I never knew I had so much stuff. There's no room to move around in here, and about a third of my stuff is still in Manchester. And it's the bulky third, with my bean bag, a vacuum cleaner and most of my shoes. Although that just means a pair of sandals, a pair of boots, two pairs of trainers of various degrees of rattiness and my not-so-nice consverse. I brought home a pair of slippers and the cons on my feet. Man, I suck at having shoes. I do want those pinstriped cons though.

I got really upset packing up today. I mean, I'm so glad to be out of that place. But it's the whole... um, well, what it means, I guess. It feels like I've just found my place - I'm not as close as they all are already, but they don't mean to leave me out, I think, so I don't mind - but now it's summer. And plus all the stress with my mother not being in a good mood with me.

Over dinner, we talked about wikipedia, google and the internet. My dad told me a story about one of the fourth year projects my brother is looking over, where someone quoted wikipedia as a reliable source for an academic paper. Heh.

Irc is still fucking me over.


really, I'm still expecting people to tell me to shut the fuck up.

Tags: friends, life