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Jul. 1st, 2003 03:06 pmI have new pretty icons that I nabbed off
genrou_no_miko from
xmenevolution
Mmmm. Gambit. One day, I might even see him SPEAK. On the plus side, Girl!Nightcrawler is always a good thing.
I woke up, originally, at 8.00am, because Hellspawn began screaming in what sounding like sheer terror. Some strange sisterly instinct kicked in, and I dove out of bed and into her room. (Note to readers: Mother stayed downstairs drinking coffee, Dad was still in bed. I worry about my parents.)
She was having kittens over a SPIDER in her hair. I am horribly arachnophobic myself, but it was TINY. Head of pin size. I told her to shove her head in the sink and turn on the tap, that'd get rid of it, and stomped back to bed.
I woke up again ay 1.30pm. Dear god. Stumbed downstairs, got in shower, ate food, and now I've got dancing in less than an hour. Dancing yesterday was hell. Half past fucking seven I got out, came home, and ate two portions of lasagna and pretyy much the whole salad bowl. This time, I'm taking food with me.
And I also realised that the dress rehersal is on SATURDAY. Thats SATURDAY. I mean, ugh. Thats way, way too soon, we haven't finished the Miners Tap yet ("COLE NOT DOLE!" Dad is proud. All the supportive slogans I end up shouting are the genuine ones. Yay my working class, got-sacked-from-being-a-docker-so-hates-Thatcherism Dad), I still don't know all of Lullaby On Broadway...
And as for the ACTING... the kids are evil. I can't speak over them, it's ridiculous.
And now I will have to go. And all praise my groovy Nightcrawler icon. :~)
~Hathy_Col "LISA IS A MAN! A MAN, I TELL YOU!"~
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Mmmm. Gambit. One day, I might even see him SPEAK. On the plus side, Girl!Nightcrawler is always a good thing.
I woke up, originally, at 8.00am, because Hellspawn began screaming in what sounding like sheer terror. Some strange sisterly instinct kicked in, and I dove out of bed and into her room. (Note to readers: Mother stayed downstairs drinking coffee, Dad was still in bed. I worry about my parents.)
She was having kittens over a SPIDER in her hair. I am horribly arachnophobic myself, but it was TINY. Head of pin size. I told her to shove her head in the sink and turn on the tap, that'd get rid of it, and stomped back to bed.
I woke up again ay 1.30pm. Dear god. Stumbed downstairs, got in shower, ate food, and now I've got dancing in less than an hour. Dancing yesterday was hell. Half past fucking seven I got out, came home, and ate two portions of lasagna and pretyy much the whole salad bowl. This time, I'm taking food with me.
And I also realised that the dress rehersal is on SATURDAY. Thats SATURDAY. I mean, ugh. Thats way, way too soon, we haven't finished the Miners Tap yet ("COLE NOT DOLE!" Dad is proud. All the supportive slogans I end up shouting are the genuine ones. Yay my working class, got-sacked-from-being-a-docker-so-hates-Thatcherism Dad), I still don't know all of Lullaby On Broadway...
And as for the ACTING... the kids are evil. I can't speak over them, it's ridiculous.
And now I will have to go. And all praise my groovy Nightcrawler icon. :~)
~Hathy_Col "LISA IS A MAN! A MAN, I TELL YOU!"~