Post- Time Skip arrival

Hey guys, guess who?
That's right: ME!
Or in terms of metaphorical-verse world thing: post-time-skip!Me ! (Because I'm counting last year as a time-skip. I think it serves the same purpose and fits in quite well that way.)

I'm back at LoBro, and getting ready to rock the scene with my awesome presence. I was a bit upset at first because the university messed up all the room bookings and now I'm not in the hall I was supposed to be, being instead further from my lecture halls and not with an en-suit (it also has much narrower hallways), and those of you who know me may know that I get a bit upset with last minute change of plans and expectations (amusing there actually were plans or expectations.) However as said by the great Sid the sloth 'you know me, I'm to lazy to hold a grudge.' I've got a room, internet connection and coffee, so things are fine. I can't really be upset for more than a day anyway. 
My hall mates seem nice from what I've seen so far. They're mostly international students, I guess from China as we seem to have some sort of 'third years from China' thing going on.
I'll probably talk more to them later.
I hope they don't think me weird, as I've spent a lot of time watching TMNT and as of today Sailor Moon, and now I'm listening to the levian polka pretty much on repeat.
If anyone recognises that just from audio, they've probably watched too much of the shows themselves anyway. Except maybe the levian polka. 

Well I seem to be running late again, you know how it is: Things to do, places to be.
Till next time, I leave you with this cool 'hands snapping things to the tune of the levian polka' because I rather like it. 

Three Months Later

Hey Guuuuuuuiz!
I'm not going to apologise for it being so long because really, is it ever not?
It's been a weird day, and I'm starting to regret the decision to have really stodgy cake and custard for dinner (it wasn't actually supposed to be that stodgy.)
I think at some point it was supposed to somehow symbolise the chaos of my life now that my family has seemingly abandoned me.
Now I'm just sick of stodgy rubbish tasting cake.

It's been three months since my last update. I still haven't finished any of my drawing projects, or my dissertation, but I have seen shawn of the dead, started portal 2 (Wheatly yay! OuO), came second in a pub dartz game (while only hitting the correct area of the darts board once) and caught up with Homestuck.

I also finished Mystery Incorporated. This is one of the many reasons I need my sister back: No one reacts the right way when I try to tell them about this. I've got lots of 'that doesn't sound like the scooby doo I used to watch' or 'Why were you even watching Scooby doo?', but what I really want is someone to talk through why time travel was even involved in this situation, and how I'm supposed to feel about a) literally everyone dying, and b) the universe being reset, and whether anything we saw actually happened any-more.  I know what I was sort of hoping for the last episode, and in a way it did all happen, it's just that the utter destruction of the entire Mystery Incorporated universe as I knew it sort of put a dampener on that for me.

I don't really have much cool to say, but if I find some I'll try and come back here and let you know.
In this sudden absence of family and like minded same show watching peeps, you never know, maybe I'll come back and start theorising over stuff here. It'll be just like the good old days of 3am Trock and fairy lights. Just with less 3am, trock or fairy lights.

Also I'm still sort of hoping that the Cravendale bar crew are going come back in an epic hero moment to vanquish the evil thumb-cats.

Not Invasion?

So my house-mate returned through the front door. Neither of us mentioned any potential intergalactic threats, and I don't even know if she's at all involved. It's all a bit confusing.
Still, if she wasn't using the invisible portal in the back garden I can only summarise that the intergalactic lawn mowers can now open 'pull' doors. It may look bad, but rest assured that I will fight until my last to save you guys and the rest of the world from whatever comes through that portal. I'm not sure how assuring that is, but there you go.
On a more positive note, it looks like Oven might pull through. One side's definitely broken but the other has regained a little control and can cook meringues and Baked Alaska (but not much else). I think my house-mate is seeing if we can get her fixed up.

I'm supposed to be writing an Easter report right now (that was due in before Easter.. ¬-¬ ) but I seem to have forgotten how to words. Hopefully sticking some here will get my fingers in the mood for typing and I've got some epic-sads music going. I don't know if that will help but you never know. I could get some epic sads into my Easter report.

Also I saw the hobbit. I love Martin Freeman [although I always say John Freeman. I have literally just realised this is because he plays John Watson and not just because of actual John freeman existing.] That guy is both a brilliant Bilbo and ace in general.

Oven Conspiracies

I arrived home today to find the back door open. Not that this is particularly unusual because its a rather nice slightly warm day, which practically counts a heatwave compared to the freezing cold that's been raging around these past few weeks. I'd taken my time walking back from church, and my house mate has a car so she had probably arrived much earlier and was enjoying the sunshine in the garden. Except that she wasn't.

After taking a look round and locating the fish pond, (which actually a giant plant pot, and I think that's pretty cool) I briefly looked round the house and could see no sign of her. This lead me to wonder why the back door was open at all. The door itself is quite stiff and usually locked, and I extremely doubt my house mate forgot to shut it before going out. (It's more likely I forgot to lock it after opening it on Friday to let some air through, but even then it's a bit too convenient that it would open all by itself right when the weather was looking up.) 

The oven started playing up last night (and still is), and before turning in for the night she was going to tell me something as we passed in the hall (before she was interrupted by the oven alarm for my evening meal.) At the time I thought nothing of it; it sounded like something about not seeing me on Sunday morning which is not particularly usual as we rarely see each other on Sunday mornings (she gets up a good few hours before me), however in hindsight I realise I only assumed this was what she was saying.
What she could have been trying to tell me was that the ovens were uprising and that she was planning on stopping them by travelling to a different plane via the invisible portal in the garden and would probably be around much today. 

In which case I should probably not shut the back door because when she returns from her adventure she would find herself locked out in the back garden.

However I do not believe this is entirely the case as my house mate is pretty level headed and would have left me a note or a text to let me know not to shut the back door if this was the case.

In the great scheme of things one cannot simply assume that one's house mate does not want you to shut the back door because she is on a crazy adventure to stop the ovens as this is not a very practical thing to assume. Indeed I do not even know if the ovens are the cause of this whole fiasco: maybe the oven breaking was simply the first sign of something yet to come, they might have even been defending the earth from attack but were recently attacked themselves and can no longer both defend the earth and cook food properly.

It is more likely that my house mate found herself embarking on an adventure through the garden portal to suddenly to leave a note (hopefully of her own will and not because she was abducted by lawnmowers; I notice we do not have one of these, so there is a chance she knew a little of the situation before hand. If this is the situation at all.) and that last night she attempting to warn me that something might be going down but that she did not know the situation entirely at the time.

Hence I will shut the back door (for it grows a little cold.) 

Either my house mate will return from her sudden crazy adventure, after which I'm sure a closed back door will be the least of her worries, or she just went to a friends house after church (a common enough occurrence) and there are some crazy mysteries going down. (In which case I should shut the door anyway and pretend not to have noticed anything strange, lest I too end up caught up in some crazy intergalactic war of household appliances.)

Except with more lawnmowers and Ovens..