girlofprey

NEO: Whee! I'm almost-

AGENT SMITH: *BLAM BLAM BLAM*

NEO: *is totally dead*

AGENT SMITH: Awww. Now I have...no one to play with.

AGENT JONES: This is why we can't have nice things, Smith.

I love cleolinda Jones. And her book. Everyone should read it.

I think I'm going to go back to Nottingham this weekend. Or, rather, on Bank Holiday Monday or Tuesday, since my mother will probably cry if I miss even a split second of the Easter Holidays. It really is annoying that the only time I get to enjoy Sky TV and 24 hour internet access and other people cooking for me is the time I usually have to write most of my essays. But that's university for you, I guess. And work really doesn't seem to be happening here, or progressing very slowly, and whether it's because I'm slightly pathetic or because I'm just not used to studying here - it really needs to stop. About this time next month, I will be DONE WITH ALL THE UNI WORK I NEED TO DO FOR MY DEGREE. LIKE EVER. DUDES. Which will let me enjoy X3 in peace, though. But I sort of need to get on with it. I would comfort myself with the utter lack of responsibility I'll have in June, except that I'll probably need to start looking for a job :(

There was Sea of Souls squee today. It gave me a sudden beautiful glimpse of what being part of a proper (read: more than 4 people) fandom must be like, where people just sort of do that, all the time. Brought back all my old Craig/Wade, Craig/Nick, and some Craig/Wade/Nick plotbunnies back, and made me pine for the DVDs in Nottingham. Resolution One for after I finish uni: write. Regularly. All the damn time. It doesn't matter what. Or if it's rubbish. Just write dammit!

Oh, also my takeaway Pizza Hut pizza had a pubic hair on it. I didn't finish it.