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[sebastienne]

Am in the computer centre again. But not on the run from my scout this time... the net is down in my room. It had been down for almost 24 hours, so i thought something must be up. I came in here, and the net is working just fine and dandy. (ok, possibly not dandy. eg, there is no velvet. and not a green carnation in sight.) Possibilities, as I see them:

-the connection in my room is not the same as the one in the computer centre
-there is something wrong with my computer/connection
-the internet came back on again in the time it took me to walk here from my room

Also, like all the OULES this past week, I finally caught the Ebil Bug Of Doom. Which is nice, with a performance this afternoon, a bumpy bus-ride with such an ill cast. I think I am going to curl up with HP4 and a cup of tea. I don't think I'm ready to start eating again yet.

Perhaps, what I thought was stress so bad I was verging on a panic attack was, in fact, just me geting ill. This would, actually, be a good thing, because once I'm feeling better again I would actually be able to do some productive revision.

Oh, why is there no connection in my room?

*cries*

Comments

[darthfox.livejournal.com]

your scout comes in on saturdays?!

dude, come down to G&Ds and be miserable there with meeee. :-)

[threadbarewolf.livejournal.com]

Nya-haar. No fair that a) you don't live HALF AN HOUR'S WALK away from any kind of internet connected PC, b) you don't live HALF AN HOUR'S WALK away from free food, and c) you don't have your flat cleaned ONCE A TERM.

My flat is currently filthy. Hmm. I have paid for cleaners, I will wait for cleaners.

[jeasus.livejournal.com]

*hugs*
loff.

[threadbarewolf.livejournal.com]

Also someone mentioned OULES the other day, xcept they mispronounced it like the fules that they are and I was forced to yell "NO 'TIS OO-LAYS, OO-LAYS I TELL YOU."

[sebastienne.livejournal.com]

dude, no shit? you know the girl from trevs who was down here on saturday?

smaaaaall world, man.

[threadbarewolf.livejournal.com]

Which girl? Hem, hem? What was she doing? (We were talking about OULES when I was husting for DDF coordinator 2006 - a position I did not get ... because no one can pronounce my name and I'm not some pretty-boy actor ... grr ...)

Yeah, we were supposed to have a bunch of funny Oxonians coming up here last night, but the Oxford Revue pussied out of our hardxcore 4-hour comedy FEST last night (Durham Revue, Cambridge Footlights and Leeds Revue - teh hot).

[sebastienne.livejournal.com]

some girl, a friend of an OULE, turned up to a performance in an old peoples' home. heading back to durham this morning so she is.

are you hardxcore in the durham drama scene?

[threadbarewolf.livejournal.com]

Did she have a name? Not that I know many little hexagonal Trevites. They have hexagonal heads, don'tyouknow.

haha singular noun OULE.

Am worming my way in like a worm. Would have been nicer were I on the exec, but like I say, I have no penis. However, two plays in two days last week and have Alice in Wonderland meeting this week (with producer who thinks I have finished script; this is in some ways funny), am also hoping to take Antigone (for which I am producing, mwha, money, and doing makeup which is the sex) to Edinburgh. I am very hot. Have booked in shows for 2006. People bodily prevented me from doing the same for 2007. Also teching a show this week. Am scared. Scaredy scared scared. It is Anything Goes. Bugger. OOOOH this is leik a monster comment. How did your Sartre sex go the other day? I am trying to DL MSN as we speak. As I speak. Write. THING.

[sebastienne.livejournal.com]

dahling, you know that you can use webmessenger to be on MSN without downloading? that's where i am right now.

i'm afraid i didn't catch her name. am socially retarded.

sartre sex was mediocre. ended up with tutor saying 'oh, don't let's talk about sartre, it's such a nice day...' and i don't quite know what she meant. common conception = existentialism is depressing, ok, maybe i do understand that, but i find it liberating.

you rock. hit me until i come and see your plays.

[threadbarewolf.livejournal.com]

Webmessenger? How does this phenomenon work? 'Twould be good, as bastard computers won't let me install things.

Ah, sounds better than my Ethics tutorials. I am not exaggerating when I transcribe thusly:
Me: So. Categorical imperative, eh?
Tard: Yeah. I like it.
Me: No shit? Why so?
Tard: It's good.

IT'S GOOD?

Hit you with my rhythm schtick, you mean? Hit you? Hit you?