hathycol | (no subject)

Am at college. Is lunchtime.

flickerswitch is off being a thespian at drama, so I thought: "Hey! Get my English written up!"

As per usual, I end up on LJ. Do have plans to meet Susie later, however. Am not completey anti-social, despite parents thoughts on the matter.

Am speaking like Bridget Jones. Is v. worrying, since am not 30.

Okay, let's go back to actual sentances.

Yesterday rocked my little socks off. Or Liz's lucky little socks, anyway. Had a disturbing dream on Wednesday night that we were being held hostage in France, and we were late for Versathon. Luckily, we weren't taken to France and ended up at Versathon in plenty of time. And so, we did Our Half Hour. Or our 15 minutes, anyway. Lord Of The Rolo rocked (go annoy

flickerswitch for it) and was even funnier when read out of the bus on the way back by someone who punctuated it with "And Legolas FIT was arguing with Gimili..." and called Sauron Sharon. And we all shouted out the chocolate references, too.

Next came the ending to City Of God which is a very, very good film. Stunning. Go and watch it. Really. Do.

Then we went to see Reloaded in the cinema. By this point, I'd like to add, I still hadn't told Mum about the actual film we were going to watch. *coughs and feels like bad daughter* So, off we toddle to Manchester, and we eat much in the way of food beforehand (mmmm, pizza) before going to printworks and sitting through the most godawfully boring talk on IMAX technology. Then we actually went to see (the reduced, sadly) IMAX of Matrix Reloaded. Dear god in heaven, it looked fantastic in that format. The picture was so good! The film was so good (same old, same old) and it was all just generally good.

So, on the bus on the way home, the Liza's film studies teacher was sitting behind us. We weren't really listening, until The FanDar(tm) came into play. We sort of turning around as one. "Did you say the E word?" "Elrond?" "The Elf himself?"

We then spent the rest of the bus journey home enthusiastically describing conventions, the films, theories about the Matrix and fandom. Wheeeeee!

Went home. Was absolutely bloody shattered, and seem to remember getting Dad to agree to give me driving lessons soon, since I want to have a basic grip of it by the time they let me on the roads. Why did I ask this? Am I mad?

Went home, finished politics homework, went to bed, woke up this morning and toddled to the land of college, feeling grotty. So I took some paracetamol, and only afterwards did I realise that they were the type with lots and lots of caffiene in it. Hence a disgustingly hyper Colleen on the bus who needed food to counteract the caffiene. Eating toast in politics is quite fun.

And then the day has gone past, and now I'm here again. Sciving Guides and going out tonight, though. Off to the Comrades, since I want to see Simon again. Yay! On the less yay side, I have to go and see my supervisor at work tonight. I Want My Overtime. Hmmm, I should go and check my bank balance, actually.

See y'all tomorrow. Hopefully. Ugh, have to do more training tomorrow, can't do that hungover, looks like I'm drunk sitting again...

~Hathy_Col~