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[froodle]

Urgh, first day of lectures. Which wasn't actually that bad, because I didn't, y'know, go to them, what with the Law department still not having printed our timetables omg BITCHES don't make me drop a chandelier on you! So Jess and I went shopping instead, and out of the seventy MILLION bookshops in Leeds, not one of them has a copy of Leroux's Phantom of the Opera. Chandeliers all 'round. So I bought the movie soundtrack instead, which was stupid since I actually *know* Gerrard Butler can't sing. Why do I do this to myself?

Also, the Law Society sucks, the menu for the ball is shit, the tickets are too expensive and the rooms are a complete ripoff and now I have to share with Verity - no reflection on V, just that £80 is WAY TOO MUCH. What do we have those fucking morons for if they can't even negotiate a decent room rate? I hate the Law Society. Chandeliers for them, too.

I should really be doing some work for my dissertation, but Stick Figure Erik is demanding attention from both myself and Stick Figure Christine...









Cookies to anyone who places Christine's quote. Also to anyone who makes me an animated Evil!Raoul icon.

In other news, my feet hurt. Bloody bookshops.

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[neonkitty.livejournal.com]

*ROFL* "Eek!"

[froodle]

Even Opera Ghosts must fear the wrath of Scary Christine. *nods wisely*