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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-09-04 01:22 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-09-04 01:22 pm
the nothingness of being...
...or something like that.
Am bored. Am so bored that I've been trying to remodel my journal once again. I'm getting a little tired of the dark theme...but I can't seem to pick anything else, and I'm not talented enough to change things on my own. Ah, well, we'll see.
I went to pay my tuition today, but my room and board bill hasn't gone through yet, due to study abroad. However, it turns out that I can do it beore 9/17 - yay! That's a pretty long time. My loan might actually go through before then, though I'm not holding my breath - just because that's my luck...
Last night, I converted someone into an Alan Rickman fan and I'm damn proud. *G*
"He is really sexy, isn't he?"
Drool...
The Voice of God, indeed.
And don't you hate it when people look over your shoulder or from the side to see what you're doing? This whole summer's been plagued by this phenomenon, because I don't have internet access at home - I've had to resort to labs - and whoever is sitting next to me thinks it's quite all right to stare blankly at my screen while they're waiting for their own to load. God, it's just as irritating as when someone on the subway tries to read your book over your shoulder.
My book. I'm reading it. Step away.
And I've just realized that I have nothing interesting to say. At all, it seems. Life around me bubbles and spurts, and I'm just sitting like a lug, doing absolutely nothing. I hate that, but there really is nothing for me to do but sit on my ass and read. Or walk and read. Or lie and read. Or...well, you get the picture.
However, I guess there is news, after all - we moved. Well, Sam and two of our friends moved, and I tagged along. I'm only living there for ten more days, but still... It's an actual house. That's right. With bedrooms. No more sharing a studio with three other stinky hairy people! Wheee! Of course, there are cats, which I have found myself allergic to, but they hide during most of the day and only come out at night. Unfortunately, therein lies the problem. The bed that Sam has is barely large enough for one person (don't ask me how, but it's true), therefore two people sharing it is simply ludicrous. For the past few nights, one person inevitably ended up sleeping on a blanket on the floor, because the couch in the living room (we have a living room!) is out of the question - precisely because of the cats. They stalk around and make noises, which is why I woke up at 2am last night to a crash. I then looked over and one of them had slinked under the couch, while the other just stared at me from the loveseat. Its eyes glowed and I realized that that was too creepy for me and went into the bedroom, where I put down the comforter and fell asleep on the floor.
It stinks. No, not the floor - the situation. But, what can you do, we all have to make sacrifices. Tonight will be Sam's turn to sleep on the floor. He can deal.
Heh.
Over and out.
Am bored. Am so bored that I've been trying to remodel my journal once again. I'm getting a little tired of the dark theme...but I can't seem to pick anything else, and I'm not talented enough to change things on my own. Ah, well, we'll see.
I went to pay my tuition today, but my room and board bill hasn't gone through yet, due to study abroad. However, it turns out that I can do it beore 9/17 - yay! That's a pretty long time. My loan might actually go through before then, though I'm not holding my breath - just because that's my luck...
Last night, I converted someone into an Alan Rickman fan and I'm damn proud. *G*
"He is really sexy, isn't he?"
Drool...
The Voice of God, indeed.
And don't you hate it when people look over your shoulder or from the side to see what you're doing? This whole summer's been plagued by this phenomenon, because I don't have internet access at home - I've had to resort to labs - and whoever is sitting next to me thinks it's quite all right to stare blankly at my screen while they're waiting for their own to load. God, it's just as irritating as when someone on the subway tries to read your book over your shoulder.
My book. I'm reading it. Step away.
And I've just realized that I have nothing interesting to say. At all, it seems. Life around me bubbles and spurts, and I'm just sitting like a lug, doing absolutely nothing. I hate that, but there really is nothing for me to do but sit on my ass and read. Or walk and read. Or lie and read. Or...well, you get the picture.
However, I guess there is news, after all - we moved. Well, Sam and two of our friends moved, and I tagged along. I'm only living there for ten more days, but still... It's an actual house. That's right. With bedrooms. No more sharing a studio with three other stinky hairy people! Wheee! Of course, there are cats, which I have found myself allergic to, but they hide during most of the day and only come out at night. Unfortunately, therein lies the problem. The bed that Sam has is barely large enough for one person (don't ask me how, but it's true), therefore two people sharing it is simply ludicrous. For the past few nights, one person inevitably ended up sleeping on a blanket on the floor, because the couch in the living room (we have a living room!) is out of the question - precisely because of the cats. They stalk around and make noises, which is why I woke up at 2am last night to a crash. I then looked over and one of them had slinked under the couch, while the other just stared at me from the loveseat. Its eyes glowed and I realized that that was too creepy for me and went into the bedroom, where I put down the comforter and fell asleep on the floor.
It stinks. No, not the floor - the situation. But, what can you do, we all have to make sacrifices. Tonight will be Sam's turn to sleep on the floor. He can deal.
Heh.
Over and out.