Saturday, May 06, 2006
I'm. So. Tired.
So, what have I done today?
Well, I awoke to the melodious song of the phone ringing. So I ignored it. And so did everyone else.
Later, the phone began to chirp merrily again. It was George's mother. She recognises my voice.
So I gave the phone to George, who was still in bed, and then proceeded to realise my pyjama jacket was not done up. Which could have been embarrassing, had I not with blessed foresight chosen to wear a singlet last night.
Of course one could argue had I not had the singlet I would've noticed the draught.
Anyway. George, I imagine, talked to his mother and hung up, because the phone began to chirp merrily again. It was the Lizard. She wanted someone to come and give her company on a short excursion to the pet store.
Against my better judgement, I fell for it. Three hours later, after a trip to Dressmart, where Wild Pair are having a sale but I did not buy anything, I was nearly home. There was a kitten at Animates that was fighting things. It was cute.
Upon arriving home, I fell immediately upon my Greek. It was something that had to be done. And now, Hesiod is finished with. I only have my other Greek, my two essays and my three seminars to worry about now.
Fuck.
Most of today was crap. On the bright side, someone has made a grassclipping castle with the grass on Appleton Park. I like it.
And on an invisible-flatmate note....I don't know. The Boy Next Door called her the 'hannah-clone' in a text the other day and I didn't know who he meant. Were it not for the fact that she has been here reasonably often lately, I'd go for InvisiGirl or something like that. Why does she have no distinguishing features like the RedHaired Girl? or in-jokes like George? or moustaches like the Lizard? [poor thing.]
Well, I awoke to the melodious song of the phone ringing. So I ignored it. And so did everyone else.
Later, the phone began to chirp merrily again. It was George's mother. She recognises my voice.
So I gave the phone to George, who was still in bed, and then proceeded to realise my pyjama jacket was not done up. Which could have been embarrassing, had I not with blessed foresight chosen to wear a singlet last night.
Of course one could argue had I not had the singlet I would've noticed the draught.
Anyway. George, I imagine, talked to his mother and hung up, because the phone began to chirp merrily again. It was the Lizard. She wanted someone to come and give her company on a short excursion to the pet store.
Against my better judgement, I fell for it. Three hours later, after a trip to Dressmart, where Wild Pair are having a sale but I did not buy anything, I was nearly home. There was a kitten at Animates that was fighting things. It was cute.
Upon arriving home, I fell immediately upon my Greek. It was something that had to be done. And now, Hesiod is finished with. I only have my other Greek, my two essays and my three seminars to worry about now.
Fuck.
Most of today was crap. On the bright side, someone has made a grassclipping castle with the grass on Appleton Park. I like it.
And on an invisible-flatmate note....I don't know. The Boy Next Door called her the 'hannah-clone' in a text the other day and I didn't know who he meant. Were it not for the fact that she has been here reasonably often lately, I'd go for InvisiGirl or something like that. Why does she have no distinguishing features like the RedHaired Girl? or in-jokes like George? or moustaches like the Lizard? [poor thing.]
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Was the use of questions marks in your final sentence deliberate? or accidental? and either way, teehee!
Of course I was cleverly referencing Victor Hugo. Or was I? or had I completely forgotten till just then? or am I just messing with your mind? and did I nearly write you're? oh dear.
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