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thelibraniniquityToday's been one of those rollercoaster days, you know, the type that swings from shitty to amusing, to crappy to almost ok without any warning?
*nods*
Rolled out of bed at about 8.30 this morning to find my bus pass was missing. Not where it was supposed to be, not anywhere in fact. I duly panicked and caught a bus into uni anyway (paying for le privilege, erk...), 'cause those pesky short loan books carry nasty fines that increse every 30 minutes they're late.
Came straight back home after, while waiting at the bus stop at the Keele end, some random guy in the bus queue flirted with me. That was amusing, though I think we both thought we made arses of ourselves by the end of it!!
Two hours and several thorough searches of my room (and the kitchen, AND the rubbish store...) later, the bus pass has officially been declared MIA. (All I can now think has happened is that it fell out of my bag sometime after catching the bus home on Friday.) Truly shite.
Simone called me after the first lecture I missed because I was too busy pulling my room to pieces to tell me I needed to sign up for a "Sources and Debates" seminar for next semester's History module. Oh, and could I take notes at the US Government lecture for her, as she wasn't going to be there.
Sure I said. So back into university I went (more money on bus fares...).
Got back home again at around 7. Finally managed to talk to Mum and -- yay! -- she wasn't mad at me over the bus pass (I did explain about pulling room apart and going through rubbish etc.). Partly I think because there was only three weeks left on it, but either way she's sending me up some money to cover the costs of bus travel for the next almost-three weeks. Which has made me feel a lot better than I thought it would.
Put off the Balkans essay some more by finishing and wrapping Hannah's birthday/Christmas presents, ready to send off tomorrow. She should get those in plenty of time, and if I'm really lucky, she'll love what I've made her as well!
Still got the damn essays to do, though. Sigh...
*nods*
Rolled out of bed at about 8.30 this morning to find my bus pass was missing. Not where it was supposed to be, not anywhere in fact. I duly panicked and caught a bus into uni anyway (paying for le privilege, erk...), 'cause those pesky short loan books carry nasty fines that increse every 30 minutes they're late.
Came straight back home after, while waiting at the bus stop at the Keele end, some random guy in the bus queue flirted with me. That was amusing, though I think we both thought we made arses of ourselves by the end of it!!
Two hours and several thorough searches of my room (and the kitchen, AND the rubbish store...) later, the bus pass has officially been declared MIA. (All I can now think has happened is that it fell out of my bag sometime after catching the bus home on Friday.) Truly shite.
Simone called me after the first lecture I missed because I was too busy pulling my room to pieces to tell me I needed to sign up for a "Sources and Debates" seminar for next semester's History module. Oh, and could I take notes at the US Government lecture for her, as she wasn't going to be there.
Sure I said. So back into university I went (more money on bus fares...).
Got back home again at around 7. Finally managed to talk to Mum and -- yay! -- she wasn't mad at me over the bus pass (I did explain about pulling room apart and going through rubbish etc.). Partly I think because there was only three weeks left on it, but either way she's sending me up some money to cover the costs of bus travel for the next almost-three weeks. Which has made me feel a lot better than I thought it would.
Put off the Balkans essay some more by finishing and wrapping Hannah's birthday/Christmas presents, ready to send off tomorrow. She should get those in plenty of time, and if I'm really lucky, she'll love what I've made her as well!
Still got the damn essays to do, though. Sigh...