Wet tights and misfortunes

There is a reason that schadenfreude is a German word.

Today I went shopping, buying some stuff I'll need for England, like formal wear (I /already/ dread this whole formal thing - why did I choose a stupid posh uni again?! And fresher's week sounds daunting, too! Also, how do you even pronounce St. Cuthbert's? At least I know my college now...).

While shopping, I walked past a fountain thingy. I slipped, scraping my knee and falling into the fountain. This is not surprising, as there seems to be a fify percent chance that if I walk past an area of wetness, such as fountains and rivers, I will get wet against my will. Maybe it's because I'm an aquarius. A group of old people (in their sixties or seventies) stood nearby and saw it, and instantly started laughing. "Very funny!" I snapped, clambering out of the fountain. Rather than stop, the old people pointed and said idiotic things like "Look, that girl almost fell into the fountain, haha!"

This evening I'll go looking at a house with my mom. She wants to sell our flat and buy an old house. I don't think this one will be a winner - it's from 1910 and looks like it's about to fall apart.

Also! The epic saga of my dad's phone has finally had a happy end after the technician came for the second time. Apparently, the phone lines in the building were routed the wrong way or something.

Wet tights and misfortunes

There is a reason that schadenfreude is a German word.

Today I went shopping, buying some stuff I'll need for England, like formal wear (I /already/ dread this whole formal thing - why did I choose a stupid posh uni again?! And fresher's week sounds daunting, too! Also, how do you even pronounce St. Cuthbert's? At least I know my college now...).

While shopping, I walked past a fountain thingy. I slipped, scraping my knee and falling into the fountain. This is not surprising, as there seems to be a fify percent chance that if I walk past an area of wetness, such as fountains and rivers, I will get wet against my will. Maybe it's because I'm an aquarius. A group of old people (in their sixties or seventies) stood nearby and saw it, and instantly started laughing. "Very funny!" I snapped, clambering out of the fountain. Rather than stop, the old people pointed and said idiotic things like "Look, that girl almost fell into the fountain, haha!"

This evening I'll go looking at a house with my mom. She wants to sell our flat and buy an old house. I don't think this one will be a winner - it's from 1910 and looks like it's about to fall apart.

Also! The epic saga of my dad's phone has finally had a happy end after the technician came for the second time. Apparently, the phone lines in the building were routed the wrong way or something.