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27 May 2011 @ 02:54 am

Hey. Hey peeps. (Not, like, marshmallows...but now I want peeps. And I don't remember what I was saying. Let me think on this.) ...not unicorns. ...not popsicles (need to never typo 'poopsicles' again, note to self). ...not the colour of my tongue.

OH RIGHT! Hey, hey peeps-who-are-not-marshmallows! Whoever stole my brain and replaced it with a Lima bean, you should be ashamed! Especially if it was me and I didn't notice. Then extra shaaaame. Now I can't stop thinking about Lima beans again, one second, reigning in in in...

Travelling! That's what I'm doing tomorrow. I'm taking the train to Swindon, where I will be picked up by my coursemate Pip and her kidlings. I have my stuff packed which means I have probably forgotten something. But Sunday I travel from Swindon to Keele to visit with my brother, so hopefully if I've forgotten anything, he has it. Or the good sense to laugh at me.

But yes. Whoever stole my brain should return it to me because it wasn't really working that well in the first place, pre-stealing. Maybe. I can't remember. I feel like I had something to say, but now I keep thinking about my toes.

My room is not clean. I get too stressed out over online fandomy things and I shouldn't do that because stress is silly. (But that logic isn't sound because lots of the things I do are silly, but I still do them. [Drat you, self, don't logic yourself into stress, you peculiar pillock!])

No, no, this has got far too silly. I'm going to go attempt sleep. If you understood any of this entry I suggest you go see a doctor.

OH WAIT BEFORE IT LEAVES - I will still be online for a reasonable amount of the time, I'm sure, so I'm not disappearing. (But you should probably wish I was!) And then when my brother and I return from Keele I will be shoving some of my belongings in a bag and sending him Stateside. That makes me sad. Not oh-now-I'm-crying sad (though I am sniffling, but unrelated). This was our English University Adventure Together Time and now it's coming to a close, because he is headed off to the Land of Hamburgers while I pack up my life in the Land of Tea and this is the last time we'll spend as university students together in England. (Because I suppose I'm not really a non-student until I graduate and wear a funny expensive gown with a silly board on my head.) Oh, humph, I have no clever way of referring to my family. I suppose I could say The Kiwi Siblings but that's weird because it's just my first name with 'siblings' attached. Crocus? No, he's not really a flowery guy. Cranky? I suppose it's the best fit at the moment. The Cranky Siblings' University Adventure Together Comes to a Close. Goodbye, Chapter. Ack, the air looks sparkly; I give up. My brother has to leave and the next time he comes back to England I won't be coming too and that's weirdbittersweet so there it is.

I should probably never read this entry again or I will feel very embarrassed. But I don't feel embarrassed enough at the thought to not post. I know, I'll leave myself a warning up at the top. (Timey-wimey spacey-wacey stuff: pretend that message wasn't there when you first read it. Especially since as I type this, it doesn't yet exist. OH MAN. Oi my brain is so not working.)

P.S. - I feel like this should have a 'this is your brain on drugs, kids' except it's more of a 'this is your brain not on drugs when it probably should be, kids'. Cold meds could quite possibly help a little. OH WELL.


They say goldfish have no memory; I guess their lives are much like mine and the little plastic castle is a surprise every time. And it's hard to say if they're happy but they don't seem much to mind.
[Ani DiFranco; Little Plastic Castle]
Current Mood: flirtyWHAT EVEN
gerristgerrist on May 28th, 2011 04:45 pm (UTC)
I had absolutely no problems reading and enjoying this entry. According to the entry itself that indicts that I have lost a goodly portion of my brain as well. Hmmm ... guess that is not really news : ).

I'm totally with you on finding it hard to believe that your year in university with Alex has flown by so quickly. I suppose, when you really think about it, it began on Sept. 22, 2010 and goes until June 3, 2011, which isn't really a year, its only 8 months plus a few weeks. You can, of course, add last summer when you were both looking forward to crossing the pond together if you want. But now I sound very much like the entry. Ah well, since you didn't delete, I'll let it stand as well.

Have a wonderful time at Pips, hanging with Jo and visiting Keele!! Its so much fun to think that you'll be visiting Alex in the same dorm block Dad lived in back in 1975ish. Even Dad's old university truck is in Alex's room and being used as a multi purpose surface area once again. That trunk has had a life as well - perhaps you should write an Ode to the Trunk when you meet it once again? (And I'm sure your trunk will one day have an Ode as well, lest it should have hurt feelings. But it is yet young for such a thing and needs to have patience yet a while : ).

Love, Mom
Kiwi Crocus: Women || Swimming.cranky__crocus on June 6th, 2011 06:55 am (UTC)
Ahahaha, glad you got some enjoyment out of this entry! I have taken my own advice and not re-read it since. :B Eh, I suppose a brain with all its portions is over-rated!

D'awr, love your thoughts on trunks. I could write an Ode to Memere's old trunk (was it hers, the one I brought to Rowe that year?). I do love my rainbow one, though, more than I can express. Trunks may be tricky, but they're useful and fun and multi-purpose, too.

Travelling was nice. But being at home - for however much long it's 'home' - is nice too.