ARRRRR, yes, I be! It's not actually Talk Like A Pirate Day yet (that's September 19th - thank yous go out to David Langdon for that rather random fact), but I'm getting in the mood early. I have decided to be a pig(-let? -ling?) and just wallow in my own disgustingness. I mean, have you ever actually LOOKED at the faces of those pink mar-maals (I had an attack of the ol' Toffee-Nose there...) and seen how happy they are to be rollin' in the mud? Well, I have! And so, I think that right now I really deserve to just be all smurky (smug and smirky) about how happy I am. Wait a minute - that makes no sense! Usually people are smug because they're doing the whole 'I'm so happy... so MUCH happier than you,' thing. I, however, am more along the lines of 'I'm happy... very happy... it's nice not to fight... yay.' LOL.
Alright, the happ'ness (the happ'nin hap'ness, bro :-P) is now under threat because my neck and shoulders kind of ache and I am so FARKIN' tired. But I will soldier on regardless! Sitting up a bit more appears to be helping. I must resist the urge to just lay my FACE on the keyboard and have a little long rest. Thank God I've decided not to take any extra days next week - hopefully that way I might have some chance of restoring my sleeping pattern before uni starts again on the 26th. I really must start sleeping earlier though, because I'm going to have to get up painful early. The latest I'll be able to get up will be 7. Thank God it's only 1 semester, and thank God it'll be winter. I can bathe the night before and sleep in peace without having to worry about sweating and smelling. Although, now that I think about it, there's a distinct possibility that some of my French courses might begin really early...
*few minutes later* Oh, thank God, they all are 11-1 from what I can see so far. I think the rest of my English courses are fine too. Just the Epic-Milton-Pope one... oh well, someone's going to take over from me soon, (I'm at work...) so I better be gone. I'll rapidly and garbled-ly detail why I have been and am fairly happy:
I love my boyfriend so much, he is so great and wonderful and gorgeous, that all I can do is go mad thinking about how he feels and how I won't actually get to touch him for close to another month and then about 4-5 months after that. I accept wholeheartedly that I am the source of most of our problems. I'm too bloody sensitive. But I'm working on it! And he... he is GREAT. So there's hope for us yet. Oooh, he is so sweet. I want to eat him. :-P
Thought I would throw that in there for a bit of excitement. Nothing like a bit of cannibalism to stir up the cliché-sick masses! Hi ho, hi ho, and off to shelve I go... :-(
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