One extremely peeved python
25/06/2004 10:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIckle Izzie finally finishes her exams and gets to spend Friday evening lurking in Cyberia only to find that her main portkey to Secret Diary Land has fallen into some dark black hole and is nowhere to be found.
And Iz had all the best intentions in the world.
Was going to finally catch up on all those comments - especially concerning the interesting survey from Andrie. Was even going to try finish the same one myself.
But no such luck. It's almost like the inumerable obstacles that seem to crop up everytime one intends to study for exams or type assignments or whatever.
Silly Iz - should have done all this stuff yesterday.
Anyway. This morning was the usual meeting of evil eccentric critters. An especially happy occasion for Iz. For after 12 months of drudgery, finally get to hand over the reins to a new goblin. Some one else now gets to collect the weekly meeting fees and put them in the bank and type all sorts for dribble in excel spreadsheets.
It's a real pain when you don't have your own computer and have to find time between assignments, web surfing and general attempts at otherwise procrastinating.
Today was a glorious sunny day but in spite of this, still felt grumpy and grizzly and irritable. The traffic seemed insufferably loud too. But the big event of the day was finally getting to visit St Brutus after three whole weeks of deprivation. Strange it was. The nearer the train got to its destination, the more relaxed and happy the Iz was feeling.
Oh such joy to have a whole four hours lounging around and four days late, finally being able to celebrate the solstice with a new ritual first invented last year concerning a very large fat and juicy book. Iz kept getting hissy fits of nostalgia coming up to and just after 21st June this year. But there was goblinses to be attended to and the feathered beasties and dark doomy Dementors just had to join the queue.
Oh it was such a strange strange feeling. It was almost like having my very own personal Time Turner. A Potter, a picnic and a Penfolds. What more could a serpent want? Tons of tasty paninis with parmesan, basil and sundried tomatoes went down very very well indeed with the glasss or two of red.
So for the next four weeks, Iz will make herself acquainted once again with the Delightful Dolores and various dwarves and other elvish creatures along with all those horrid hobbitses. But this time the Potter is much much fatter than the tale of the Ring. Even so most of the third book seems to consist of appendices and family trees. Iz still thinks that the second book is best since it is so so full of Gollumy goodness, Saruman and those utterly adorable Ents.
We got to fit all these tasty morsels in between the day job and being a good little goblin and doing some preview reading of Managerial accounting stuff (just like those best of intentions last December to read those exotic and utterly exciting auditing text books)
And Iz had all the best intentions in the world.
Was going to finally catch up on all those comments - especially concerning the interesting survey from Andrie. Was even going to try finish the same one myself.
But no such luck. It's almost like the inumerable obstacles that seem to crop up everytime one intends to study for exams or type assignments or whatever.
Silly Iz - should have done all this stuff yesterday.
Anyway. This morning was the usual meeting of evil eccentric critters. An especially happy occasion for Iz. For after 12 months of drudgery, finally get to hand over the reins to a new goblin. Some one else now gets to collect the weekly meeting fees and put them in the bank and type all sorts for dribble in excel spreadsheets.
It's a real pain when you don't have your own computer and have to find time between assignments, web surfing and general attempts at otherwise procrastinating.
Today was a glorious sunny day but in spite of this, still felt grumpy and grizzly and irritable. The traffic seemed insufferably loud too. But the big event of the day was finally getting to visit St Brutus after three whole weeks of deprivation. Strange it was. The nearer the train got to its destination, the more relaxed and happy the Iz was feeling.
Oh such joy to have a whole four hours lounging around and four days late, finally being able to celebrate the solstice with a new ritual first invented last year concerning a very large fat and juicy book. Iz kept getting hissy fits of nostalgia coming up to and just after 21st June this year. But there was goblinses to be attended to and the feathered beasties and dark doomy Dementors just had to join the queue.
Oh it was such a strange strange feeling. It was almost like having my very own personal Time Turner. A Potter, a picnic and a Penfolds. What more could a serpent want? Tons of tasty paninis with parmesan, basil and sundried tomatoes went down very very well indeed with the glasss or two of red.
So for the next four weeks, Iz will make herself acquainted once again with the Delightful Dolores and various dwarves and other elvish creatures along with all those horrid hobbitses. But this time the Potter is much much fatter than the tale of the Ring. Even so most of the third book seems to consist of appendices and family trees. Iz still thinks that the second book is best since it is so so full of Gollumy goodness, Saruman and those utterly adorable Ents.
We got to fit all these tasty morsels in between the day job and being a good little goblin and doing some preview reading of Managerial accounting stuff (just like those best of intentions last December to read those exotic and utterly exciting auditing text books)
