Long overdue

So this, I suppose, is an update of events past and things to come. I sit here in the computer 'lab' at university wondering what on Earth I'm playing at. It's been a little over three weeks since Pipex said that I'd 'Go Live' and I'm still without the internet at home.

I haven't really missed not having the internet, to be honest. University work can be done through other means and, if anybody ever tells me that something MUST be done post-haste then, in my opinion, it can most certainly wait. The only thing that am missing at the moment is EBay. I noticed the other day that Christmas shoppers are at it already and so I should be, too. But the inability to buy everything online has hindered me somewhat, not to mention the fact that I can't even think of what to buy for anybody this year.
Christmas 2007 is going to be very weird, I think.

I miss Ritchie. I know I go on and on but it's tearing me up inside. I'm always sad these days and more often that not I'm very angry with myself for numerous reasons. I'm sure he's got a lot on his plate down in Plymouth at the moment, but I'm a very selfish girl and he needs to come back this instance to console me for my sad loss. It really does feel like somebody or something has taken him away from me for good and that I'm never ever going to see him again! This is obviously stupid, but I guess it's how I feel.
It wouldn't be so bad if I could just hop onto MacMessenger or Skype, but clearly God is out to make me moody at the moment and is causing Pipex toy with my emotions. I'm sure the phone line is just fine, but still I have to wait another seven days before everything is 'active'. Bastards.

In other news. Boo hoo for OiNK. It is a bit of a shame, I admit, but I guess it serves us tight-fisted pirates right for stealing good music in the first place. ITunes can only get cheaper now, guys.
The Wolverhampton tramp died a couple of days ago. He lived on the island in the town centre, I'm sure those of you that live in the area have noticed him. He was a cool bloke and stood by his beliefs, fair play to you, my good man. God will look after you now!

Dad's new/Grandma's old house is up for rent. A few people have shown interest already and I think that he has agreed for a nice couple to move in as soon as possible. I'm quite excited. Apparently, they're only going to be living there for the best of two years so the house has been offered to me for when I have finished university and travelled the world. I'd have to pay some rent, obviously, but I truly am considering taking my dad up on the offer he has made. I have been wanting to leave home for a very long time now and it's nice to see that my folks are showing some sort of understanding towards it now. It beats living alone in a shitty area in a small, over-lived-in flat with no familiar faces around you, anyway. Not that I should be so picky...

I must admit, I feel better from writing this entry, now. It's nice how venting things on to (proverbial) paper can clear your head and make you smile. I feel ready to conquer my day now!

Shame I missed my lecture this morning.

I'm going to trawl MySpace now and catch up on all the picture comments, friend requests and birthdays that have been left for me.

Not.