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In Which...Yeah
Yes, well, I am back, and not dead. Exactly. Er. Probably mostly, because I am being Suffocated By Boxes in an extremely undramatic manner. They are taking over the house. Which is in its own way a good sort of thing, as we are supposed to be out of said house by the end of the month, which is in a week and a half or so, but--aiee. It is beginning to be Mad.
Had a splendid time at Hickory Fest. Have blisters. Got wet. Have new silk handkerchief-hem skirt. Dislike rednecks much more profoundly than ususal, as there was rather a profusion of noisy drunken ones about. (Am also once again Frustrated With My Generation. And 'frustrated' is entirely too light a word.)
Um.
(Something profound, something profound...)
Argh.
I just realised that school starts in about two weeks. ARGH. (If it weren't for Mathematics and Chemistry, this would be mostly all right, because zomg, I am studying British history and literature; what could possibly be better than that? However, I don't much fancy having my skin fall off due to third-degree acid burns. Oh, yeah, and there are Essays. Essays are the Bane of My Existence, because I can't say anything concisely and make sense at the same time. *whimpers*)