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ink_splotch) wrote2006-08-22 11:10 pm
ink_splotch) wrote2006-08-22 11:10 pm
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put on your best dress, baby
Guess 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.
YOU HAVE A TICKET TO GERMANY!
I'm sure this Simon Moragn will be understanding if you explain the situation to him. And besides, if worst comes to worst, you can have the papers sent to Germany and then send them from there.
I have a sudden wish to make you a towel proclaiming "Don't panic". I don't know why.
Re: YOU HAVE A TICKET TO GERMANY!
Hee, I hope so!!
Ah, all my panicking was a bit overblown - DHL says my entire joining package arrives tomorrow and I've gotten everything sorted out with Dr. Morgan, admissions and accommodations. So, yes. Calmer now.:D
Re: YOU HAVE A TICKET TO GERMANY!
Am very happy to know it. *hugs*