Matthew (ten days to Christmas!): 'I loathe cosplay but please get me this for Christmas?'

...yeah. And I managed to find one WITHIN the UK, but... there's no way I'm spending TWENTY QUID on a cheap plastic toy (for a twenty-two year old!) when it's just gonna sit and gather dust ._.

But if you think that's bad... that was his THIRD CHOICE. The other two are even worse.

Appointment with the dentist for a filling tomorrow ;_;

I am FINALLY home for Christmas. No more nine-o-clock on Monday lessons (\o/)! No more ridiculous nine-hour day (\o/)! No more Latin classes with Jenny (\o/)! No more Latin classes with Wisse (T_T)

I have to do fun stuff when I get back, like transfer into Greek Myth. And I technically need to work over this holiday so I can stay home a little longer and go back to hand in my essays and stuff and sit my Latin exam... A-and then maybe go home until term starts up again properly. I HAVE classes starting January 4th but that's RIDICULOUSLY early and they're optional revision sessions... which I don't really need since I don't have exams for most of my modules and all the stuff for Latin is in the book :|

Tomorrow I'm getting my hair done for the first time since... I think it was April. But it might well have been March D8 It's grown five, maybe six inches since the last cut so I'm not sure, but I know I had one haircut in January, and then another when I came back for Easter. And I'm not cutting it all off this time :D

So because Anne was sick this week the entire schedule for Holocaust has been knocked out of order. The good news? I don't have to go to my seminar next week because it's cancelled~! Which means the study group probably is, too ^_^ Which means I can go home on Wednesday with a relatively clear conscience. Granted, yes, I will be leaving Dr Wisse with a slightly smaller class than usual for the second week running (I'm not attending Latin today: I have better things to do~!) but... I'm sure he can handle it.

So our seminar group isn't covering Keneally's Schindler's List. And I'm still not gonna get a chance to watch the film, but I wasn't exactly planning on writing about it, soooo...

:3 I'm lucky in that my Holocaust Seminar and viewing of Schindler's list have both been cancelled \o/ I shouldn't be glad that Anne is ill, but that means I can spend more time at home, which is always a bonus.

I'm also missing out on my Latin lectures this week - because there's no point going in for JUST one hour tomorrow, and because Sandra and I are heading up to Sunderland to sort out University stuffs :D

Hello from Girlchild and Rastahat.

Made it back from Sheffield safely, slept most of the way back (and spent most of that time biting the tip of my tongue in my sleep ;_;) I tried to hijack wireless at Woolley Edge but it wasn't gonna happen this time so I just bashed up an entry... which is really just a huge complaint about feeling ill and the drivers being pathetic and getting lost.

 

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A gift from my grandfather: the finest bracelet money can buy~!

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Wah, long day.

My orthodontist apointment went well... from an orthdontic point of view. From a regular-dental point of view, it sucked >.> I know I've had brown spots on my back teeth for a while - since the braces were removed, because they were underneath the bands. I've been trying to get an appointment with the dentist but because I'm barely home and Mum doesn't think I need checkups because I'm still going to the orthodontist every three months (>.>) I've not been able to book one, or get her to book one for me ._.

"Because the waiting for an appointment will be huge, and you're going to see the orthodontist in a few months anyway, there's no need to bother."

Dr Nishkova, having looked at my teeth regularly SINCE the braces were removed suddenly decided to start poking and prodding my mouth - no pain, thank god - but she was like "Oh, you need a scale and polish, and this bit here? Needs drilling out and filling." ("D8" "Don't worry, it'll be a white filling ^_^" "...I was more concerned about the pain..."

*pulls a face*

So now we have to get down to the regular dentist and convince them to get me in the chair as soon as possible... for me. Either at the end of this month, or when I'm back for Christmas.

*sigh* I really need to stop listening to my mother. A-and figure out what my registration number is for the dentist so I can take care of these things myself ._.

...I wasn't built to see this side of six am on too regular a basis ._. Didn't sleep too well last night because the duvet has now developed a mind of its own: it kept sliding off me. I ended up coccooning myself in my cheap Primark throw and huddling beneath it with mt hot water bottle. Slightly warmer. But now I don't wanna move!!!

Bus leaves at eight forty five... it's supposed to take about twenty minutes to get down there but with me lugging a suitcase with me, we'll call it half an hour ._.

...Cat and I just broke out the glitter, glue, and felt tip pens. Leyla's birthday card now looks like a child's drawing.

I don't know where things started to go downhill. It was either Cat's announcement ("I have felt tip pens!!!") my writing "HAPPY BIRTDAY!!!" (we scribbled in a very obvious 'H' in the end), the copious use of sticky stars, or the glittery swirls we made with with a glue-pen ._.

...we should have embellished the envelope with sticky stars just to complete the travesty. Ah well. There's still time before Latin!