gloating

Gloat.

Gloat.

Gloat some more.

Mwahahahaha I got the dissertation supervisor I wanted! *does crazy dance*

Gloat.

Gloat.

Ok enough of that.

The ceiling light in my bedroom is making a humming/buzzing noise that only my sis and I can hear. If I didn't know better I'd think it's some kind of divine/satanic/ghostly/alien communication directed specifically at myself and my worthy sibling.

I do know better, so when the jack-of-all-trades uncle came by to help us with various stuff today (aka the leaky toilet, the busted light - yes, my house is falling apart), I asked him if he could help me with it. Nope, he can't hear the noise. Nope, his assistant can't hear it either. It didn't help that my mum kept saying that no one could hear it but my sister and I. They looked at me strangely.

Hmmm.

Hello? Is anyone out there? Are you trying to tell us something? Stop mumbling like Jay and tell us what you want.

Gloat.