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The window blokes are torturing me with bad music and Radek is now in the dining room and two rooms away from them so I can't actually escape. I will be forced to go upstairs and actually do some moving-rooms-style work, which is probably a nefarious plan they've cooked up with my mother in any case; my only consolation is the fact that I haven't quite decided yet, but there's a distinct possibility that this afternoon I will have distinctly emofied hair.

*giggles*

PLEASE SPAM ME. With, seriously, anything. I will be back periodically throughout the day and will be getting steadily more crazy I suspect, so comments will make me very happy. You want to make me happy, right? :D?

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The hairdresser wouldn't let me go as emo as I wanted because I have to be a teacher. But hey, I totally have no hair left at the back, now, so I'm happy with it.


( Plz ignore the part where it looks like I'm going to snack on your head... )

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Okay. So. All of mine and my brother's collective shit is in my little sister's (enormous, so don't fret) bedroom. Now I have to sort through it, select what is for long term storage and what I will need in Bath when I have accommodation, plus what I will need in Bath for the next two weeks, try and organise it into the little (maybe 8 foot square?) space I have while still allowing said space to be used as a guest room, go on a shopping spree for the things I will no doubt need, and then go out and get horrendously (and deservedly) drunk on Friday night. It's totally cool moving out with a hangover, right? XD

And I can totally achieve this because I have fucking awesome hair.

Busybusybusybusy...