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I went to bed last night with the glorious feeling of "Mmm, I can sleep in tomorrow".

Then I thought "Oh CRAP, tomorrow's a Sunday!"

So I rolled out of bed this morning, watched The Toad, The Witch And The Wardrobe making funny squeaking noises as I did so ("GambitWandaPyroMagnetoBAMF!ColossusToadKURT!") and eventually came downstairs at about 9.30.

For no apparant reason, after breakfast, I buggared off up Gorse Hill and stayed there, reading until about 2.00pm. Mucho fun.

Came home for food, and now I'm here, having a hysterical MSN conversation to loneraven. Mmm. Fangirly day approaches again, methinks.

~Hathy_Col~

Leavers Do

Oh, god.

I was LOOKING FORWARD to my Leavers Do, until my mother bloody phoned up the bloody organiser and has signed herself up to help on the night. So far, it's Jess', mine and ANDREWS mum all helping out. Thats three from my group alone.

And apparently Her From Over The Road is sticking her oar in.

Suddenly I find myself less excited about Friday. Even though I'm going to go and book a hair appointment tomorrow. I feel sorry for the poor hairdresser. I really do. I have thick, curly hair, that has been cut VERY short for practical reasons, but I've got a dance show, so I have to leave it to grow for shows. I've found a potential hairstyle (I'm not looking at girly magazines! I'm not! It's a sci-fi mag!... oh, who am I kidding?) but... argle.

If they mess up my hair I'll beat them around the face with a haddock.

And if I mother embaresses me, I'll get off with Lorna, right in front of her, just to spite her. It'll really embaress HER.

I'll go and try and be positive now..

~Hathy-Col~