It's still not warm enough. A pity, that.
Got to read the second half of Shipping News, since I'm going to write about it. Not to mention that I must study bloody phonology. Someone kill me now quickly and painlessly. Please. Now.

My dear friend did not help me any. She just chirped to my mother that she is working, and now everybody is after my ass, that why am I not working my arse off while attending uni and teaching. Jolly good. Feel my hate, because it burns like the fires of hell.

Half the time I'm pissed off at anybody and everybody in my vicinity when they are bloody stupid, and since they are human beings, it happens fairly often.
The other half of the time I'm trying to figure out what's my situation with my so-called boyfriend. I mean the guy never even kissed me! If he has problems with me, I'm usually a sensible being (if they do not piss me off by breathing and/or existing) so I can listen to their litany. A guy who hasn't got the guts to bloody kiss me even if it's on my cheek is just insufferable. I mean even Geek worked up the nerve to do it. Yeah, I'm scary as shit. Not.
Well, take it or leave it, I'll go to that concert, and as much as I'm losing on games, I should be hooking up with the most handsome (in my eyes) and intelligent guy ever. Hah. As if.

And on top of all else, tomorrow... make that today, I need to visit my grandma. That will be a scary event in itself indeed. I hope I survive the dinner. Provided she cooks something edible.

For those whom it may concern: I have upped the protection of certain living areas I frequent. Try to wander in aimlessly and you get so warped you end up in psych ward.
And I shall enjoy it immersely.

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Leave with the first light, go when you still see the moon.
Run for the sunlight, gate is now open for you.
Lost in the sunlight, leave, you will not see the moon.
Walk for the first time, no one has waited for you...

"When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light"

Not mine. Loreena's.

I've officially finished my thesis.
The three copies are in the tender care of the faculty (2) and the bitches in the office (1).
The sun is shining, I was sunbathing (admittedly for a short bit, since I don't like sunbathing, but my skin wants it), and I'm... a nervous wreck.

So: first was sleep. (Or it was second, and sunbathing was first...) Now there's some cold pear juice in the fridge, and I shall watch some Weiss Kreuz. There's nothing like Shu and Farf to calm down my poor nerves.
And then cooking. >.< But at least my folks will be away this weekend. Which is good. Hello, GW! And lotsa anime! Wheeeee! (for now)

Correction: lotsa painkillers and alcohol. It had to be today of all days. Aaaaaargh.

Some guy I've never met and said he was a neighbour just came and asked for a not too moderate amount of money. Just like that. He said he knows my parents and that they would do that for him...
Now what the hell would you do then? Told him my mom will be back soon, and that I have no money on me. (It's not nice to beg money off of a uni students anyway.)

Oh, news: mom came home, turns out she never saw that guy before - ever. Now that really trew me for a loop. Gahh. I would have kissed my money goodbye. Good thing I called my mother.

One half ready. Wooot! Too bad another half still remains unwritten, and then comes editing and... gahh... too tired to think.

Went to the doctors today. My recurring illness came back again, surprise, surprise. He was still as cute as ever. He's a grandpa, and really old, but he's the nicest doctor ever, and he actually knows what he's doing. I really really like him. He's the best! Too bad he can't cure me for life.
Sigh... And he always asks me how I'm doing, and what my boyfriend status is. He always jokes about the usual "if I were 30 years younger...". Yup, he's cute, but alass, no dates with him. :D If only he were 30 years younger... :P
But nah, he'd be too kind for my liking. But still, he was the first doctor who didn't think about me as a pin cushion, and just because of my daddy is a diabetic, he's not sending me to take my blood sample and check my blood sugar every month. I had a doctor who did that, even when I'm not diabetic, but he blamed all symptoms of my illness on the nonexsistent diabetes. Can you say asshole? I sure can.
But this guy... he actually looks over the results and he figured out what my problem was. No diabetes. Duh. He didn't send me to be a nice pin cushion anymore. For that I already like him beyond all imagination.
After all, I hate needles.

Plant check: all alive, save for one: a rose that got infected with some strange plant-virus last summer. It seems that it couldn't be saved. The other rose seems to be ok.
The spices are growing well, enjoying the sunlight. Lemongrass is growing exceptionally well, and the mint is straing to grow out of the half-dead wretched state I bought it. They are feeling quite good so far.
My bonsai tree strated growing leaves again - he is the kind of tree that strats it late in spring. But he seems to be alive as well, as the others.

Since my long-time illness started to act up again, I will go to the doctor tomorrow. When I was making the appointment, the new, young assistant (a guy) started flirting with me. Poor sod, he must have been bored out of his skull, and quite desperate. Just this once I was nice to him.

Update on essay: 1/3 ready. I'm too tired to do anything, but will have to. Ouch.

Creative stuff: last night I had sewn a pair of lacey, fingerless gloves. They look pretty. I might add a photo if I have the time. They are quite long, btw. Long and comfy. ^^
Now I just have to get around to writing that sodden essay.