Um... wow... um...

Ok... wow... um... this is wot my brain feels like atm... my thought processes have completely shut down! Holy shit! Um... wow, today has been an interesting day. It started off one of the worst fucking days of my life, but it picked up rather quickly around 9.30pm and sky rocketed around 11.30! Wow! Kick in anytime brain... em... ok, lets do a quick run through of my day.

I had to get up at 6 after only like at the very most 2hrs sleep, which is never fun. The father = a grumpy bastard at the best of times, but especially in the mornings and especially if we're going somewhere. So he was a fucking knightmare as always. He'd spent all night standing over me while I packed and yapping at every available moment at how unbelievably unorganised I am (furry muff, I am the most unorganised person u'll ever kno). Anyway we're up early to get the 7.30 boat, and as usual I'm rushed for time to get all my remaining shit together. We get to the docks 45mins before like we're meant to and sit in line to get checked through. We've already been told that the boat that we were meant to get has been cancelled due to engine/pump problems and hurricane Fuckface (ie. Gordon) so they're gona fit us on the 3hr tub. So we wait like pillocks in this non moving line for like 45mins, and then they tell us its full and they could only let 8 ppl on, pfffft bullshit. So then they do their, "If the 12.35 HSS is sailing, we'll get you on that, and if that isn't sailing we'll try and get you on the 5pm tub, but we won't know anything til 9". So we're all pissed coz the reason we were on the early boat was so I could get to uni on time to see my advisor and we're fuckin tired. So we wait about til 9.30, when they announce the 12.35 HSS is sailing thank god, and we move into the waiting terminal where we have to wait for 4hrs before the boat actually got there and was ready, and all the while my dad yaps on about how this is all my fault and I should stop being so laid back and learn from my mistakes bla bla bla. Like its my fault that there's a fucking hurricane! 4hrs... 4 fucking hours of it. Meeeh. And by this stage I'm soo fuckin tired I dnt give a shit, which seems to make him even more annoyed. Fuck sake. Anyway, 4hr drive to St Andrews, more yapping. So we finally get there I get my keycard, which is all good until I try and get into my room and the fucking thing doesn't work. So I go back to reception while my mum and the boyos unload all my stuff, and reception is closed and the person who's still there is a complete retard and can't get the computer keyboard to work so I hafta go back tomorrow and get it all sorted. Luckily someone came and let me in my room, with the small problem that I can't close my door but hey, no biggy. I unpack most of my shit and I'm ready to go out and get pissed, but no the big gays that I live with are anti-social shitholes and don't wanna leave the flat! God, I'm living with a pack of queers!

But then my snuggle bunny comes online and tbh I don't giva shit anymore coz I'm happy :) And my happy turned into grinning soo hard my cheeks hurt and being happier and more excited than I've been in a long long time. And that's why I love her! I know I'm usually a details whore and believe details are everything, but on this occasion, there are too many to describe and tbh they are better left alone. Plus its after 3 and I hafta get up at 10 to advise so I cba! So I leave you in my state of confuzzlment! I bid you adieu...