Comments | celebriangel: Leaving Home

celebriangel

Leaving Home

Sep 05, 2009 21:12

In two weeks, I leave home and move to a different country.

I'm going to Birmingham Uni! Yay. On the course I wanted.

And, uh. I'm kindof...sad. Just as I was getting to be friends with my parents.

I am so weird.

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celebriangel September 5 2009, 22:15:39 UTC

Yes, of course. And I'll be back at Christmas. Now, I know you're ridiculously absurdly busy, but how about that IM date? *flutters eyelashes* I am, quite literally, available anytime, even 3am.

*squishes*

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celebriangel September 6 2009, 19:13:34 UTC

Not a problem! And I don't mean we have to talk about my fic - though it wuld be lovely - we could just, you know, generally catch up. My life has been. Well. Can you say 'fun-filled' in an ironic way over the internet? Action-packed, anyway.

I sound like a disney advert. Ah well.

Also. Um. In case you didn't see my other post, there are now, like, 298098 more chapters of DaR than there were last time. Dear me, I need to stop writing so much.

cobweb_diamond September 6 2009, 00:28:40 UTC

oh, but now whenever you see them it will be PRECIOUS TIME WITH THEIR ONLY CHILD, so they will of course treasure it and look forward to seeing you. also: you no longer have them breathing down your neck all the time and thus will be able to do WHATEVER YOU WANT (within reason) without them ever knowing.

celebriangel September 6 2009, 01:08:04 UTC

These are exactly the thoughts that have being going through my head for the last *year*. Leaving home has always been an ambition of mine.

The whole wistfulness thing is, I suspect, as much to do with the fact that 1) I've never moved house in my life before and 2) No longer will my ironing be done for me as with me being a bit woobie.

Bizarrely, there has been less breathing down of necks lately. I suspect this is due to the fact that I started tidying my room, just to see my father's face when he realised there was *nothing* he could shout at me for. I believe that colour is called 'puce'.

Still. I'm gonna have my own bathroom! And be surrounded by physicists and mathematicians, and probably will be dragged to more clubs than I was aware existed, and I can then proceed to drink everyone under the table.