Wires Unfathomably Tangling Themselves

I'm back in the library once again. I feel rather at home here now, especially when I make the effort to bring my laptop so I've got my iTunes and stuff. It's just a warmer version of my house. I'm actually currently having a musical theatre party in my ears; I had no idea I had so many musical soundtracks in my possession until someone pointed out that the only things that ever appear on my 'listening to' bit of Windows Live are Rent, Spring Awakening, Les Miserables and occasionally Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony or a nice bit of James Galway.

I love my headphones, right. At night time they allow me to block out the sounds of sirens, helicopters and planes and replace them with a soothing bit of Pachelbel. On the bus, I can forget that I'm in a hot, stuffy box on wheels with forty other people I neither know nor like and get lost in the soaring distortion of Muse. If I'm in the house when everyone's in and want to listen to guilty pleasure music at top volume then I can do so. But WHY oh WHY do headphones, as soon as you put them down somewhere, become a tangled mess of disappointment?!? Do the two ear bits and the plug bit play hide and seek with eachother when I'm not looking? Or do they just think that my favourite past-time is disentangling wires that are already slightly broken, therefore requiring a certain amount of gentility in untangling rather than just picking two ends and pulling until something happens? I swear they do it on purpose to annoy me. Even if I put them in the front pocket of my bag where they can't move they come out like Medusa's head. It's the most ridiculous thing to get annoyed by, but I mean, really. It's not natural.

That rant over (bit still simmering away in my mind), I move on to... something else. Doodle just brough me a cup of tea, which is rather fabulous of her. Bit hot, though. And having an fantastic chat with the Lady (we're online at the same time so rarely that this deserves a medal) and J, so my library time is passing rather enjoyably. Of course, I'd rather be eating Sunday roast (beef or lamb) in a nice pub somewhere, but what can you do. Well, start sticking to some sort of budget for a start, but where's the fun in that? I definitely wouldn't have a lovely new jumper dress if I'd done that. (It is lush though, it's grey and sort of ruched and has buttons down one side :-D)

I literally don't know what I'd do without Doodle sometimes. On top of making me cups of tea a lot, she doesn't think I'm weird when all of a sudden I have a slight breakdown about things and cry for no apparant reason (usually because Fate's timing is spectacular, and when things go a bit tits up I'm always already exhausted/grumpy/ill and just become an angry harpy). She didn't even mind when I got home from ballet in a small rage, lay on her bed in a ballet leotard, tights and a hoodie, whingeing and uttering expletives, and smudging mascara all over her duvet cover. In fact, all my mates have been amazing at looking after me - the prize probably goes to Lady and Fairy for not absolutely shitting their pants when I collapsed in Lady'd bathroom for no apparant reason (I wasn't pissed for once). I'm still not really sure what that was all about, except that I fell asleep on the sofa, woke up at about 2.30am because Lady and Fairy actually were pissed, went upstairs to the loo and collapsed onto the floor whilst muttering unintelligibly. I don't actually remember this, but apparantly my temperature shot up to worrying levels and if I hadn't have randomly recovered after about 10mins they would have called an ambulance... anyway, they put me to bed and in the morning I was fine, and I'd like to apologise unreservedly here and now for scaring the shite out of them both. Sorry guys...

How did I get onto that??? Meh, oh well. The point is, after asking J for a completely random topic (and discarding the unconfinably random 'the problems with roofing felt'), I have successfully included the way wires unfathomably tangle themselves into this post... High Fiiiiive.