Oh, Captain, my Captain

We'll see if I can manage to stay on-line long enough to update. I'm at Uni with my laptop, and the wireless connection here is completely hopeless.

The weather has been perfect this morning. The weather man said all this rain means that Winter is over, but I don't really care about that. I just love that even the red brick buildings look pale and gray. When I got out of the shower the rain fell so hard on the tin roof it drowned out my music. I'm on the second floor, so in the moment pulling up the blinds and looking out the window in my underwear seemed less stupid than it does in retrospect. Well, no one was out, so whatever.

Well, if I'm to make it to class on time I had better get hopping. For our listening pleasure Ib will pick apart The Jungle Books.

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Ditched the screening (The Jungle Book) and went home early.

Removed deleterius from my f-list, because it was taking up too much space. Now I look like a loser with no friends. Which is fine, I guess.

By way of procrastinating I went on the hunt for WaTfics. Found a really great one that restored my faith in fandomness. Much needed.

Saw the preview for this week's episode. Felt like doing a Gwennafran-ish "Squeee," but am trying not to get my hopes up. "Tell me how to help you, Martin." Do, indeed, Martin. *silly grin* (Me = damaged from fic reading)

Oh, and did the spelling test on TV2's website. I had one thing wrong, which was me correcting something that wasn't actually wrong to begin with. That's as well as any of the future teachers and journalists did, so I guess it's fine. But it bugs me, anyway.

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Sidder og ser Dags Dato. Toot, toot.

Bliver jeg mon politianmeldt, hvis jeg ganske hypotetisk spørger, hvad der mon ville ske med Pia, hvis HUN begav sig ud på Dortheavej i stedet for Marianne?

Jeg ved ikke, om der bliver sagt så meget fornuftigt, men det er da ganske underholdende, sådan på sin egen upolitiske, usaglige måde.