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16 April 2010 @ 02:13 pm
Just had a 40-minute Skype conversation with my mother. It was so full of lulz. Jess, Irene & CJ did a lot of chuckling; I think some of the others in the ground floor areas did too.

We had a hair-fight (attacking the cam with our hair), demonstrated how to be a frightened ant, danced to The Time Warp and were in general bizarre. I discussed the wind turbines and how I felt ready to take them on as giants to save a princess in peril. Imagining such things forever keeps me from boredom!

Also, my brother got into Keele as a British student. This is super not fair (I didn't, but we didn't try THAT hard) but also ridiculously fantastic - more money to spread around! (Well, less DEBT to spread around, it seems.)

The new plan: Staying over again tonight. Tomorrow, coach ride to Malaga. (2 hrs). Noon flight to Bilbao (2 hrs). Staying over in Bilbao. Ferry to Portsmouth (24 hrs). Coach to Reading (2 hrs). Reading in the evening.

Summary: I am a panda-faced buffoon. I have been Stranded in Spain. This will be one of the Stories of my Life. It will be a Long Journey Back. I have Too Much Work. I am doing Too Little Work. Somehow, this is still considered Sane.

I am such a craxy hot dog mess right now. It's pretty much hilarious. Going to try to do some work with creative media/fic-writing/fic-reading/fic-uploading in the break-mix.
Current Mood: quixoticQuixotic.
Current Music: Friends' music.
kellychamblisskellychambliss on April 16th, 2010 01:32 pm (UTC)
Wow! What an ordeal. But you're right, such things do take on a sort of surreal hilarity after a while. There's nothing you can do, so you might as well sit back and enjoy what you can.

I got stuck at Heathrow in 2006, just after that plot was discovered to bring down British Airways jets from London to NYC. And then when we could finally leave, you weren't allowed to take any liquids on the planes or any carry-ons. An eight-hour flight with no books! You can bet that I watched every single weird movie and TV show on the in-flight entertainment thingy.

I hope you get home soon, my dear PFB (panda-faced buffoon).
chellix18chellix18 on April 16th, 2010 02:57 pm (UTC)
hair fight pix!!!!!!!!!!!!hahaha
Kiwi Crocuscranky__crocus on April 20th, 2010 01:57 am (UTC)
I tend to find myself laughing a lot in situations like these. Emma apparently has a voice in her head that just says "what? WHAT?" at every turn; it leads to many complaints and a few foul tempers. I've found my knee-jerk reaction of wide eyes, a 'typical!' and laughter serves me well.

...Eight. Hour. Flight. with NO BOOKS? The only time I can handle that is when I fall asleep before takeoff and wake up after landing, which I am known to do. Did it from Malaga to Bilbao, actually.

Laughter. Thank you! Safely home now and significantly less PFB, although enough that Batgirl (housemate) noticed!
CaroRulescarorules on April 19th, 2010 02:42 pm (UTC)
You will def remember that trip forever!
Kiwi Crocuscranky__crocus on April 20th, 2010 01:57 am (UTC)
Oh certainly, no doubt about that! I'll be laughing about this 'til I die!