I woke up early this morning. I had plans. Plans that stretched as far as get up early and have a shower before everyone else uses the hot water. So I woke up early this morning as very previously mentioned due to having a dreamless night. I mean I love my dreams, thanks tons I dunno crazy dream god sandman figure, but they tire me out. Like in Science of Sleep but with less wandering around naked and falling in love with French girls. And I'm not as attractive as Gael Garcia Bernal even when he's dressed as a woman and bumming crazy priests.
So I woke up early like I said but I missed my chance at cleanliness. Plan failed. The shower did not happen until lunchtime, lunchtime kinda happened at breakfast and studying did not get done at all. Instead I sat and wrote out all the stories I have online so I can have a legible copy of them. Yes, I know there's a machine that prints off words found in a Word file but I prefer to read my own handwriting, crappy scrawl though it is. Also I'm totally low on ink.
A couple of hours drinking (I have to point out here that I originally wrote 'a couple of hours studying') became far too long and while I'm not drunk (thankfully because there's no way in hell I would make it to the library tomorrow with the depression that follows my drinking, I'd stay curled safe in my bed thank you) I'm so very tired. I guess it's the sacrifice one must make for the greater good. The greater good being awesome presents from the very lovely CL (including a Byron postcard! I didn't find it until I got home and got far too excited, so awesome!), acting more gay than I should with the sexy Jane being a fan of the mens after all, making babies with Rob and naming our offspring after Mike. Also I can't think of anything to say about Joe who was also there because I'm tired and all he did was be his usual silly self so there's a mention, which will do.
I should be sleeping. I'm already ruining my plan for tomorrow which is pretty much the same as today's plan but with less fun. I've got friday night to look forward to though. Having a girly night out with the loveliest gal and the vaguely lesbian friend. And then before I know it, it'll be Monday and uni will begin again (although wow do I even have classes on a monday this semester, could I have a 3 day weekend? Holy crap I must check this out when I'm not in bed. I'll put it in big so I'll remember. COULD I HAVE A 3 DAY WEEKEND?) and my proper Indy lessons begin. How To Dig 101. Fuck yeah.
I'll need wellies. And a romantic interest. And a hat/whip/pistol combo. Put it all together and what d'ya get?
Motherlicking fortune and glory, bitch.
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Byron postcard!!!!!
I love Byron despite his rather doubtful behaviour
'It is easier to die for a woman than to live with her'
Classy chap that Byron
Oh so you've just gone back to HER already have you? (love you Em) And what's with all the mentions bar mine? I am most offended :P
Sorry for not saying cheerio :(
I was so sure I mentioned you by name! I distinctly remember typing Jane after I said I acted far too gay so who knows what happened there...I'll edit for fairness
And I'm girl enough to handle the both of you, don't fret ;)
I don't doubt that ;)
I am a fan of the mens and of you. And Nigella Lawson.
I feel all out of the joke :(
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