{ triumphs and disgraces }

Word count, I SO OWN YOU. 1,040 words, beeotches. Mwhahaha.

YSI, you so own me. *tries to upload for 328372937298796th time*

Sonnet - you are so going to DIE if you don't SHUT UP and CONFORM TO IAMBIC PENTAMETER ALREADY. Dude. Not fun! And we've been doing this for a fortnight, argh!

The weekend has been cool. I bought me a jacket and two pairs of gloves (BHS - do! not! laugh! - was doing a 48hour mega sale wherein you got 20% off everything and so my gloves only cost me two quid) and this half-torso top that I have no name (and no camisole) for. I also bought food, although I forgot to buy my cereal or a chapstick. Woe! My poor lips are all manky and dry and ewwwww. And sore, because, ow :(

Love this song.

I've got more fic to type up although I've hit something of a snag because the style needs to change a little bit, but I need to maintain all of the perspectives. And I need to make the threeway angst so much more apparent. Just you wait until I bring in Lil. Haha. I think I'll be writing fic in tomorrow's OE lecture. And the seminar. JUST BECAUSE. (My interest in my subject has just become non-existant. Here's hoping it has a nice vaction and then comes back refreshed and ready to be invigorated).

Note to self: make XF icons.

Unsurprisingly, I was feeling a bit sad earlier. Having now triumphed over The Stupid Wordcount, I now feel considerably better. I should probably go to sleep though. Full day tomorrow. And it is now cold. Waaay too cold for November. We shouldn't get this weather until January, at least. Brrr. MORE WOE! I can't turn on the heating in my room. In a cool (haha) turn of events, I have a double duvet thing so I can take the other half out of the closet now and button the two halves together. How ahhhsum awesome is that?!

believe it or not, this is procrastination. I'm stoppingmyself from going to sleep. Guys? I'm SO DUMB sometimes. *headdesk*

{ this is how I like to waste my time }

I have a lecture at 9, I've just printed off my essay, the weather is making my nose the one part of my body (other than my uterus, which for once is playing nice) that I would now like to be rid of. At 1.30pm today, I am going to kill that sonnet dead. Yeah.

Welcome to my Winter Moods, people. Hang on to your hats/heads/toupées. /spam

{ letters to the flist }

Dear Flist,

Meisha totally just read your eljays but right now is feeling ohso lazeee and thus made no comments. Meisha promises to rectify this tomorrow when she's no longer shattered. Thank you and g'night!

-- M x

{ quickie }

"OMG I'm like a freakin' cat!"*

Yes, yes, indeed. In other news, the balloons are no longer in the hallway because in a frenzy of The Crazy, my faltmate went around popping them all with a pin. The remains are on a chair in the kitchen if anyone wants them. Hehe. Wouldn't it be so cool if we had someone like AJ from Empire Records who could stick things to the floor?

In an annoying turn of events, the fridge is now once again in the cupboard. Yeah.

* will explain this later. Promise.