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I'm alive. I got shoved upstairs at 8.30pm and there I stayed, only coming down for food and cups of tea. It wasn't too bad- they kept away from me, and I caught up on american Gothic. God, I love that show. For the first episode I was in floods of tears NOT over the tragic Dr Matt backstory but actually over the dog dying. "His wife was going to leave him anyway. Whatever..." "NOOOO! The dogs dead! *wail weep moan*"

My priorities are whacked.

I then wrote a fair bit (for me) and as I tried to sleep, all I could hear was Bring It On to the loudness point of actually being able to follow the point in crystal clear quality despite putting my pillow over my head. (I value my sleep) Dad went down and told them to shut up. They did, I slept happily for the rest of the night, atlhough I'm informed that they were in the garden at 5.30am. I shoulda heard them, but... pleh. I was sleeping.

They ran away this morning, I went to dance and did nothing and then I went to get my ears pierced.

(I'd like to apologise for the excessive use of graphic details that will now follow. Readers of a fragile disposition should get a paper bag)

What I wanted was simple- I have two piercings on one side, and one on the other. I wanted it to be evened out to three on either side. So, I sat down and started to get nervous since am Not Good with pain of any description. Mum informing me to "take deep breathes" while cackling with laughter doesn't help at all. I would have been fine if it wasn't for her...

Anyway, first piercing was fine, albeit painful. (I have the WEIRDEST tendancy to flick my legs out when in pain). However, second time on the same ear, the gun got stuck. I was veyr well-behaved and didn't swear once, although through my mind I was swearing like a sailor and playing "What Would Legolas Do?" to the woman actually doing the piercing. Actually got the piercing through FINALLY and then it was the next ear. I was ready to run away by that point, but noooooo.

A little 8 year old came through the door at the same time I did, looking really nervous as her m um was telling her "Oh, look! That girl is getting it done too! See, it's not hurting her!"

So instead, I sat there and comfortingly told her that "Oh, it doesn't hurt, see? I've had lots done!" and let me have yet another piercing.

So now it's done. And I left the place in a sincere amount of pain but with a big dopey grin on my face so as not to frighten afore-mentioned 8 year old.

Aren't I noble? *laughs at self*

Anyway, now it hurts like fuck and this is after taking two painkillers. I'm going to have a miserable night's sleeping, and I have to wear manky gold earrings for months but... oh well. I will be a skiny new person for college, and thats the point.

I'm just in the process of going No Mail on my groups since I might not get Net access for a while. :~( I'll miss LJ something chronic...

Actually, I still need to pack. Oops.

I'll go and eat tea, start packing and treat my ears tenderly. I'm such a wuss.

~Hathy_Col~

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I had my night planned, really. I was going to watch that Star Trek thingie, and veg out online.

Instead, I watched The Lost World whilst sewing up the hemline on my new pants. (damn my shortness!)

Then, after someone mentioning lil Elijah Wood in Deep Impact, I thought "what the heck" and watched the first hour. I was completely and utterly hooked within about three minutes, and when I got thrown out of the living room as Mum was watching Big Brother, I toddled upstairs, ignored the Star Trek stuff and watched Deep Impact.

*sob wail moan*

My eyes still hurt from crying. How tragic was THAT? It's been aaaaaagggeeeessss since I actually broke down and cried at the TV, and it was when she had to leave her parents (what, you want her name?) and after that it just got progressively worse.

And Elijah Wood was about 12 in it. Still, if he was 18 when he made LOTR (he was supposed to be 50! Or look 33!) it doesn't really count but oiy.

And, as always when I break down and cry, I'm really really hungry now.

I've also not packed, not got Sarah's mum her flowers yet, not got any money out of the bank and nor have I brought Megan a birthday present yet. Instead, I'm telling the entire world (friends list, anyway) that I cried like a girl over Deep Impact. Yes, I realise I am a geek.

Uh oh. Dad's here and mocking my ears. Shame on him. They're not THAT red...

~Hathy_Col~