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Isn't it weird when you look at your LJ and realise that you haven't posted for days when you feel like you've been putting something up every day? P'raps its just me. It only goes to prove that I spend way too much time writing LJ entries in my head. BE THANKFUL I DON'T POST THEM ALL FLIST!

Anyway. I broke my computer mouse. By this, I obviously mean that it was being a pain in the ass and not running smoothly so I took the back off to clean it and promptly lost it down the side of my recliner chair. D:! So now it takes me about three hours to do the simplest things on the computer because I have to hold my mouse upside down and manually manipulate the roller thingies with my finger. Obviously this means I keep clicking the right mouse button instead of the left because I'm holding it upside down and that got old really fast. Bluech. I think I shall have to invest in a new one as investigating my chair at some length failed to uncover the necessary mouse-back-bit.

Evie's first day of nursey today! half-day. Whatever. They loved her! She has a picture up on the wall already and when I walked in to pick her up, she was on a mat surrounded by toys and a childminder playing with her and making her grin like mad and babble on for ages. She obviously had a great time and even did a snowdrop painting with her fingers. *SQUISH* SO CUTE!

In other baby-related newness, I gave her a bit of solid food yesterday for the first time because she's drinking so much milk its getting ridiculous. Just a little bit of baby rice. She has no idea how to eat off a spoon and the texture makes her face do a massive D: (even though she quite likes the taste) and she chews on it for ages before spitting it right back out again and Steve and I laughed so much it hurt. Even when she was crying. We are such mean parents. But its impossible not to laugh at her miserable/outraged face because its bloody hilarious.

Evie's first day of nursery = my first day back at college. Which was nice for me because we're studying Ian McEwan's Enduring Love which I read twice last year and even though Ian McEwan pisses me off no end, he does at least provide a billion things to discuss in his books so this module will be easy as hell. So, academically, yay! The downside is, of course, the other students. I give you this short conversation as an example:

CathyTheTeacher: ...so we can see that while Joe is a scientist and approches things from that way, Clarissa's work is in literature and she studies Keats.

Young Person: What's Keats?

Me: *tries desperately not to headdesk*

I had not read Keats when I was a Young Person but I bloody well knew who he was. These other kids are between 16-19 years old. The one sitting next to me endlessly complained to her mate (while texting under the table non stop, obviously) that she really hated the book. She hasn't even read past Chapter 2 of the damn book yet!

I probably sound old and snobbish but frankly, I dont care. If you dont like reading books or poetry, get the fuck out of the English class and go study hairdressing or something. Bah.

I may have broken my car a little. Because hello mad floods this morning. The rain was so bad that the roads and railway just south of where I live have been closed down. I did sort of notice that I was in the midst of a torrential downpour when I left the house this morning but as it was relatively dry when I went to bed at 2am, it didn't register that the water would be all that bad. So I blithely took the back country road to get to the nursery so as to avoid all the mental rush hour traffic - HAHAHAHA! Half a foot of water in some places. Other cars were turning round and going back but I was running slightly late (possibly due to being up until 2am the night before and waking up twice in the night for no apparent reason) and figured how bad could it be, anyway? Well. The car is still running but not smoothly when I'm pulling off or in a low gear or at low speed. I suspect water in the fuel or oil or similar. NOOOOO! I absolutely canot afford for the car to stop working just now. I have no money for even bus fares, let alone getting the thing fixed. BAH! If it can hold out until the beginning of March however, allgood. Because then Mum's giving me hers (because she keeps backing it into the gatepost, hah) and taking mine so she can deal with it if there's a problem.

Steve bought me music from the library to copy. I almost pointed out to him that that was more thoughful than just bringing me his own CD's, but didn't. It appears he doesn't think I'm a bitch anymore, not that he's acted like he does since he's been seeing Evie anyway. Progress!

I shall shut up now. Well, I'm going to do a meme but it's not like you have to read that. Or any of this stuff actually. ;p

( Nicked from Steph )

Rrar. Steve is coming over on Christmas. Hurrah! Last week he said he wasn't but he had assumed I would be at my mothers'. So when I told him I wasn't he was all, '...oh.' And when I asked him today whether he was sure he wouldn't come, he immediately said, 'Yeah, I think I will actually.' So he's coming Christmas night, after dinner. Which is awesome because a) I don't have to worry about cooking a brilliant Chrimbo dinner and b) I can now have chicken instead of turkey. As much as I love Christmas, I don't actually like turkey very much. So! Everything is very much awesome. I can have a stress-free and delicious day and then enjoy seeing Evie with her Daddy in the evening, while getting pissed and mocking Christmas TV because that's usually all its good for and is highly entertaining when used for that purpose.

Anyway, have a couple of pics. These were taken by my mother and I can only show you these because for some reason, the others all have mad red-eye. I can't say anything because the recent ones I've taken of her have the same problem. Or perhaps she really does have red eyes and the camera brings out her true nature? Its entirely possible, I suppose. Would figure that her good behaviour is entirely about subterfuge.

( She's big and I can't remember when she was small. Woe. :( )

Anyway. I am glad he is coming over. It would have been depressing having Christmas alone this year...or, well, not alone because baby. Depressing not having anyone to mock the Chrimbo TV with, rather. He is just as bad for that as I am now I come to think of it - we ripped Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow to shreds today. But to be fair, it deserved it becauase it was pants. That aside, what do we think the chances are of me not getting pissed and bringing up that it was Christmas Day last year that we started sleeping together? Low, I would think. I dont have that many inhibitions with chaps anyway and alcohol only makes it worse. I keep reminding myself that I shouldn't want to sleep with him any more because he really can be a fuckwit bastard and, to quote Hermione Granger, he has the emotional range of a teaspoon (what a great line that was!) and he made my life hell for five months. And then I look at him and am reminded that I find him really hot and go, 'eh. What the hell.' I am not good at holding grudges, as may be obvious.

I will stop rambling now as it is almost 2am and I have friends coming over in the morning and then I have to go buy a chicken and some garnish things and cream and nibbles and EEEEEE Christmas Eve!! :D :D :D I love Christmas! *bounce*

[insert Sunday-evening squeeing here]

Lord. He is so cute with her. I could die. He's so obviously chuffed to bits with his little girl when he sees her. And I asked him if he was going to tell his parents and he said yes. Not yet, but eventually, which is good enough for me. Hurrah! Evie will have grandparents!

Just as happily, I made mince pies for the first time this year. And they were awesome! :D!