Reasons Jessie is Cheerful:
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anotherusedpage Liverpool winning is almost the same as Arsenal winning.
Watching Monty Phython and the Holy Grail is almost the same as reading The Faerie Queene.
It's eighth week. Term finishes next in six days.
And I don't yet have the total ARGH omigodomigod everything is totally out of control feeling that usually builds up towards the end of term.
Or the ofuck ofuck ofuck get me out of here as quickly as possible feeling.
I'm looking forward to going home. But I don't hate Oxford/my course/myself/my life.
Did I mention the feeling stable and happy thing? I haven't felt crap since my last whingy post and that was on the 18th of Novemeber. More than two weeks ago. Since then I've been feeling - ok, with a slant towards good. This isn't a very good reason for feeling cheerful. It's about as productive as the fact that feeling depressed is depressing. But still.
Even things during that time which would normally have depressed me, didn't.
But on the other hand, it's not been manic eat too much drink too much spend too much bouncy bouncy bouncy over the top happy. It's been - contentment.
I'm looking forward to writing my advent calender.
opportunemoment is wonderful.
So iscottonwoolfairy and she got me the bestest birthday present in the whole wide world.
As didawroe - he got me mini footballers! That I can control myself gwahahaha. A teeny tiny game of table football, half the players in red, half in white. I squee every time I see it.
At this point I could descend into a Why I Love My Flist post. But... I think I won't, other than to say, thank you thank you thank you to all of you for being wonderful people.
Watching Monty Phython and the Holy Grail is almost the same as reading The Faerie Queene.
It's eighth week. Term finishes next in six days.
And I don't yet have the total ARGH omigodomigod everything is totally out of control feeling that usually builds up towards the end of term.
Or the ofuck ofuck ofuck get me out of here as quickly as possible feeling.
I'm looking forward to going home. But I don't hate Oxford/my course/myself/my life.
Did I mention the feeling stable and happy thing? I haven't felt crap since my last whingy post and that was on the 18th of Novemeber. More than two weeks ago. Since then I've been feeling - ok, with a slant towards good. This isn't a very good reason for feeling cheerful. It's about as productive as the fact that feeling depressed is depressing. But still.
Even things during that time which would normally have depressed me, didn't.
But on the other hand, it's not been manic eat too much drink too much spend too much bouncy bouncy bouncy over the top happy. It's been - contentment.
I'm looking forward to writing my advent calender.
opportunemoment is wonderful.So is
cottonwoolfairy and she got me the bestest birthday present in the whole wide world.As did
awroe - he got me mini footballers! That I can control myself gwahahaha. A teeny tiny game of table football, half the players in red, half in white. I squee every time I see it. At this point I could descend into a Why I Love My Flist post. But... I think I won't, other than to say, thank you thank you thank you to all of you for being wonderful people.
