, I love da biscuits.

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You know they're true

Tue, 22 May 2007 15:41:41 +0200

Is it just me or is today going r e a l l y very slow? I've had very little to do today so I have been Browsing for Crap (which I won't be putting in my job evaluation). In 23 seconds I'm going to go get a biscuit.

I'm sure this has been seen by everyone who ever existed, but I find it amusing, so there we go:

1. Triangular sandwiches taste better than square ones.
2. At the end of every party there is always a girl crying.
3. One of the most awkward things that can happen in a pub is when your pint-to-toilet cycle gets synchronised with a complete stranger.
4. You've never quite sure whether it's ok to eat green crisps.
5. Everyone who grew up in the 80's has entered the digits 55378008 into a calculator.
6. Reading when you're drunk is horrible.
7. Sharpening a pencil with a knife makes you feel really manly.
8. You're never quite sure whether it's against the law or not to have a fire in your back garden.
9. Nobody ever dares make cup-a-soup in a bowl.
10. You never know where to look when eating a banana.
11. Its impossible to describe the smell of a wet cat.
12. Prodding a fire with a stick makes you feel manly.
13. Rummaging in an overgrown garden will always turn up a bouncy ball.
14. You always feel a bit scared when stroking horses.
15. Everyone always remembers the day a dog ran into your school.
16. The most embarrassing thing you can do as schoolchild is to call your teacher mum or dad.
17. The smaller the monkey the more it looks like it would kill you at the first given opportunity.
18. Some days you see lots of people on crutches.
19. Every bloke has at some stage while taking a pee flushed half way through and then raced against the flush.
20. Old women with mobile phones look wrong!
21. Its impossible to look cool whilst picking up a Frisbee.
22. Driving through a tunnel makes you feel excited.
23. You never ever run out of salt.
24. Old ladies can eat more than you think.
25. You can't respect a man who carries a dog.
26. There's no panic like the panic you momentarily feel when you've got your hand or head stuck in something.
27. No one knows the origins of their metal coat hangers.
28. Despite constant warning, you have never met anybody who has had their arm broken by a swan.
29. The most painful household incident is stepping on an upturned plug.
30. People who don't drive slam car doors too hard
31. You've turned into your dad the day you put aside a thin piece of wood specifically to stir paint with.
32. Everyone had an uncle who tried to steal their nose.
33. Bricks are horrible to carry.
34. In every plate of chips there is a bad chip

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discreet leap for joy

Tue, 22 May 2007 10:24:22 +0200

Yesterday...

Me: You, Workmate, you're moving out of your flat this summer aren't you?
WM: Why yes, yes I am.
Me: When?
WM: Middle of Augustish.
Me: How wonderful. May I have your flat?
WM: Why...yes! Yes of course! Would you like to come round and look?
ME: Yes! When?
WM: Tonight! Yay!

Later...

Me and current Normal Flatmate: Why this is a lovely Flat. We shall take it.
WM: How wonderful!

Today...

Me: IIIIIIIIIIIII DON'T HAVE TO LIVE IN THAT STUPID FLAT ANY MOOOOOOOOOOOORE! I WILL HAVE A BAAAAAAAAAAAATH! AND A GREAT BIG ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! AND A DINING ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! AND A LIVING ROOOOOOOOOOOOOM! AND A PLACE FOR THE FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH! AND I WON'T HAVE TO PUT ALL MY BELONGINGS IN ONE CUPBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARD! AND I'M GOING TO BE HOMELESS FOR TWO WEEKS BUT I REALLY DON'T CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE! BECAUSE I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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hums

Mon, 21 May 2007 13:46:07 +0200

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Life affirming decison #6

Mon, 21 May 2007 09:41:51 +0200

I think I'm on #6, I haven't made one for a while...

Firstly, with regard to the 73 private posts...'mark all as read'. I'm sure I'll get round to it eventually, but lordy that's too much for a Monday morning.

Mainly:

I am moving out of those flats, I cannot live there another year, I will go utterly insane. I'm fed up of: living on top of work, living away from all the local shops, sharing a fridge and freezer shelf, noisy neighbours, having to live with someone I don't know (someone's signed for the spare room), having to keep everything I own in one room lest the living room should become untidy, having one kitchen cupboard for all food and crockery...the list goes on. If normal-have-lived-with-her-for-years flatmate is happy for us to find a flat together, super smashing great. If she'd rather live alone, boo hiss boo. Either way, this afternoon I'm looking for flats.

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FAO Mr Funky

Fri, 18 May 2007 15:54:46 +0200

Thank you for my lovely photos of Baxter & Co on holiday lovely belated birthday present!

xxx

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That Friday feeling

Fri, 18 May 2007 10:21:20 +0200

Thank GOD it's Friday today. I want a crunchie.

Anyway, last night was more interesting than any I have had in a while. I borrowed my flatmate's laptop, and after spending a token hour on the work I needed to have done for today, I muted the TV, played solitaire, and listened to Janis Joplin. It was quite pleasant.

Would anybody like to give me a laptop so I can have more pleasant evenings? If no one donates one I'll have to use all my savings, and as much as I enjoy spending every penny I own, freebies are always preferable.

Excellent, I Need a Hero playing on Radio 2. Love a bit of Bonnie. Unfortunately I haven't quite managed to resist the urge to fling back my head in a dramatic 80s singing pose and now I've cricked my neck. More fool me. Ooh, now I want them to play No More the Fool! Love a bit of Elkie!

I am aware I'm babbling.

Ooh, biscuits...

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Tagtastic

Thu, 17 May 2007 15:51:52 +0200

has no mufins
jam
might be an alien
smells vaguely of asparagus

The Tagger's knowledge of me is astounding. Who told them about the jam? How do they know?

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You must be effing joking

Thu, 17 May 2007 13:59:29 +0200

Hi all

The Students' Union will be holding a rounders match against the University on Wednesday 27th June at 5.30pm, as part of the handover between the Union Executive Committees.

Big Boss Man has asked for volunteers, so if you or anyone in your office would like to play, could you please let me know as soon as possible?

Thanks

"I'm not!"
"You are!"
"I'm NOT!"
"Yes you are!"
"I am not playing ruddy rounders and that's that!"
"Yes, you are, I've put your name down"
"I'm back in PE, I've had this conversation before, I am not playing rounders with the Union exec, and that is that!"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"YES!"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP! NO!"

(repeat to fade)

(I'm not)

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Rubbish am I

Thu, 17 May 2007 13:44:46 +0200

General all round rubbishness has pervaded most aspects of Me this week.

I am getting rubbish on here. I read as many as I can but don't always have time to comment, which I like to do, even if others aren't bothered whether I do or not. I write down so much by hand that I want to put in an entry but there are always little niggly things at work to do and I don't get chance.

Work is rubbish lately. I like working here, I like who I work with, and contrary to my moans I don't really mind all the students. I'd say I like about 20% of them, which is quite a lot really, given the general whining nature of those I have contact with.
Pay is rubbish, and to apply to be on a higher grading, I have to fill out a questionnaire of about 70 pages, explaining in unimaginable depth just what it is I do on a daily/weekly/monthly basis, who I have contact with, blah blah. My line manager agrees I should be on a higher banding. Big Boss Man agrees I should be on a higher banding. HR, however, want me to fill in this form, which will then be scanned by software, and this will decide whether I should be rebanded. My income for September onwards will be dictated by a computer, not the people who manage the budget that pays me, and see me taking calls about dead students, and comforting those that sit in tears surrounded by fifty letters from debt collectors, or responding to emails to students who think they might have a mental health problem, or feel suicidal. Working in this office can have really high points - like the thank you letters and phone calls from those who have been given help, and can continue their course, or buy a new car to get to their placements, or buy a washing machine and oven instead of relying on friends to wash the kids' school uniforms and feed them - and there are really low points - like going home and realising that the person who is feeling suicidal was rejected for financial help last semester. It's a very emotionally demanding job, however boring it can often be, but you can't express that on paper, and I'm not sure the emotionally bereft computer software would pick up on it anyway.

Home is rubbish. I don't want to carry on living there next year but I can't afford to live on my own really. Nor do I want someone I don't know to move in. It's annoying.

I've gone right off someone I currently live with and really won't bat an eyelid when she leaves this summer. Whilst I'm egging on Craig and John-Paul to kiss in Hollyoaks, she's shuddering next to me. "What's that shudder for?" "I don't like it". You what? Next to me? Really? You just said that, and actually shuddered? I've been told not to take it personally, but to be honest, I do, because now I know what her real views are, and I hate thinking about times I've talked about gay stuff with her and she's nodded along and "mmm'd" sympathetically, or mentioned my Poofs, or BLAH, whatever. She's a good 10 years older than me and going to be a teacher and I am amazed at her narrowmindedness. Having said that, she has some of the most irritating habits I have ever encountered in a housemate, and even worse, she's one of those 'nice' folk that appear to have no malice or evil in any bone in any of her skeletal body, and everybody 'likes' her, she's 'lovely'. I think she's bland. I can't bear people like that. Being 'nice' is nauseating.

I am also full of a head cold. On the way back from a meeting yesterday at the other campus in North Yorkshire, I actually thouht my head was going to split into very small fragments, and when I got home I turned all the lights off, stuck my head under a pillow, and cried it hurt so much. Then the 'nice' one came home, ignored my murderous look and started whistling tunelessly - another of her endearing features. I've endured it since August without saying a word but I can't much longer.

In other areas of rubbishness, my sister stole my mascara, and the new one I have makes me spidery. I feel sick all the time. I feel so single. I miss so many people. I'm always going to feel like I'm not quite good enough to do something. My room looks like a pigsty and I keep forgetting to tidy it. I can't face another night sat watching TV on my own on the sofa that is developing a dip because I always sit in the same place. I can't express how bored I am. I am also aware that I am moaning, and now I feel even rubbisher.

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Accio cake

Tue, 15 May 2007 13:12:29 +0200

I never knew having to eat lasagne and peas from a polystyrene tray could be such a miserable experience. Shows me how much I know.
While eveyone else is tucking into their Ryvitas and ~~vaginal yeast infection~~ cottage cheese, I shall chase my vile lunch with CAKE.

Last night I ~~dreamed~~ ~~dreamt~~ dreameded that my flatmate's parent's bought her, her siblings and myself a dog. She got a small brown one. Her brother got a German shepherd. Her sister got a pug. They bought me Daniel Radcliffe. He was a really good pet. He sat on my bed in a navy dressing gown and got me a drink. I tried to explain to him that I had previously dreameded about owning Harry Potter, and now I did. He found it funny that I couldn't distinguish between them, adamant they were seperate people. I ruffled his hair and smiled knowingly.

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It's the little things

Mon, 14 May 2007 15:26:00 +0200

Random things said over the past couple of weeks that have amused me, hereby recorded, lest I forget.

"Have you heard of Radiohead's No Surprises?"
"Er...clearly yes"
"I need to learn to play it on the glockenspiel"

"That peacock was a bastard. My mate tried to ride a peacock"
"Why the devil did they try to ride a peacock?"
"Y'know...I never did ask"

"I don't know why she's bothering to apply for that job"
"Are you referring to the girl stood behind me, filling in her application form, and reading this MSN screen over my shoulder?"
"Hello! You're not getting that job!"

"Oh bless him, he hasn't got a foot...Oh he doesn't look quite right...Ooh eck he's lost an arm! This is political correctness gone mad!"
"What is?"
"Well how can they be expected to win against a man with two arms?"
"Nanna it's the paralympics"
"Disgraceful"

"Grandad wants to know the scores on the football"
"I'll read it out...Wezzam...Wezzam...I can't read that, where's my glasses?"
"I doubt your glasses will correct your pronounciation of West Ham, mother"

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Last mention of it...

Mon, 14 May 2007 09:57:06 +0200

Serbia's torch song, Molitva, was a heartfelt plea to an estranged lover with religious overtones.

"I can't lie to God as I kneel down and pray. You're the love of my life," cried Serifovic as five bouffant backing singers touched her back in support.

At times, their routine resembled liturgical dancing. At others, it seemed to be a slow-motion lesbian porn film.

How wonderfully put, BBC. Here was me thinking it was a squat woman shrieking as if burnt by the touch of the leggy 80s hags that circled her.

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Oh I adore it!

Sat, 12 May 2007 20:36:36 +0200

I think switching the TV on just as Slovenia were getting into the swing of things was a little more than my headache could take.

But I do love a bit of Wogan. It can stay on.

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Let's hear some love for the Serbian butch and all her femme bitches!

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And the Ukranian metallic drag-sperm!

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And well done Scooch. I ba ba da ba ba da'd along with you, even if
no one else did. I'll take a complimentary nut, thank you.

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Aaaaaand we're heading for a spectacular nil pwah!

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Dammit! Now we're just mediocre!

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Serbia! Huzzah!

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Help, if you please'm

Sat, 12 May 2007 19:46:27 +0200

I'm slowly recovering from the shock of turning on the PC and seeing that ruddy green 'Bliss' landscape glaring back at me, devoid of all icons, save the Recycle Bin. Not even My Computer. Nothing. It's all...gone.

Ahem. Anyway.

I have no music left on here. Furthermore, I have no program to acquire said music.

I do not want to have to pay for it.
I do not want to have my computer addled again.
I do not want to have to use Soulseek again.

I beg of thee, techier folk than I, tell me of some program that can fulfil my deepest desire of having the above attributes. In return you can have....*scans*...this bag of chocolate eclairs. They're Cadbury's an'all.

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Hola

Sat, 12 May 2007 11:45:22 +0200

Thank you all for the happy birthdays. I had a lovely day! Evening events were pretty shit, but I can't be bothered to expand on that right now. Perhaps later.

FYI, the crab has been named...Herr Mit. As predicted, Maddy headbutted him when I put him in the flowerpot, and his legs wobbled. Lovely.

I'm at home for the weekend. Normally I would be delighted at the 24/7 weekend internet access, HOWEVER, I have spent the best part of the morning reloading everything onto the damn thing. It died. Blue Screen. New hard drive. I've shed my tears over the years of stuff that's gone missing, including all the photos I recently loaded off my phone, all the ones of the Ex, ones she sent me from Brasil, photos from school, essays and other documents, saved conversations, ALL MY MUSIC, etc etc. I've silently berated myself for not backing all of it up, I've audibly berated my dad for being on the computer at the time of Blue Screen, and therefore everything being his fault. Now I'm comforting myself with peppermint tea, and the pretence that the old PC was stolen and we've had to buy a new one.

On another note, Nanna and Grandad's 50th wedding anniversary last night was quite fun, despite the presence of 5 children, 4 of whom were under 6, all of them capable of running around the table for three long hours. One of them - apparently my cousin's daughter - had only just started walking, and was actually the smallest person I have EVER seen. At some point in the evening somebody passed her to me and we spent a happy thirty seconds colouring (or 'stab sapped with pencils') until she pooed and it was warm on my leg and I handed her to my mother. Cute, but no bowel control. Not my kinda person.

My uncle from New Zealand arrived entirely unannounced. That was quite cool, especially when grandad swore and nanna spent the next ten minutes telling him off before turning her full attention to her youngest. On the two occasions he has come over since he moved there with auntie and prodigal cousins in tow, about 9 years ago, he has managed to make me feel inadequate and stupid. He always did that to me when I was small. He seems to think it's character building to tell me all aspects of my life are worthless, but he is very funny when he picks on other people, so I forgive him. Sort of. He's staying at our house for the next couple of weeks, but I'm heading back to Hull tomorrow, so I won't have to endure his constructive criticism and questionning for much longer.

And now, because it is pissing it down with rain, I'm going to pass the afternoon installing more PC crap I don't need, because it is comforting. I feel like someone's washed my blanky.

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Behold!

Thu, 10 May 2007 15:35:26 +0200

His legs wobble. He will be taking up residence in my fish tank, in the plant pot, and bubbles will disperse playfully over his head. He needs a name. Crab of Glory is a little too...y'know.

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WAAAH!

Thu, 10 May 2007 12:30:34 +0200

It's my birthday, I'm 23, and I'm hyper!

Because I've had sweets for my breakfast!

And I have a crab for my fish tank!

And I didn't bring in cake. What a lovely office this is.

Lunch, woohoo.

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\Te`di*os"i*ty\

So long...

....la la la....

Poll result...

Screw this!

Opinion poll

Oops, I did it again

Awesome

Suddenly, everything has fallen into place

Nicked from prydwen

I QUIT!

And another...

Friiiiiidaaaaaay!

Never one to drop a subject...

You know they're true

*discreet leap for joy*

*hums*

Life affirming decison #6

FAO Mr Funky

That Friday feeling

Tagtastic

You must be effing joking

Rubbish am I

Accio cake

It's the little things

Last mention of it...

Oh I adore it!

Help, if you please'm

Hola

Behold!

WAAAH!

\Te`dios"ity\

discreet leap for joy

hums