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Addiction? What addiction?
Well, I went an entire week without the Internet. No big, you might think. But I did it willingly. I needed the time out.
Anyway, apologies for whatever I said last post; I don't remember, but I know I wasn't in the best of moods. I did an incredibly lengthy and rambling and thoroughly irritating post on the train (more on that in a moment) on the way home, but it's still in the notebook and will probably remain there. In any case, I've caught up on sleep, if not work - still have 10,000 words to write, alas - whilst at home, as well as finishing chapter two of Broken Record. Priorities, people. :)
Will doubtless see several of you tomorrow, some of whom I must talk to about Top Secret Things, but I don't think either of them read this any more...
Anyway, the train thing. You have to do it at least once in your lifetime, I think. I got on the wrong train. All right, stop laughing. In my defense, the train to Crewe shouldn't even have been at that bloody platform in the first place, and I couldn't hear the announcements over screaming children and station traffic. They didn't check the tickets until Uttoxeter (two stops later) and then I got off at a place called Blythe Bridge, waited twenty minutes for another train (the next wasn't until an hour after that; there was a pub nearby, but I had images of it being "A Local Pub for Local People" and was very glad the train to Derby turned up) then finally got home three hours later than anticipated. But it was interesting, to say the least...
Went on a three mile walk in the Lickeys on Tuesday, and will post interesting photos when I'm back on... Tuesday, oddly enough.
Don't think there's anything else of interest. I got bought clothes! It's been so long! And will wear the new jeans on Monday, doubtless to much pointing and laughing because I'm a Big Greebo in them. Have still not sent Eni the Sunset CDs, cannot be buggered to read the communities on my friends list, so I hope there's not too much from everyone else to plough through... I think that's it.
Signing off now. Only on to check email - incuding to see if there's anything from Plagiarising Bitch Girl, who maintains she'll just repost. Well, hon, I can play the game as long as you can; you repost, I'll re-report. Anyway, if there's anything from her, I'll delete it unread. I am washing my hands of the entire incident.
That's it...
Anyway, apologies for whatever I said last post; I don't remember, but I know I wasn't in the best of moods. I did an incredibly lengthy and rambling and thoroughly irritating post on the train (more on that in a moment) on the way home, but it's still in the notebook and will probably remain there. In any case, I've caught up on sleep, if not work - still have 10,000 words to write, alas - whilst at home, as well as finishing chapter two of Broken Record. Priorities, people. :)
Will doubtless see several of you tomorrow, some of whom I must talk to about Top Secret Things, but I don't think either of them read this any more...
Anyway, the train thing. You have to do it at least once in your lifetime, I think. I got on the wrong train. All right, stop laughing. In my defense, the train to Crewe shouldn't even have been at that bloody platform in the first place, and I couldn't hear the announcements over screaming children and station traffic. They didn't check the tickets until Uttoxeter (two stops later) and then I got off at a place called Blythe Bridge, waited twenty minutes for another train (the next wasn't until an hour after that; there was a pub nearby, but I had images of it being "A Local Pub for Local People" and was very glad the train to Derby turned up) then finally got home three hours later than anticipated. But it was interesting, to say the least...
Went on a three mile walk in the Lickeys on Tuesday, and will post interesting photos when I'm back on... Tuesday, oddly enough.
Don't think there's anything else of interest. I got bought clothes! It's been so long! And will wear the new jeans on Monday, doubtless to much pointing and laughing because I'm a Big Greebo in them. Have still not sent Eni the Sunset CDs, cannot be buggered to read the communities on my friends list, so I hope there's not too much from everyone else to plough through... I think that's it.
Signing off now. Only on to check email - incuding to see if there's anything from Plagiarising Bitch Girl, who maintains she'll just repost. Well, hon, I can play the game as long as you can; you repost, I'll re-report. Anyway, if there's anything from her, I'll delete it unread. I am washing my hands of the entire incident.
That's it...
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Also. CONGRATULATIONS!!! on managing a week. By contrast, I'm currently panicking about starting Uni again because I'll have to go a whole two hours without logging on...
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I can't work at home, obviously, because we have Sky Digital, which means UK Living, which means Most Haunted and Will and Grace and also Film Four and just... the television is staring at me going "go on, you know you want to..." I didn't even manage to watch any of Angel, so I've had to bring it back with me to watch when the dissertation is finished...
Actually, one of the main reasons I didn't go online is the keyboard on the computer I was using is frelling evil... and the fact that it's dial-up, obviously. :)
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Yay for Sky Digital!! One of these days, I'll remember what that's like... and, as far as Dial-Up goes....... NYEEEEEH!!!!
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I'm unfortunately shamefully addicted to Most Haunted now, and, even more shamefully... well, I'm about to journal that particular shamefulness, so I won't mention it here. Plus, it's not so much the dial-up as the fact that the computer crashes every ten minutes...
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Can't say I've ever... heard of Most Haunted. But I'm sure it's most intruiging, whatever on earth it is. And so too is your other shameful interest. Whatever on earth that may be.
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It's a thing. Um. Yvette Fielding (yet another ex-children's television presenter finding work on satellite programming...) and her husband, Karl Beattie, decided that it would be interesting to make a programme where they investigated haunted locations in Britain, so they did. It's been going for four years now, and they did a live three-day special over the easter weekend, trying to find the ghost of the seventeenth century witch finder general somewhere near... Chelmsford, possible. They've also got Living TV's spiritualist medium, Derek Acorah (plus his spirit guide, Sam), and various other people, including Derby's very own local historian, Richard Felix (he-that-shall-be-fangirled if I go on the ghost walk...) And I'm getting a tad obsessed with it, which is a bad thing, because it's exclusive to Living and therefore not on terrestrial ever. Bah.
Will do my shameful thing post after I've caught up on your DJ posts...
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And trust me when I say you're not missing much on my DJ posts - though I certainly wouldn't complain if you were to fill in the survey from yesterday's post... no, I'm not dropping hints...
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Have read all posts; will certainly fill in questionnaire momentarily...
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And, as to survey... BWEE!
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Am filling in, with a random detour to rid my room of a wasp that apparently managed to get in through literally a 1cm gap... Guh, I hate summer.
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Not meaning to be all... random scary weather-woman-on-channel-three... but it's Spring.
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Oh, I know. It was an 'I hate Summer' in advance. Bastard insects. They all have to die. Especially the moths.
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I love the summer. But that's because I get high off sunlight. And as to the Moths... KILL, DESTROY, MAIM, PUMMEL, MUTILATE!! Don't warn the Caterpillars!!!
I am absolutely terrified of Moths.
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Well... I like the summer when it's not intolerably hot (unless I'm in a country where it's supposed to be intolerably hot, because it's a different sort of hot...) but I don't like having to leave the windows open and getting a house full of uninvited creatures...
I'm also terrified of moths. And wasps, and spiders (but not tarantulas, oddly...) and woodlice, and slugs, and butterflies, and daddylonglegs and... actually, most insects, but especially those. Incidentally, in order to get rid of aforementioned wasp, I had to open the window from the other side of the room using the broom (and even that wasn't far enough away, thank you) and then running away until it flew out...
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I'm not really scared of spiders or woodlice. Slugs and the like, I never had any problem with until they started randomly appearing in our kitchen... and now they disturb me. Absolutely sodding terrified of moths and butterflies... and also (possibly the very worst), grasshoppers and crickets. Eurgh...
*runs off now to read reply to survey*
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Entemophobia sucks. I never used to be scared of butterflies until a school holiday to Germany when I woke up on the coach to find a dead one on my lap... Dead insects freak me out just about as much...
Enjoy reply! I am uploading photos to put with the entry I will do momentarily...
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Much love for reply. Special credit to "unhealthy obssession with molluscs".
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:) There is no Eni without molluscs.
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if only so I don't lose my hardcore rep. Spiders... neh. My mother and sister are terrified of them, so I was mostly the big spider-killer on campus. Hence, no fear. 'Cept the poisonous ones.no subject
We had frellin' huge spiders at the old house. *shudders* Not so many at this one, thankfully, but we do get bloody massive moths. I tend to scream like a woman and run away to get someone else to kill the bastards, even the little ones. Hate them hate them hate them...
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See, last time I was confronted with a moth, it was on the landing. I refused to come out of my room for about six hours.
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Heh, I do that. Except they usually end up in my room and I refuse to go in there until it is a moth-free zone; if it's not, I leave the window open and wander around in the dark...