Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid....
Mar. 29th, 2003 11:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolIt is 23.40 and I am oddly proud of this. El parento are out getting drunk, and will not roll in until the morning hours. So am being rebellious and going online instead of going to bed. Besides, this is, like, the ONLY time I can get on the internet since Wednesday. *wails* Between tap, Preston college, feeling like crap, Katie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Guides, various crises and DT project I have been scarily busy.
Watch me cry, people. I swear to god, I. Hate. A Frelling Q frelling A!!!!
Anyway. Have been given extension on DT project, so have until Monday to do two teeny tiny little compuyter pages and a catalogue design. Easy. Was going to do it today, but was busy. Honest! Had to buy Mothers Day stuff (got flowers. How original!) and KT came around and we vegged out and ate our own body weight in pizza, M and Ms and Doritos.... yum. DVD player downstairs wouldn't work, so had to stay in room, but allowed Meg to use downstairs. Aren't I caring?
Speaking of Spratlet, she's currently in bed. I'm all on my lonesome, except for the dog. Oh, rapture... think will leave the lights on. As a child, I used to live just off Ormskirk's main street, with a car pakr behind me, and I think I was trained into sleeping with bright lights, car alarms and taxi drivers beeping horns. I can sleep through ANYTHING. So thats my problem. Despite living in my new street since I was 8, it's too bloody quiet and dark. I have a FARM outside my window- pretty (and somewhat smelly) during the daytime, too quiet at night. Quietness and darkness always meant that something was wrong- quiet meant scallies beating the shit out of each other and police along soon to prevent the bricks flying, and darkness meant power outage.
Methinks I shall leave the lights- and the radio- on.
Anyhoo. Weird excuse for day. It was good and bad, at the exact same time. Par example:
Morning. Bad, as usual. Stomach crunches, AGAIN.
Mid-morning. New trainers for cheap price! YAAAAY!
Late morning: phone call from friend who I can't give the name of, but is a very dear friend of mine, who I love to bits informing me police may be phoning due to the fact a complete arsehole (who I know) had fucking raped her. This was while I was still in Ormskirk. After running home in aforementioned new trainers, immediatly burst into tears at my Mum because it was all happening AGAIN (The Bitchface From Over The Road Whose Name I Will Not Deign To Mention For She Lied event) and after stopping crying (I don't cry for RL stuff often but when I do, hooboy. It's like a flood or something) just went into total daze. Unsuprisingly, I was a teeny bit shocked and freaked out. When I found out while in Ormskirk, I spent ages shaking, to try and calm it down went to buy a pastie, came home and threw it up.... Man. Life's a bitch.
But then I had plans for my afternoon, and callous though it may sound, I wanted to just forget about it and make the world go away. so Katie came round, and as mentioned beforehand, was giggly. Funness.
But now I'm alone, and I appear to be thinking again. Whoops.
So, werid day. Really torn between good and bad.
But I'm typing a lot, aren't I? Can you tell I really, really missed LJ?? LOL!
Think I will go and clear my mind and write some fic. And READ some. Ehads, my Favourites List on ff.net might actually have omse UPDATES! Wow!
Failing that, fanart. Yes, fanart. Tolkien is so wonderfully inspiring for that kinda stuff... I can draw sort of imnpressionalist stuf, but I can't if it's supposed to look like something I can SEE, I have to see it in my minds eye. So for FS and SG, I can't draw anything, cos it's all pre "drawn" for me. With Tolkien, there's so many characters to explore, and theres so many that I've made up for The Project that are getting their own drawing...
So far, Elrohir, Nessa, The Three Hunters with a Rohan Background and one or two Elfeas. Fun!
Anyway. Will go. Have long friends list to read... Namarie! ~Hathy_Col~
Watch me cry, people. I swear to god, I. Hate. A Frelling Q frelling A!!!!
Anyway. Have been given extension on DT project, so have until Monday to do two teeny tiny little compuyter pages and a catalogue design. Easy. Was going to do it today, but was busy. Honest! Had to buy Mothers Day stuff (got flowers. How original!) and KT came around and we vegged out and ate our own body weight in pizza, M and Ms and Doritos.... yum. DVD player downstairs wouldn't work, so had to stay in room, but allowed Meg to use downstairs. Aren't I caring?
Speaking of Spratlet, she's currently in bed. I'm all on my lonesome, except for the dog. Oh, rapture... think will leave the lights on. As a child, I used to live just off Ormskirk's main street, with a car pakr behind me, and I think I was trained into sleeping with bright lights, car alarms and taxi drivers beeping horns. I can sleep through ANYTHING. So thats my problem. Despite living in my new street since I was 8, it's too bloody quiet and dark. I have a FARM outside my window- pretty (and somewhat smelly) during the daytime, too quiet at night. Quietness and darkness always meant that something was wrong- quiet meant scallies beating the shit out of each other and police along soon to prevent the bricks flying, and darkness meant power outage.
Methinks I shall leave the lights- and the radio- on.
Anyhoo. Weird excuse for day. It was good and bad, at the exact same time. Par example:
Morning. Bad, as usual. Stomach crunches, AGAIN.
Mid-morning. New trainers for cheap price! YAAAAY!
Late morning: phone call from friend who I can't give the name of, but is a very dear friend of mine, who I love to bits informing me police may be phoning due to the fact a complete arsehole (who I know) had fucking raped her. This was while I was still in Ormskirk. After running home in aforementioned new trainers, immediatly burst into tears at my Mum because it was all happening AGAIN (The Bitchface From Over The Road Whose Name I Will Not Deign To Mention For She Lied event) and after stopping crying (I don't cry for RL stuff often but when I do, hooboy. It's like a flood or something) just went into total daze. Unsuprisingly, I was a teeny bit shocked and freaked out. When I found out while in Ormskirk, I spent ages shaking, to try and calm it down went to buy a pastie, came home and threw it up.... Man. Life's a bitch.
But then I had plans for my afternoon, and callous though it may sound, I wanted to just forget about it and make the world go away. so Katie came round, and as mentioned beforehand, was giggly. Funness.
But now I'm alone, and I appear to be thinking again. Whoops.
So, werid day. Really torn between good and bad.
But I'm typing a lot, aren't I? Can you tell I really, really missed LJ?? LOL!
Think I will go and clear my mind and write some fic. And READ some. Ehads, my Favourites List on ff.net might actually have omse UPDATES! Wow!
Failing that, fanart. Yes, fanart. Tolkien is so wonderfully inspiring for that kinda stuff... I can draw sort of imnpressionalist stuf, but I can't if it's supposed to look like something I can SEE, I have to see it in my minds eye. So for FS and SG, I can't draw anything, cos it's all pre "drawn" for me. With Tolkien, there's so many characters to explore, and theres so many that I've made up for The Project that are getting their own drawing...
So far, Elrohir, Nessa, The Three Hunters with a Rohan Background and one or two Elfeas. Fun!
Anyway. Will go. Have long friends list to read... Namarie! ~Hathy_Col~
