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mrsronweasley) wrote2003-05-10 09:56 am
mrsronweasley) wrote2003-05-10 09:56 am
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About last night's entry - thank you for the support, you all know who you are. I'm just trying to get through it all, day by day. We'll see what happens...
~*~
About the Wilde quotes - apparently, there were drunk people right outside my door, but miracle of miracles, I didn't hear them, for once. My hallmate did, though, and she said that she thought she'd heard them read one of the quotes outloud. I'm guessing that's when the ripping took place. They weren't the people I'd been thinking of, but now I have a better idea of who they are. They're friends of the guy that we all also suspect of being the cheese thief. Don't you just love it how it all ties in? Apparently, they were calling his name and his landline until he opened the door for them, after which they inquired (bellowed) why he was in bed. It was 2am. He brought them into his room, which saved us a whole lot of trouble, I suppose (though, like I said, for once, I slept through it) and served him right.
Argh.
Next order of business - obtain sellotape so my next quotes can go up. They are:
"Man is a lot of things, but he is not rational."
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
And another which I can't remember at the moment. Not very snarky, but I like them, and whatever, dude, they can go fuck themselves. Oh, wait, they have. And if not, they certainly will, just give 'em time.
Today's order of business: marshall all of my motivation and begin writing my self-esteem essay. Hopefully, get through at least half of it.
Oh, whatever. It'll happen. Fuck it.
I don't even understand why it should matter so much, since I'm not continuing psych ANYWAY. And it doesn't count towards my GPA. But if I fuck this year up, I will never hear the end of it. Something tells me that if I tell my family my current troubles, it will fail to move them. "Yes, we understand, but there's still school to consider!"
Bite me. Consider this.
Argh.
~*~
About the Wilde quotes - apparently, there were drunk people right outside my door, but miracle of miracles, I didn't hear them, for once. My hallmate did, though, and she said that she thought she'd heard them read one of the quotes outloud. I'm guessing that's when the ripping took place. They weren't the people I'd been thinking of, but now I have a better idea of who they are. They're friends of the guy that we all also suspect of being the cheese thief. Don't you just love it how it all ties in? Apparently, they were calling his name and his landline until he opened the door for them, after which they inquired (bellowed) why he was in bed. It was 2am. He brought them into his room, which saved us a whole lot of trouble, I suppose (though, like I said, for once, I slept through it) and served him right.
Argh.
Next order of business - obtain sellotape so my next quotes can go up. They are:
"Man is a lot of things, but he is not rational."
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
And another which I can't remember at the moment. Not very snarky, but I like them, and whatever, dude, they can go fuck themselves. Oh, wait, they have. And if not, they certainly will, just give 'em time.
Today's order of business: marshall all of my motivation and begin writing my self-esteem essay. Hopefully, get through at least half of it.
Oh, whatever. It'll happen. Fuck it.
I don't even understand why it should matter so much, since I'm not continuing psych ANYWAY. And it doesn't count towards my GPA. But if I fuck this year up, I will never hear the end of it. Something tells me that if I tell my family my current troubles, it will fail to move them. "Yes, we understand, but there's still school to consider!"
Bite me. Consider this.
Argh.
I'm loving Angel instead...uh
Hey, anything I'll say will sound all cliche, but what the hell. I went through such a rough time during my last year of uni. It was hard, my best friend had become a total bitch and I was sharing a flat with her. I was suffering mildly from SAD (no depression, but sleeping a good 16 hours and still feeling sooooo tired) so lectures were not really attended, and my friends at uni were all also so stressed that I didn't want to worry them.
All I can say is it gets better. And it really does. Just keep faith in what you do have...good friends who love you, people who want you to be happy, and a cause *cough* R/S *cough*. *grin*
Plus you'll have all these experiences with which you can go about giving cheesey advice to others with. And isn't that the most important thing? I think so... Heh.
Plus...you may get to see me and Sarah in a few weeks! Yay! Brighton right? I've always wanted to visit the gay capital of the UK.
...And Angel loves *you*...
God, it sounds like it. :-/ Poor you. I understand how all that goes. I mean, I have different, er, symptoms, but yeah - it's just a tad rough. I'm really glad that that year is over for you.
All I can say is it gets better. And it really does.
I hope you're right. I know that these things eventually come to some sort of conclusion, but I'm just afraid of the consequences, of everything. Bah. But someday, it'll all be ok, if not forgotten.
Giving out cheesy advice is, indeed, good. Heh. Guru galore!
Plus...you may get to see me and Sarah in a few weeks! Yay!
YAY! Oh, you both SHOULD come down here!! You will LOVE IT, and I didn't think you'd have time, but if you DO have time - you really, really should. Honestly, both you and Sarah will adore Brighton - it's made for people like us. :-P Fuck, now I'm actually excited about this - you definitely should see if you can, because Brighton is amazing.
And thank you. :)
*hugs you back*
Re: ...And Angel loves *you*...
Brighton...gay capital of the UK, plus Liz? Do you really think we'd miss it?!?
Never fear...we'll organise it somehow pet. *hugs* yay!
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... support anyway.
Good luck with the essay. Keep your head above the water, you can swim!
percival
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I shall do my best. Swimming is a good thing. As we all know. *cough*
:) *hugs*
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(And if I were a bit nearer, I'd go and slap stupid people upside the head with a copy of De Porfundis myself. gah.)
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Thank you, sweetie, for everything. Love you.
*huge hugs*
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Meanwhile, I won't email because you don't know me that well and I'd feel like I was intriguing. But you know, as they say, big hugs. Which almost came out as big gugs because my finger slipped. So, you know. Big gugs.