Too long to tweet about..

FFS.
About 15 minutes ago, it was absolutely lashing rain, howling wind etc etc. And I said, by golly I'm hungry, I better go inside (I'm in the office which is a building in and of itself in the garden) and have my lunch now, then start English after lunch. So I made the mad dash across the garden in the rain, and when I got inside, I realised the cleaner was here, and so I couldn't make food til she was gone. So I turned around and shuffle-ran across the wet and frankly dangerous deck, in my birkis, holding up the ends of my tracksuit bottoms back to the office.
I was very cold and wet so turned on my lovely cosy heaters and sat down to do some more work. Of course I didn't do that, I had a little think.
"I actually need to go to the bathroom.. so if she's here now that means she's not going to be gone til 3... I do actually quite need to go to the bathroom... Shh Lisa, you just think that cos you're not allowed go... God I'm reeally hungry... 3 o'clock is literally hours away, I'll never make it... Ok I really really need to go to the bathroom now... But look at that rain! Ah but it could get worse, and you could be trapped in here with no food or bathroom facilities..."
So I decided to make yet another run for it, changed back into my birkis (from my office slippers, which live out here to keep my feet cosy) hoisted up my trousers and ran slamming the door behind me. Of course, the door didn't bloody close did it? No, so I had to go all the way back across, for fear the wind and rain got in and ruined my system. Then I had to go back inside. Take off my very wet shoesies, do the awful squeeze past on the stairs thing with the cleaner, catch sight of my mad "I got caught in heavy rain and now I'm going to dry very curly, even though I'm not actually curly hair" hair in the mirror, go to the bathroom and gather a huge armful of cds for the cd player (this whole "just having my laptop out here for itunes" malarky isn't exactly working out, as you might have guessed), do the awkward shuffle on the landing again, do the pantomime "sneaking thief" walk across the wet hall floor, go into the kitchen and reassess. I needed rations. After a raid of the transportable food in the fridge and pantry, I came away with 2 slices of Charleville white cheddar, a bag of Tayto cheese and onion crisps (which I haven't had in ages and are fabulously delicious, I'm eating them now), a purple snack bar and the last 2 rows of a big Dairy Milk bar. Sufficient food for someone who won't be eating for near on 2 more hours, but I was reeeally hungry. I had a glass of water already in the office, so that was beverages sorted out, now I just needed to balance the motley assortment of items required for study in my arms, while being able to open the doors and protect things from the rain.
I was all organised, and opened the back door, ready for the hit, when I realised it had stopped raining. Of course it had. Nonetheless I made my way carefully across still-slippery deck and out to my little house, which was delightfully warm, thanks to the quick work of the radiators, put on slippers and sat down, and tucked into the cheese.

And now I'm here, writing this blog, not half an hour after this adventure began, and the sky is blue, the sun is shining, and every surface of the garden is bone dry. This is not acceptable. I want to be complimented on my bravery and valour in the face of such obstacles, instead of being told "you stupid girl, you should have just waited". But no I had to act like Jimmy and make a dash for it...

Oh well, at least I got a blog out of it. I had originally intended to tweet about it, but as you can see, you'd just be missing out if I tried to condense it down to the bare facts=P

EDIT: 2.13pm: It's hailstoning!!! Mwahahahahaha!!!

I found an emo poem at the back of a refill pad!

I wrote this ages ago in Italian I think.. but yeah I found it today and would like to share it with you:

I am a Danish pastry.
You can't tell, because you are a Danish pastry too.
We are all Danish pastries
Living in a bakery.
The bakery of life.
The bakery of pain.
Nuff said.
Word.

=D

I am so angsty right now, it's actually too angsty to put into a blog. That's quite angsty. Like I'd be embarassed to put it into a blog. That's how emo I feel.

So I shall watch movies til one is sufficiently sad enough to make me cry for the rest of the night til I go to sleep.

Nuff said.
Word.

inorite?