girlofprey

First of all, I would like to say a big hurrah for jekesta, for alerting me to the fact that all DVD software on laptops everywhere will make screencaps, and that I was an idiot. Hurray, screencaps!! Of all the beautiful people who I love and no-one else knows exist!! Icons are just around the corner, I can feel it. And, when I get my actual laptop connected to the Internet, probably picspam of people I love and no-one else knows exist. AND YOU WILL ALL HAVE TO LOOK AT IT HAHAHAHA!!!

Secondly, I would like to say that coming home from Nottingham was made immensely more pleasurable by the package of jekesta waiting for me on my desk. I expected DVDs - I got so much more! Lollies! Ritter Sport in inexplicable flavours! A sheep/pylon/tree OT3 postcard! A glove to call my own! It was like some kind of beautiful dream, and my sister read the postcard because she heard me giggling and now she wants to be Jekesta, and I do not blame her, for truly she is a bundle of loveliness, like her packages :D!

Thirdly, I am home from Nottingham. I did so much packing. I have so much stuff. I did so much cleaning. I cleaned an oven. I scrubbed bathroom tiles till they stopped being bright orange. I got stabbed with a staple taking recycling to the recycling place. But I am home, and desperately trying to fit my stuff into a tiny room full of all my old stuff. I do not think I will win at space. But I will have proper curtains that do not let light on my face at 7 o'clock in the morning. This is all for the good. Also I am feeling a bit better about my results. It turns out 2 of my flatmates got pretty much the same, and even the other who is a smartypants hugely interested in all things academic and poetic and whatnot and normally gets 70s, did not get a first. University is more difficult than it looks I assume. I understand most of the marks I got (I hate you, drama, you are not even proper English omg!), and girl flatmate who actually failed a few exams and essays and still got 63.9 and I talked about university, and essays, and why we even want Firsts, and I feel much better. Thank you flist for your kind comments also :*:*:*(to infinity).

Fourthly, I did not see Doctor Who on Saturday. My flatmate had already packed his TV. I am all bereft. LJ is making me feel berefter with its 'no clues but oh wasn't it fabulous?' ways. But I did go see the League of Gentlemen film! And loved it!

( Some thoughts )

Home again home again ::dances a home dance - jiggety-jig?::

It's like the end of a horror movie, when the thoroughly killed bad guy gets back up for one last scare. Just got them, and had to discuss them with my very nice, but still 'strange' in the 'stranger' sense, personal tutor. ( moping about/rejoicing in my results )

Have to go into town now and attempt to buy myself some half-decent new clothes, and possibly get a new A string for my violin. What with cheques going in and out though, I'm not entirely sure how much money I have, which should make things quite interesting. Also have to write a review of Meet the Fockers before tomorrow morning, which I'm completely not in the headspace for yet. I don't even know what I'm going to say. It was funny, but not as good as the first one. I'll whack 400 words out somehow.

On the subject of Meet the Fockers, Greg/Jack continues to be OTP liek whoa, to borrow (steal) a phrase (strikethrough key, where are you?). For God's sake, Jack proposed to him in the first one! And watched him sleep. Pam is just so completely pointless, except as a way to bring them together. Hmm. ( Spoilers )

Blah. Got a long weekend of reading ahead of me. Gulliver's Travels, The Miller/Reeve's Tale, gender theory and a Midsummer Night's Dream, oh my. But first my greatest trick, shopping without money.