I was not sure of what I wanted to do.*
Jul. 12th, 2008 01:13 pmI've got plane tickets, got work to do, am still an emotional see-saw, and have no internet at home.
The stuff below the cut is my brain in freak-out mode. There's my travel dates, a small favour requested, and some moaning about Mom.
You'll never guess where I am. No, I'm not in Rotterdam, despite my plans. I'm at the university cafeteria, leeching off their wireless. Why? Stupid home internet dies again.
So I've bought plane tickets to Spain from July 25 to August 20, only because I was finally goaded by mom, who set the dates. As to where I'll be in Spain when, that's another matter for another day.
So what I'm going to do today is 1) get the fuck away from the cafeteria before I crack, 2) eat something, 3) check out what I'm going to read for the Self Study, 4) quietly go insane.
Aw crap, I'm sorry I'm writting so cracky now, and I'm sorry for those reading this - honestly, I really suck at distancing emotional-states from writing-states. It's just been a tough week, emotionally speaking, and the worst is that there isn't anything that really set me off, not reall, and it's hard to get out of the funk when you're in it - like quicksand - and oh my gods I really need to get out of this caf'.
I was wondering if anyone'd be kind enough to do me a favour during those days. It would involve just nipping off to Digger, which updates Tuesdays and Thursdays) and saving the day's comic for me. I've managed to get them all since late last year, and I'll be internetless in Spain, and I'd love it if I didn't miss those.
I'm not making sense. Sorry, 'netting in a public place having been thoroughly chewed up by Mother just doesn't work with me. There's too many people here, and I'm starting to feel jittery and Escape! Escape!
Mom's been berating me about not having bought the ticket's earlier - "They're worth E10 more than yesteday!" - and about not having volunteered for an NGO for July and for not having checked out job websites and for sucking them dry of money still and for not getting my act together and how I'm going to have to get a job next year and how this is the penultimate plane ticket they'll pay for me and how... I don't know, really, basically just how much I suck. She was in an exceptionally bitchy mood. (The fact that she's right sucks balls.)
Quote of the Day: John Irving
Links of the Day:
Neil Gaiman Interview
Cosplay: Sandman's The Endless
evadne_noel's review of Hancock
snowgrouse's John Simm Uber-Picspam on the occasion of his birthday.
Thomas M. Disch's Descending - Recommended by NGaiman
* Geoffrey Rush
The stuff below the cut is my brain in freak-out mode. There's my travel dates, a small favour requested, and some moaning about Mom.
You'll never guess where I am. No, I'm not in Rotterdam, despite my plans. I'm at the university cafeteria, leeching off their wireless. Why? Stupid home internet dies again.
So I've bought plane tickets to Spain from July 25 to August 20, only because I was finally goaded by mom, who set the dates. As to where I'll be in Spain when, that's another matter for another day.
So what I'm going to do today is 1) get the fuck away from the cafeteria before I crack, 2) eat something, 3) check out what I'm going to read for the Self Study, 4) quietly go insane.
Aw crap, I'm sorry I'm writting so cracky now, and I'm sorry for those reading this - honestly, I really suck at distancing emotional-states from writing-states. It's just been a tough week, emotionally speaking, and the worst is that there isn't anything that really set me off, not reall, and it's hard to get out of the funk when you're in it - like quicksand - and oh my gods I really need to get out of this caf'.
I was wondering if anyone'd be kind enough to do me a favour during those days. It would involve just nipping off to Digger, which updates Tuesdays and Thursdays) and saving the day's comic for me. I've managed to get them all since late last year, and I'll be internetless in Spain, and I'd love it if I didn't miss those.
I'm not making sense. Sorry, 'netting in a public place having been thoroughly chewed up by Mother just doesn't work with me. There's too many people here, and I'm starting to feel jittery and Escape! Escape!
Mom's been berating me about not having bought the ticket's earlier - "They're worth E10 more than yesteday!" - and about not having volunteered for an NGO for July and for not having checked out job websites and for sucking them dry of money still and for not getting my act together and how I'm going to have to get a job next year and how this is the penultimate plane ticket they'll pay for me and how... I don't know, really, basically just how much I suck. She was in an exceptionally bitchy mood. (The fact that she's right sucks balls.)
Quote of the Day: John Irving
Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!
Links of the Day:
Neil Gaiman Interview
Cosplay: Sandman's The Endless
Thomas M. Disch's Descending - Recommended by NGaiman
* Geoffrey Rush
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Date: 2008-07-12 01:55 pm (UTC)I can do my best to grab up Digger for you! If you toss me your archives. I used to do the same thing but I got distracted. <333
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Date: 2008-07-13 06:37 pm (UTC)Of course I'll toss you my archive. They're all over the place at the moment, so bear with me a while.
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Date: 2008-07-13 06:38 pm (UTC)<33