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Oct. 16th, 2003 08:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolWell, I have a lot to say.
Firstly, magazine bloke is going to kill me. This is because I have lost my article, and have no desire to redo it in about an hour. Therefore, I have lied. Blatently. I have a corrupted file, don't you know. I have emailed him about it, and plan to spend tomorrow hiding behind someone every time I see Greg.
I have finished my crap, crap story for English Language, resisting the urge to start calling my main female lead Marie Suzanne. Fanfiction has warped my brain.
Um. Where was I?
Ah yes. Horrible morning warped into a nice day today. I was knackered after work, and collapsed pretty much straight into bed. I had a bizarre dream about being pregnant (by Elladan and Elrohir no less) and woke up with all of fifteen mins to go before I needed to leave the house. I hate going to college without showering.
So, I stumble onto the bus, and today, the bus driver was armed with an inspector, after all the trouble that he's had with people and lack of passes, including one of the uber-fuckwits, Peter Jones. The inspector said, quite fairly, that they couldn't get on unless they paid, and they all did, excpet for Peter Jones, who started ripping into the inspector. He does this on a regular basis to the driver. So, in one of the funniest moments of my entire life, the inspector shrugs, says "okay" and steps onto the bus, and the driver shuts the doors in Peter's face, leaving him standing at the bus stop as we all break down into hysterics. Life can be very sweet at times.
Key Skills partially ruined the day, but then it was off to the rest of my fun-filled (sorta) day, in which I hung out a lot in Toscana's with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flickerswitch and drank tea.
Creative writing at lunch, and we had to make up a character. Meet Dave. Dave is 33, and he is a DJ, excpet he's not very good (except in his own head) and works on the primary school disco circuit. He works during the day at the Happy Time Agency (Dead Like Me reference!) He wears t-shirts saying "FCUK like a bunny" (hey, I'm quoting a t-shirt, thats all) and has two fish called Fat Boy and Slim. He also prunes Bonsai Trees, and is a little insecure about himself.
I like Dave, in a weird way. He's a little bit tragic.
Went to history, in which I was informed that being a Tolkien fan was useful for history, and proceeded to have a long natter about His Dark Materials with Dave the history teacher. (Who also laughed at my doodles. On David Howarth's foder. We had a long story about Henry VIII as a twenty first century plumber, his trailer trash second wife Anne Boleyn, and thier caravan castle in Abergavenny) I love history. I really do. If you can jump from a history degree into journalism, I plan on trying it.
Came home, ate too much shepards pie (but I was starving) and Mum and Dad are now at review night for college. Huzzah!
Tomorrow is fancy dress day. I have a hippy costume ready, since Mum found out the best pair of hippy shoes since time began. Mum occasionally amazes me by finding stuff like this. I'll freeze to death wearing them, but it's worth it!
In one last note, I have a rather bad icon which will be improved when I find the time. Somewhere, I missed Marriage Protection Week, and I feel so strongly about it, I was moved to bad iconage. I mean, really. Marriage wasn't even part of the Christian Church until the 1700's- it was considered a pagan practice and was used in civil ceremonies only. By that logic- why can't gay people have civil ceremonies, eh?
~Hathy_Col~
Firstly, magazine bloke is going to kill me. This is because I have lost my article, and have no desire to redo it in about an hour. Therefore, I have lied. Blatently. I have a corrupted file, don't you know. I have emailed him about it, and plan to spend tomorrow hiding behind someone every time I see Greg.
I have finished my crap, crap story for English Language, resisting the urge to start calling my main female lead Marie Suzanne. Fanfiction has warped my brain.
Um. Where was I?
Ah yes. Horrible morning warped into a nice day today. I was knackered after work, and collapsed pretty much straight into bed. I had a bizarre dream about being pregnant (by Elladan and Elrohir no less) and woke up with all of fifteen mins to go before I needed to leave the house. I hate going to college without showering.
So, I stumble onto the bus, and today, the bus driver was armed with an inspector, after all the trouble that he's had with people and lack of passes, including one of the uber-fuckwits, Peter Jones. The inspector said, quite fairly, that they couldn't get on unless they paid, and they all did, excpet for Peter Jones, who started ripping into the inspector. He does this on a regular basis to the driver. So, in one of the funniest moments of my entire life, the inspector shrugs, says "okay" and steps onto the bus, and the driver shuts the doors in Peter's face, leaving him standing at the bus stop as we all break down into hysterics. Life can be very sweet at times.
Key Skills partially ruined the day, but then it was off to the rest of my fun-filled (sorta) day, in which I hung out a lot in Toscana's with
flickerswitch and drank tea. Creative writing at lunch, and we had to make up a character. Meet Dave. Dave is 33, and he is a DJ, excpet he's not very good (except in his own head) and works on the primary school disco circuit. He works during the day at the Happy Time Agency (Dead Like Me reference!) He wears t-shirts saying "FCUK like a bunny" (hey, I'm quoting a t-shirt, thats all) and has two fish called Fat Boy and Slim. He also prunes Bonsai Trees, and is a little insecure about himself.
I like Dave, in a weird way. He's a little bit tragic.
Went to history, in which I was informed that being a Tolkien fan was useful for history, and proceeded to have a long natter about His Dark Materials with Dave the history teacher. (Who also laughed at my doodles. On David Howarth's foder. We had a long story about Henry VIII as a twenty first century plumber, his trailer trash second wife Anne Boleyn, and thier caravan castle in Abergavenny) I love history. I really do. If you can jump from a history degree into journalism, I plan on trying it.
Came home, ate too much shepards pie (but I was starving) and Mum and Dad are now at review night for college. Huzzah!
Tomorrow is fancy dress day. I have a hippy costume ready, since Mum found out the best pair of hippy shoes since time began. Mum occasionally amazes me by finding stuff like this. I'll freeze to death wearing them, but it's worth it!
In one last note, I have a rather bad icon which will be improved when I find the time. Somewhere, I missed Marriage Protection Week, and I feel so strongly about it, I was moved to bad iconage. I mean, really. Marriage wasn't even part of the Christian Church until the 1700's- it was considered a pagan practice and was used in civil ceremonies only. By that logic- why can't gay people have civil ceremonies, eh?
~Hathy_Col~
