Still the prettiest.
Feb. 21st, 2002 11:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingWell, we're on our final day of the Tassie trip. We ended up not doing some of the things we would have liked to, but I don't mind. Nat wants to come back in June to see Jemma's play, and if we do that, we may have the opportunity to do things then. Go to the Cadbury factory for one.
I got myself a very suave new jacket, and Carol put streaks in Liam's and my hair, and then we put "Tropic (Burgundy)" in it. We have purplish hair.
All four of us are currently sitting in an internet cafe. By pure coincidence (or perhaps fate?) it's the same one Liam and I were languishing in when last I updated my journal. I unfortunately picked the satanic computer. The last time the Antichrist incarnated, he accidentally ported his soul into a computer. I am at that computer. Netscape, that most stable of browsers (well, at least in comparison to IE) has already crashed twice, when all I've done is have two Livejournal windows open. Thank random deity of choice that I decided to write this in Notepad and transfer it across. No wait, has now crashed three times. It has decided that I'm not allowed to access my Friends page. Well, fine.
Liam bought himself a PVC-type shirt yesterday, which Nat and Carol have been drooling over. And obsessing about. And petting.
We had to get up early to get out of our hostel by 10am this morning. Incredibly early, considering we were just beginning to settle down this morning at 3. Bad uni students. Bad, baaaad uni students.
Oh look, Netscape's just crashed again. Crash number 4. Wonder if I can make double figures? Think I've learnt my lesson. Only one window can open at once. Sort of like in The Others, only with windows instead of doors.
(You know you're tired when you try to italicise something by using two closing tags...)
Fifth crash. This routine is getting a little tired. Perhaps this puter should try something new, like crashing the whole computer. Maybe even taking out the rest of the room's computers. That would be amusing.
Still not king. Sigh.
Last night, amongst the Deep&Meaningful (TM) Liam, Carol and I shared, I said he was Av to my Sandra. It was finally revealed (I think he's told me before, but shhh...) that he doesn't read Sandra's LJ. I thought that was a shocking travesty. I mean, yes she does BMB, which I'm mildly obsessed with, but she's also an incredibly funky & witty person.
Time to go I think. Should post this before Netscape dies again. Damn Antichrist...
I got myself a very suave new jacket, and Carol put streaks in Liam's and my hair, and then we put "Tropic (Burgundy)" in it. We have purplish hair.
All four of us are currently sitting in an internet cafe. By pure coincidence (or perhaps fate?) it's the same one Liam and I were languishing in when last I updated my journal. I unfortunately picked the satanic computer. The last time the Antichrist incarnated, he accidentally ported his soul into a computer. I am at that computer. Netscape, that most stable of browsers (well, at least in comparison to IE) has already crashed twice, when all I've done is have two Livejournal windows open. Thank random deity of choice that I decided to write this in Notepad and transfer it across. No wait, has now crashed three times. It has decided that I'm not allowed to access my Friends page. Well, fine.
Liam bought himself a PVC-type shirt yesterday, which Nat and Carol have been drooling over. And obsessing about. And petting.
We had to get up early to get out of our hostel by 10am this morning. Incredibly early, considering we were just beginning to settle down this morning at 3. Bad uni students. Bad, baaaad uni students.
Oh look, Netscape's just crashed again. Crash number 4. Wonder if I can make double figures? Think I've learnt my lesson. Only one window can open at once. Sort of like in The Others, only with windows instead of doors.
(You know you're tired when you try to italicise something by using two closing tags...)
Fifth crash. This routine is getting a little tired. Perhaps this puter should try something new, like crashing the whole computer. Maybe even taking out the rest of the room's computers. That would be amusing.
Still not king. Sigh.
Last night, amongst the Deep&Meaningful (TM) Liam, Carol and I shared, I said he was Av to my Sandra. It was finally revealed (I think he's told me before, but shhh...) that he doesn't read Sandra's LJ. I thought that was a shocking travesty. I mean, yes she does BMB, which I'm mildly obsessed with, but she's also an incredibly funky & witty person.
Time to go I think. Should post this before Netscape dies again. Damn Antichrist...
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Date: 2002-02-20 10:08 pm (UTC)*shakes head*
Date: 2002-02-21 03:15 am (UTC)I suppose you don't know what schtuff actually *colours* black hair? *thwaps hair dyes* Stupid things.
Jo
Re: *shakes head*
Date: 2002-02-21 11:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-02-21 11:52 pm (UTC)We'll probably be going back to Tasmania in June anyway.