Yes, this is my mum in a huge plastic bag. i was in bed today, watching Red Dwarf and keeping warm, and she walked in to ask me if i needed it for anything before she threw it away. i said no. she sat down, and proceeded to climb into the bag, roll around on the floor proclaiming "its very noisy in here!!", then struggle onto her front and crawl around like some kind of giant plastic mollusc.

In less 'parents in plastic bags' related news: i am teetering perilously close to becoming involved in Deadwood, I Spy, Muncle, Numb3rs and NCIS. Any more fandoms out there i will be helpless to resist? Because hey, i'm already obsessing to the point of wanting to blatter my head into the nearest wall, so why not join the fun? i shall write a book someday: 'Fandoms: the tragedy and the triumph - how my obsessions led to the enforced surgical removal of a television set from my face'. Woe.

Oh, in respect to my OU Psychology Degree, there's been a slightly change of plan. I've been given permission (after a slightly scary phonecall that morphed into an interview before i knew what was going on) to skip the first years course and go on to a Level2 course, Exploring Pschology, which i am looking forward to faaaar more! It starts February, and in the meantime i'm studying a short course called Life In The Oceans: Exploring Our Blue Planet. It's great, and would be even better if distractions wouldn't keep getting in the way of study. ::glares accusingly at shiny new huge dilectible CRT flat-screen monitor:: aw. i can't hate you. you're gorgeous.

Tags: family, fandoms, psychology degree
feeling: little bit weeeey little bit wuurgh
hearing: david mead - new mexico (oh the cheese!)