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Well, that seems mostly American. But approriate for birthday. I had no idea I was the same age as teh Olsen twins. Scary.

So, birthday. Spent day at Forest Mere health farm. Brilliant. Manicure, epdicure, massage and facial, plus random Iridology, which is looking at your eyes to determine genetic strengths adn weaknesses. Pretty accurate, considering what I know about myself so far. And very interesting. If I start attacking people's faces with a magnifying glass, that's what I'm doing. Anyway, spent day in towelling robe (mostly) and got taken for a walk by random Dog.

Then, Shrek2. Shrek gets fit, which is scary. Harry booked tickets for 16:40, instead of 6:40pm, so we technically arrived two hours late ^_^ Got in anyway, and missed the adverts neatly. Then to Wagamamas for dinner. Very long day. Didn't get to open most of my presents until past 10 o'clock. Stayed up to watch RedDwarf, and was woken at 6 by Harry this morning. ^_^

So, laptop came without Office. May borrow copies from this computer, or may save to buy just the programs I want (Word and Frontpage). Also does not appear to have any way of getting stuff off it, i.e. a floppy drive or a CD-R drive. Hmm. Still, shiny and new. Also got an MP3 player, which is baffling mother. And received a ridiculous amount of university stuff. Makes me regret having a summer birthday a bit. Three cooking books, plastic mugs, a suitcase. Though still, useful, and my sister made me a personalised mug and plate that I honestly thought were professionally done, so much love to her in Newquay.

I spend today tidying up ^_^ And playing with laptop, naturally.

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I am doing a very passable impression of a drowned rat. Went for walk up hill (part of new summer resolution) and got caught on the way back. I figured it wasn't teh type of rain to just stop, but I kept waiting under trees just in case. The result: the rain got heavier. If I'd walked straight home I'd only be marginally damp. Instead, I'm pretty soaked. This happened to me yesterday, though without the pauses. Hence very few of my 18th birthday photos will ever be seen again, because my hair is plastered to my head like a crash helmet. Not a flattering look.

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Cuddly Dudley died about a year ago, after being run over. Dudley was a visiting cat, huge and ginger and full of character. Used to come and steal our cats food and sleep on their beds and once opened the breadbin and nicked a maltloaf, carrying away down the garden. Oh, and he once went to Scotland with complete strangers, who reached their hotel only to have to turn around and bring him home. Probably not best pleased, them. Basocally, everyone who had a cat in teh village knew him, and so did many school kids, because he knew when the break times were and used to go to the playgrounds for fuss and cuddles. Hence Cuddly Dudley. And now he's long dead :(

Got to go and charge up my latop battery and keep playing with it now ^_^ And hunt down the photoshop CD yet again.

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A comment I made to a self-admittedly wnaky post in fanficrants made it into fandomwank, but not in an apparantly negative way. At least, I'm described as giving the person the benefit of the doubt. Doesn't sound too negative. And I'm easily amused. If they weren't still charging for accounts, I'd set up a fic journal there, I think. I may go begging for a code at some point, if I can be arsed. it'll give me a name to comment under at f_w, when I occasionally do.

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So, Chloe left the confirmation of her flight home from Newquay on her bedroom floor. They don't give you tickets for incountry flights, so it was all she had to prove she had paid for the flight. Mum is furious, because this is hardly unusual, and now means someone will very likely have to go to Newquay to pick her up. It's a six hour drive.

Alternately, we could make her catch a train and pay for it out of her own pocket. I'll go suggest that.

Bits of Significant Kinks are online now. Not all are working yet, or completed, but still, it's something.