Music: Nirvana - Nevermind

I am getting very sick of Diaryland very rarely allowing me to add new entries. "98 % of the time it's fine" MY ARSE!!! I get the fucking "our servers are too busy" messgae every fucking time I try to fucking add a fucking entry. Fucking hell! I can't complain though, becaues it IS a free service and all. I'm thinking of buying a gold membership over the summer. Hm. Or finding someone on livejournal who has an ever elusive code to give me. Hm.

ANYWAY.

Went to Manchester today to sell Glastonbury tickets which once belonged to Kris and I. Very annoyed that I had to do everything for this: list the item on eBay, play phone tag with the winning bidder, and, you know, the tiny task of GOING TO FUCKING MANCHESTER WHEN MY DISSERTATION IS DUE IN TWO DAYS. I would have insisted on Kris going instead of me, but she had to work. Couldn't get out of it. It's not her fault, but it's still aggravating. It robbed me of FIVE HOURS with the journey there and back and delayed trains and just general UGHNESS.

Speaking of what's generally very ugh, things with gitfucker are actually good at the moment. Or, have been for the past 48 hours and will likely remain so until Monday, because we won't be speaking (he's at Glastonbury, the bastard). He actually called me the other night without me asking him to and we -- gasp -- had a normal conversation. It was nice.

It was also bad because the feelings are still there. I think his for me are still there, too, though I could be wrong. I love the affection in his voice. His calm manner of speaking. Just his voice, period. How he explains things. Dangerous terrority, I know. I'm looking at it and hearing it, but I'm not stepping foot in there.

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My flatmates are organising a leaving party for me!! It's so insanely cute - they bought these Disney invitations with pink hearts and a picture of Belle, Cinderella, and Snow White on the front with a caption reading, "An invitation to a perfectly magical Party..." Inside, it's from "Princess " inviting people (including myself!) to a party in the magical kitchen of block 9, Floor C at 7p.m. on Saturday. Insanely cute!! And fucking sweet as hell. I adore my friends here. I'll ignore that my leaving party means that I'm leaving. :/

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Right. Back to the dissertation.

xxx

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