Sometimes I wish myself just far away, to spread out my wings and fly away

In my quest to cover the entire opposite wall of my room (about 18 square metres, at a very rough estimate) in certificates and posters that I happen to have lying around, I'm already beginning to regret displaying the Vib Ribbon poster that I found this morning. The image of a grinning Japanese rabbit staring at me fixedly from the gloom beyond the computer screen is quite terrifying.

Getting a plane ticket just seems to be a world of difficulty. Now that I've bought one, I have to send some sort of proof of being a student to STA Travel so they can send me back a card, and I've just written the ponciest e-mail to them asking what would be suitable. When I'm writing to someone I don't know, I can't avoid being far too formal - you know it's a problem when I start to use words like "juxtapose". Just look at this tidal wave of twaddle:

I am a student at the University of St Andrews, in Scotland, UK, and have recently purchased a plane ticket from STA Travel. I do not currently have an ISIC card and purchased one along with my ticket, but I am unsure as to what would be suitable to send (as requested) that constitutes proof of my student status. Could you furnish me with an indication as to what would be acceptable?

It's tragic, I sound like Kenny the Ex-Warden. Actually, I'll change that last sentence, it's just ludicrous and it's putting the ponce-o-meter (under Tools in Microsoft Word) worryingly high.

Until today at work, I had no idea that potatoes could be scoured instead of peeled. What have I been doing standing over a sink with a knife as sharp as one of DJ Cole-Hamilton's ties for all this time? And "Thunderbirds Are Go" came on the radio at work today as well. Oh, how I cried.