They Say What They Say

God, I haven't posted in aaaages! I must get better at remembering to do so.

Meanwhile, here's a short update on what's going on in Layleeland:

• I'm still internetless at home and I'm not really missing it, except for those nights when I'm watching a movie and I can't remember the name of the actor playing the second best friend or some such. That's when I really wish I could jump onto IMDB to find out, although the feeling subsides after I'm ambled off to make a cup of tea.
• Mousey Mousey has reared his(her) ugly head again. Every now and then I see a flash of tail or whiskers and I've become paranoid about wiping the kitchen bench down ever since I found some suspicious looking black deposits near the tea caddy. Grrr!
• I'm going to a conference in Brisbane in September, yay!
• I'm also going to a 'We're not getting married but mum offered to throw us a party anyway' party in Adelaide in October. Note to self: you'll be with your very stylish sisters-in-law. Buy new dress and shoes!
• My bike wen't through a period of need new pedals and needing a service and breaks failing. Who'd a thunk that owning a bike could be just as complicated as owning a car?
• My internetless state has seen me become obsessed with knitting gloves to while away the hours at home. I can't stop buying wool and trawling the intertubes for new patterns. I may be a wee bit addicted to knit one, purl one :~\
• I've just been invited to my 25th year high school reunion. Oh god, I'm not that old am I???

God, I haven't posted in aaaages! I must get better at remembering to do so.

Meanwhile, here's a short update on what's going on in Layleeland:

• I'm still internetless at home and I'm not really missing it, except for those nights when I'm watching a movie and I can't remember the name of the actor playing the second best friend or some such. That's when I really wish I could jump onto IMDB to find out, although the feeling subsides after I'm ambled off to make a cup of tea.
• Mousey Mousey has reared his(her) ugly head again. Every now and then I see a flash of tail or whiskers and I've become paranoid about wiping the kitchen bench down ever since I found some suspicious looking black deposits near the tea caddy. Grrr!
• I'm going to a conference in Brisbane in September, yay!
• I'm also going to a 'We're not getting married but mum offered to throw us a party anyway' party in Adelaide in October. Note to self: you'll be with your very stylish sisters-in-law. Buy new dress and shoes!
• My bike wen't through a period of need new pedals and needing a service and breaks failing. Who'd a thunk that owning a bike could be just as complicated as owning a car?
• My internetless state has seen me become obsessed with knitting gloves to while away the hours at home. I can't stop buying wool and trawling the intertubes for new patterns. I may be a wee bit addicted to knit one, purl one :~\
• I've just been invited to my 25th year high school reunion. Oh god, I'm not that old am I???

I think there may be possums in my roof. Bloody big possums, judging by all the thumping that's going on. And I also suspect that Mousey Mousey is back because I heard a scratching sound coming from the spot where he used to get into my kitchen before I blocked it up.

Why is nature picking on me?

I think there may be possums in my roof. Bloody big possums, judging by all the thumping that's going on. And I also suspect that Mousey Mousey is back because I heard a scratching sound coming from the spot where he used to get into my kitchen before I blocked it up.

Why is nature picking on me?

It's possible that Delia has blown a head gasket which will cost many $$$ to fix. Like Scarlett O'Hara I'm going to think about it tomorrow.

These things never happen with a bicycle.

Meanwhile I am marginally cheered by this post in scrggle's journal that confirms what many fangirls have speculated about for a long time; yes, indeed, Callum is a boob guy.

I'm also contemplating adopting the cat the friend of a friend at work is trying to find a home for. P&O said they'd feed her when I go visit the family on the weekends and it'd be nice to have a friendly face to come home to in the evenings. And it would certainly solve the Mousey Mousey problem.

Why haven't I got any chocolate?

It's possible that Delia has blown a head gasket which will cost many $$$ to fix. Like Scarlett O'Hara I'm going to think about it tomorrow.

These things never happen with a bicycle.

Meanwhile I am marginally cheered by this post in scrggle's journal that confirms what many fangirls have speculated about for a long time; yes, indeed, Callum is a boob guy.

I'm also contemplating adopting the cat the friend of a friend at work is trying to find a home for. P&O said they'd feed her when I go visit the family on the weekends and it'd be nice to have a friendly face to come home to in the evenings. And it would certainly solve the Mousey Mousey problem.

Why haven't I got any chocolate?

GAH!

My essay is driving me insane, work has morphed into this weird limbo state while I wait to go on leave for two weeks before I start my new job, work colleague is driving me insane with his incessant outrage at just how f**d up the place is, even though we already know that thankyouverymuch!, and I've developed this odd obsession with Jensen Ackles' freckles and the scar on his chin.

Also, I'm trying to write this fic and I keep getting distracted by homework. Shouldn't it be the other way 'round?

About the only sane thing in my life at the moment is the fic that's being generated by sn_playbook and the knowledge that in ten days this degree will be toast. Oh, and the Riva coffee commercial which I find wonderfully daggy in the extreme.

At least I didn't find any more traces of Mousey Mousey when I got home tonight, which is something I suppose.

GAH!

My essay is driving me insane, work has morphed into this weird limbo state while I wait to go on leave for two weeks before I start my new job, work colleague is driving me insane with his incessant outrage at just how f**d up the place is, even though we already know that thankyouverymuch!, and I've developed this odd obsession with Jensen Ackles' freckles and the scar on his chin.

Also, I'm trying to write this fic and I keep getting distracted by homework. Shouldn't it be the other way 'round?

About the only sane thing in my life at the moment is the fic that's being generated by sn_playbook and the knowledge that in ten days this degree will be toast. Oh, and the Riva coffee commercial which I find wonderfully daggy in the extreme.

At least I didn't find any more traces of Mousey Mousey when I got home tonight, which is something I suppose.

I think I've solved the Mousey Mousey problem with the purchase of some special Mousey Mousey food and by blocking the hole through which he (she?) could get into my flat popper via the hot water service cupboard. When I looked in there today all the special food had been eaten so I'm now assuming that Mousey Mousey has gone to a better place that isn't my flat.

I've also downloaded the newest version of Firefox and my God I love the automatic spell check. Writing an LJ entry just got a whole lot easier thanks to the squiggly red line that now pops up under spelling errors and being able to right-click on them to correct or add them to dictionary.

*huggles cleaver browser*

I spent the day in the law library, writing my essay and doodling a list of DVDs in between paragraphs. I now have nearly 1000 words of the essay and have pretty much spent the pay rise I get with the new job before I've end started it :~\

I haven't had any chocolate today and I'm feeling oddly incomplete. I may have to go for a walk to the BP in a little while. Or make a cake. One of these things is a definite.

I think I've solved the Mousey Mousey problem with the purchase of some special Mousey Mousey food and by blocking the hole through which he (she?) could get into my flat popper via the hot water service cupboard. When I looked in there today all the special food had been eaten so I'm now assuming that Mousey Mousey has gone to a better place that isn't my flat.

I've also downloaded the newest version of Firefox and my God I love the automatic spell check. Writing an LJ entry just got a whole lot easier thanks to the squiggly red line that now pops up under spelling errors and being able to right-click on them to correct or add them to dictionary.

*huggles cleaver browser*

I spent the day in the law library, writing my essay and doodling a list of DVDs in between paragraphs. I now have nearly 1000 words of the essay and have pretty much spent the pay rise I get with the new job before I've end started it :~\

I haven't had any chocolate today and I'm feeling oddly incomplete. I may have to go for a walk to the BP in a little while. Or make a cake. One of these things is a definite.