Well thank fuck that's done.
Phew. The visa application is in! Hurray! It's not like I even did that much for it but it put such a cloud of stress and awfulness over the whole house that it's almost worth the non-refundable $2000 it cost just to have it out of the way. All I have to worry about now (well, in relation to this) is the interview. I have visions of police interrogations, spartan rooms, bright lights and the need to corroborate our story. A little silly considering we're telling the truth.
Coincidentally, my holidays are over as of today as well. I suppose I should feel a bit more stressed about this since I did none of the work I should've done but the visa relief is carrying over for the moment. I will worry about it all soon enough, I'm sure.
I'm still too ill to worry too much anyway. It's transformed from a sore throat and a sniffle into me being a big bag of mucus. Eww. I'm surviving on Codral (mmm, pseudoeffedrine), eucalyptus scented tissues and tea. Lots of tea. I don't think walking home in the rain yesterday helped much though. Stupid me.
Oh and look! There's an SG with my name! Well, that's how I like to spell it in the real world anyway. I feel oddly annoyed. Oddly because it's not like I was ever going to do a set or become an SG, it was just nice to see that if I did I could've used my real name. Eh, no matter, I could always be Eleanor if I decide you all need to see my tits.
I'm a terrible show-off but I don't think I'm quite at that stage yet, don't worry.
Anyway, enough talk of that. I should go and get ready for tafe. I will leave you with a question though, what do you do when you have the house all to yourself?
Me, I like to dance around to Barry White and bake. What a girl.
Phew. The visa application is in! Hurray! It's not like I even did that much for it but it put such a cloud of stress and awfulness over the whole house that it's almost worth the non-refundable $2000 it cost just to have it out of the way. All I have to worry about now (well, in relation to this) is the interview. I have visions of police interrogations, spartan rooms, bright lights and the need to corroborate our story. A little silly considering we're telling the truth.
Coincidentally, my holidays are over as of today as well. I suppose I should feel a bit more stressed about this since I did none of the work I should've done but the visa relief is carrying over for the moment. I will worry about it all soon enough, I'm sure.
I'm still too ill to worry too much anyway. It's transformed from a sore throat and a sniffle into me being a big bag of mucus. Eww. I'm surviving on Codral (mmm, pseudoeffedrine), eucalyptus scented tissues and tea. Lots of tea. I don't think walking home in the rain yesterday helped much though. Stupid me.
Oh and look! There's an SG with my name! Well, that's how I like to spell it in the real world anyway. I feel oddly annoyed. Oddly because it's not like I was ever going to do a set or become an SG, it was just nice to see that if I did I could've used my real name. Eh, no matter, I could always be Eleanor if I decide you all need to see my tits.
I'm a terrible show-off but I don't think I'm quite at that stage yet, don't worry.
Anyway, enough talk of that. I should go and get ready for tafe. I will leave you with a question though, what do you do when you have the house all to yourself?
Me, I like to dance around to Barry White and bake. What a girl.
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what do i do home alone? well, right now i'm half naked eating peanut butter toast listening to tori amos!