I am proud (yes proud) to report that I have seen the Star Trek movie TWICE already. I feel like a true geek. But there's just a whole level of geekdom that I will never be able to achieve - the whole speaking Klingon, wearing pointy Vulcan ears and that. That makes me quite sad. The movie was so GOOD. "Good God man, I'm a doctor not a physicist!" Go see it now. RUN...go...now...
What else? Ummm...Only an official week left of actual proper school and then (dun dun dunnnn) exams. I am far too too lazy and laid back about said exams but hey ho, it normally turns out okay despite the distinct lacks of revision. So fingers crossed that my four leaf clover will serve me well one last time! It will be so weird to say that I hold no actual affiliations with PHS any more. I love my school. It's a love-hate relationship. Often it hates me, and I love it, and I hate that I love it.
Cowboy has jetted off to L'america for THREE whole weeks. That's pretty much like forever. But I have assurances of presents and spoiling on his return. I am a lucky lucky thing is what I am.
General goings-on are normal really. Oh! I have a car! That's new! Thank you to Penny for leaving it to me. You are just lovely and I can't even express my gratitude in words so i have been blowing kisses instead. Anything else? ... Nope. Life trundles on like a penny farthing being ridden down a cobbled street. How poetic.
Bed time now.
If you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Spoken like a true genius, Spock.
Traaaa-laaa-laaa. Over and out.
