Dear Friend

I don’t really know what I'm going to be talking about today. There’s so much stuff to say that I don’t really know where to start. Still, the king of hearts gave some advice to that, so I think I’ll stick with him.

Ok, so yesterday I was totally bitching on about how we have no room in the fridge. I did… you can scroll down and have a look… go on, I’ll wait. Seen it? Right. Well it turns out someone had bitched to Dave (our landlord) about them being f*****, because I got a call at about 11 or so this morning from him asking if I was in the house cos he’d arranged to have a new fridge and freezer delivered today. I so need to get an email prompt for him… anyway, yeah, we now have a new fridge and a new freezer! Wooop!! And they should be big enough for the 7 of us… just you wait until next week… I’ll be complaining about the lack of space again…

Anyway, me and Simon are sorting out all the stuff, moving things out of the old fridge and into the new one… and we realised that between the 7 of us, we drink 3 different kinds of milk, and that in total there were 10 cartons of the stuff, each of varying filled-ness. Yes, I know that isn't a word, so sue me!

My entire department is expecting. Ok, so that’s an exaggeration. I had 2 lectures today, a 2-4 pharmacology lecture, where the lecturer is about 5-6 months pregnant I’d say. And then from 4-5 had immunology, where the lecturer is just over 4 months pregnant. And it’s a little disconcerting, because Lindsay, the immunology lecturer was my personal tutor last year. And she was lovely. Asking after me when bumping into me in the corridor, inviting us in for a cuppa whenever we needed to chat etc. Anyway, now, she’s a little bit mean… we’re putting it down to hormones, but yeah, she was NICE last year dammit! I was looking forward to having her teach us!

My room is slightly less of a shit tip than it has been for the past, oh, month. I’ve found my iPod! See, I had it when I came back on the train on Monday, and then I realised when I got to uni on Tuesday that I hadn’t picked it up. And then on Wednesday I was in a rush, so it was only on Thursday that I started wanting it. And I couldn’t find it. Turns out it was under a complete pile of what I can truthfully say is complete rubbish. I found it this morning. Completely drained of battery, but then it has been slightly starved for the past week. But it’s better now.

It still won’t update anything from my iTunes however. Which is a bummer. Cos I want to put Anna Nalick on it. I've sorta been listening to that CD for the past week in between everything else I've played. It’s been her, then say Amiee Mann, then Anna, then The Beautiful South. Then Anna… you catch my drift. So yeah, thanks Mark for that.

I’m home in 3 days, 20 hours, 52 minutes… Not that I'm counting it down or nothing… there’s just something about home that I miss when I'm away. Not sure if its one little thing, one big thing, or lots of things meshed together. But there it is.

Have you ever wondered what your reflection sees when it looks at you?

So my printer has managed to fix itself of all the fun games it was playing with me last week. And most of the programs on my laptop are working to their normal state… whatever that happens to be. Slow in the case of one messenger, and crap in the case of another. Oh, but my DVD program decided to pack up and stop working when I was marathon-ing Firefly on Saturday. But that’s sorted itself out now cos I was able to watch Garden State on it no problem yesterday.

But I think my laptop is on its last legs. Every time I turn it on it wants to do a disk check. And so the first time that message came on I let it run. Only to get bored after the about 150th file segment was found to be unreadable, restarted it and skipped the disk check. So now when I turn it on I can’t then go off and do something while I wait for it to load up. I have to be on hand to skip the disk check. I'm actually surprised it’s lasted this long, what with me never actually putting anything all that good on to stop it from being attacked by multi-virus’.

Apparently the ticket office at my station is also a urinal. Not really something you want to see on the way to catch a train really. I'm trying to decide what’s worse, the “Friends” encounter, or that.

If you could meet anyone from any time, who would you meet?

Quote- Ed- There once was a man from Leeds
Who ate a packet of seeds
A bright yellow rose
Grew out of his nose
And his beard was covered in leaves

Um yeah… no idea where that came from, but it’s a cool limerick, so it can be my quote today.

There’s a pub crawl on tonight. But I have only just about got the money for the T-shirt to get me in free to all the places on the crawl; I don’t have any money for any drinks. So it’d be pointless me going. Hence the staying here. Writing… I meant working… yeah…

So a few months ago (I think) I said that my mum wasn’t planning on spending Christmas day with my dad. That we (the 3 kids) were gonna be at hers the 23/24th, and then got o dads on the 25th. Turns out that that is now wrong. And we get yet another occasion where we get to sit and play happy families and pretend that there isn't anything wrong. That they aren’t about to get divorced. I'm too sure if I can do it. Oh sure, come the day I’ll be all smiles and curtseys and be the dutiful daughter. But I won’t like it. And nothing they can do will make me.

See, when my mum first moved out for about 6 months about, oh, 4 and a bit years ago now, I was a mess. I hated it when she was there, because all we did was play happy families. And if we could be such a happy family, what the hell was she doing living in frigging Newcastle?! Course then I found out the reason behind it all. Not that that made the pretending any easier to deal with. It’s just slightly pissing me off. How are we meant to be able to fully move on if we keep having to pretend that nothings changed?

My life is so fucked up right now. Or maybe it’s exactly how its been for the last couple of years, but I'm finally beginning to feel it. Maybe my bubble is cracking. *shrugs*

I’m stopping here. I've reached the end.