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Briefly:

I'm back in Christchurch and have, in fact, already started classes again (at eight this morning. Oh, gods.) I am looking forward to my courses this semester:
( my courses this term... )

Something about my holidays: I bought two GORGEOUS pairs of boots- one black mid-calf, and one red ankle- which are, well, GORGEOUS, along with blk and pink stripy witches' stockings and BRIGHT RED stockings which are, well, my stockings are cooler than your stockings, okay?

I went skiing with la famille, including dawnraided and rewihendrix. It was super-fun and I've improved a lot. I ache a bit but it was so worth it and now I really want to go again, like, all the time, but don't think I'll manage it. :( $$$ make the world go wrong.

I also caught up with nicthehat and miriamus, with whom I saw Mr and Mrs Smith. It was totally awesome to see them, as well as insane_ophelia who I had afternoon tea with and who is feeling the strain of sixth form, poor baby. :( She looked fantastic anyway though. :D AND I saw Catherine, who I have to mention because she may or may not be reading my journal- megaffe and her and I went to see the World Press Photo Exhibition which was... well, I kind of came out of it with post-traumatic stress disorder and the tendency to panic every time I saw a photograph. ;P More seriously, it was really, really cheap- only $2- and TOTALY worthwhile, if anyone has a chance to see it it's in Shed 5 on the waterfront- I'm not sure if it's making it out of wellington/to Auckland/Christchurch/wherever but if it does get to where you are, really, really make the effort. Put aside an hour or something because you may not want to hurry through.

Also, myself and megaffe finally broke the 4 am barrier with sixth_light! Now, see, me and Lucy and Meg have been having sleepovers at each others' houses since we were eleven or so. They have gradually begun to fall into a pattern: chocolate, movies, chocolate, talk, chocolate, talk, chocolate, popcorn, chocolate, movie, chocolate, Lucy pikes ut and we all go to bed. In this timehonoured method we've watched lots of films (often multiple times. <3) and eaten truly astounding amounts of sugar. Hpwever, as I'm sure you've noticed, the final part of the routine seems a little.. odd. Well, Lucy is a truly wonderful person with all sorts of admirable characteristics. Unfortunately, one of her less-great characteristics is a tendency to do stupid things like, you know, listen to her body and bodyclock. I mean, wtf is up with that? At some point during the night- and it's been gradually pushed ahead over the years: at first it was eleven, then twelve, then 2, and then for the past year and a half, 4 am- some really annoying part of Lucy's brain starts telling her it's time to go to sleep, at which point, with the stubbornness that is only a problem when I and Meg have to deal with it, Lucy gets into bed, pulls the blankets over her head, and goes to sleep.

I mean, wild horses couldn't drag her away. It's totally unbelievable.

BUT. Last week, at Meg's house, we totally had a landmark! We were watching the last half of Season 2 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which we're kind of... binging on... and OMG WE GOT HER UP TO SEVEN AM GO US. Actually, I think it was mostly the general coolness of Buffy and Giles Who Rocks That Show- I mean, he's a librarian, how cool is that?- but still! Mileston! *thrilled*

And now that I have told that totally pointless story, I close. It's good to be back.

OH WAIT. I FORGOT TO SQUEE. OMG HBP LESS THAN A WEEK OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

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And in a separate post: I know I'm late with this, but I extend all sympathies and thoughts to Londoners. I don't think there are any on my flist, but I guess that's not really the point, is it? I'm thinking of you all.

However. I am kind of sickened by, well, Tony Blair. So Britain won't let this destroy their way of life. Fabulous. 33 people (?) have died. This is horrifying and nothing excuses it but (c) ten thousand people have died in Iraq since the begining of the war there. Civilians. People living in Iraq have been living with conditions like they are in London sicne the beginning of the war (and probably somewhat before it, but not to the same extent.) So I'm glad Britain's not going to let this affect them, but this just seems like such... hypocrisy to me that... I'm sort of speechless.

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And why not a meme?

Why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she wears mismatched socks." I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.

Do it or...

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oh, just do it already. :P