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ObContribution: well, I liked the essay. It's the most interesting 'please link to me' ploy I've found so far, that's my excuse. At least it's better than that wretched 'hi' thing.
That done, I just have to growl randomly for a few moments. Please feel free to ignore me or feed me chocolate. On secnod thoughts, I'm pretty full, so just ignore me.
./~ He's the one who likes all the pretty songs and he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun but he don't know what it means, don't know what it means ~\.
Right, growling over, it's time for me to be horribly cynical about something. Apart from the above look-at-me stunt I've shamefully fallen for, I can't think of any really good targets atm, not that aren't far too obvious to go after anyhow. Can't work up the energy for a good rant even if I did have the brains to find a subject.
Today I was suddenly informed that tomorrow I'm going to the-company-we're-doing-the-engineering-thing-with tomorrow, and we're going to apparently get this project off the ground finally, which given we're meant to be building summat in mid-December and we still don't know what we're planning to build, let alone how to.
Sath's gone, and Naath was out in Warwick, and Helena disappeared at lunchtime with someone else 'cos I had to go to the Engineering meeting thing first. So I had a rather productive day - *finally* got the letters done for Dr Stallard that I've been trying to sort out for ages (breaking two printers in the process - not today, over the whole thing), although then I read most of a book that's turned out to be disappointingly pants. And I appear to have acquired a load of homework, which I'm determinedly doing none of, not even reading through Engineering stuff for tomorrow.
At breaktime I went to the Beacon (the random-food shop over the road from the school - yes, it *is* random, there's some permanent fixtures but there's a fridge that contains entirely random stuff, like packets of bacon and sausages alongside processed cheese, cakes and sandwiches) for once, and bought a scotch egg and a chocolate muffin, and trying to pick my way across the common room to the one unoccupied seat without massive amounts of horrible icky stuff all over it almost kicked someone in the head (I think I clipped them, but I did say sorry), and proceeded to gulp them down 'cos I was just sooo starving. There, bet you all wanted to know that completely pointless and boring incident from my life.
./~ Here we are now, entertain us ~\.
Maybe I'll just give up now.
That done, I just have to growl randomly for a few moments. Please feel free to ignore me or feed me chocolate. On secnod thoughts, I'm pretty full, so just ignore me.
./~ He's the one who likes all the pretty songs and he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun but he don't know what it means, don't know what it means ~\.
Right, growling over, it's time for me to be horribly cynical about something. Apart from the above look-at-me stunt I've shamefully fallen for, I can't think of any really good targets atm, not that aren't far too obvious to go after anyhow. Can't work up the energy for a good rant even if I did have the brains to find a subject.
Today I was suddenly informed that tomorrow I'm going to the-company-we're-doing-the-engineering-thing-with tomorrow, and we're going to apparently get this project off the ground finally, which given we're meant to be building summat in mid-December and we still don't know what we're planning to build, let alone how to.
Sath's gone, and Naath was out in Warwick, and Helena disappeared at lunchtime with someone else 'cos I had to go to the Engineering meeting thing first. So I had a rather productive day - *finally* got the letters done for Dr Stallard that I've been trying to sort out for ages (breaking two printers in the process - not today, over the whole thing), although then I read most of a book that's turned out to be disappointingly pants. And I appear to have acquired a load of homework, which I'm determinedly doing none of, not even reading through Engineering stuff for tomorrow.
At breaktime I went to the Beacon (the random-food shop over the road from the school - yes, it *is* random, there's some permanent fixtures but there's a fridge that contains entirely random stuff, like packets of bacon and sausages alongside processed cheese, cakes and sandwiches) for once, and bought a scotch egg and a chocolate muffin, and trying to pick my way across the common room to the one unoccupied seat without massive amounts of horrible icky stuff all over it almost kicked someone in the head (I think I clipped them, but I did say sorry), and proceeded to gulp them down 'cos I was just sooo starving. There, bet you all wanted to know that completely pointless and boring incident from my life.
./~ Here we are now, entertain us ~\.
Maybe I'll just give up now.
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Date: 2001-11-14 11:05 am (UTC)From:Yay, chocolate!
Date: 2001-11-15 09:04 am (UTC)From:*hugs*
*is feeling rather better today*