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Aug. 22nd, 2006 11:10 pmGuess who's going to Germany to see her girlfriend?
YAY! Going to see Freya, going to see Freya!
*tries to resume adulthood* *fails*
This is so much goodness, particularly since Frey has a limited amount of days in England for the next school year (to do with insurance and all that), so we'll maybe see each other once or twice. BUT. I am not going to think about that now, because I am seeing Freya in a little less than three weeks.
This is so damn good.
In less inherently wonderful things, I still haven't gotten my letter of acceptance from Leicester - I've been accepted, according to UCAS, that's not my worry; I need to apply for a dorm room by September 1st, and I can't apply until I get my letters. And I'm leaving Thursday for Prague. I see a slight problem in all this, not the least of which is the fact that I won't be home until the 29th, which is absolutely the last day I can afford to send the application. In short, I am running out of time. I think I'm going to have to talk to Simon Morgan again. I'm oddly grateful for the fact that there's limited accommodation - it means less choices having to be made.
There is something seriously wrong with that sentence.
I also have a one-way ticket to Birmingham Airport for the 24th of September. I have a month and three days left, and I've hardly packed, I haven't planned anything remotely resembling a going away party, and I want to see so many people before I go. Dammit. I think I'm starting to panic. It's stupid.
My books and my little brother's present still haven't arrived either. This, of course, is a small scale annoyance, but still. 3-5 days have gone by.
But fuck all that! It will work out - after all, I've managed to survive so far. If accommodation isn't here tomorrow, I email the university; when I get back from Prague, I'll get down to moving proper; if my books don't arrive by Thursday, it's an excuse to cruise the Prague bookstores and/or re-read Reading Lolitain Tehran (which I should probably do anyway - something tells me I could use reminding about why I'm doing this); and above all, I have a ticket to Germany.
YAY! Going to see Freya, going to see Freya!
*tries to resume adulthood* *fails*
This is so much goodness, particularly since Frey has a limited amount of days in England for the next school year (to do with insurance and all that), so we'll maybe see each other once or twice. BUT. I am not going to think about that now, because I am seeing Freya in a little less than three weeks.
This is so damn good.
In less inherently wonderful things, I still haven't gotten my letter of acceptance from Leicester - I've been accepted, according to UCAS, that's not my worry; I need to apply for a dorm room by September 1st, and I can't apply until I get my letters. And I'm leaving Thursday for Prague. I see a slight problem in all this, not the least of which is the fact that I won't be home until the 29th, which is absolutely the last day I can afford to send the application. In short, I am running out of time. I think I'm going to have to talk to Simon Morgan again. I'm oddly grateful for the fact that there's limited accommodation - it means less choices having to be made.
There is something seriously wrong with that sentence.
I also have a one-way ticket to Birmingham Airport for the 24th of September. I have a month and three days left, and I've hardly packed, I haven't planned anything remotely resembling a going away party, and I want to see so many people before I go. Dammit. I think I'm starting to panic. It's stupid.
My books and my little brother's present still haven't arrived either. This, of course, is a small scale annoyance, but still. 3-5 days have gone by.
But fuck all that! It will work out - after all, I've managed to survive so far. If accommodation isn't here tomorrow, I email the university; when I get back from Prague, I'll get down to moving proper; if my books don't arrive by Thursday, it's an excuse to cruise the Prague bookstores and/or re-read Reading Lolitain Tehran (which I should probably do anyway - something tells me I could use reminding about why I'm doing this); and above all, I have a ticket to Germany.
