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Today, I had a job interview. Slightly head-trippy more than anything else, and they'll phone back today or tomorrow with the news...

Which leads me neatly onto dancing. We got the dancing timetable through the door today. (As well as shipperkitten's postcard) Saturday morning's and afternoons, I don't bloody think so. So that's that. I told the people are Homebase I'm free all day Saturday, and if they want me to work in the mornings, then I will work in the mornings and forsake dancing. I can't do evening work on top of college, otherwise it will be a very dead Colleen. So... that's it.

I Am Not A Dancer anymore, unless Homebase decide they don't want me. This is scary. Plus, I need to find exericse somewhere else. College ahoy. Freshers Fair on Thursday, I'll get it sorted then. But it'll save a LOT of money every term, especially since Megan's classed as a senior now and everything, and we really do need the cash. But... I loved dancing. I really did. And there were a lot of aspcts I hated, but there were a lot I loved.

Now I'm all confused. I knew I was going to give it up at college, it was pretty much pre-ordined forever...

Oh dear.

~Hathy_Col~

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As some of you lot may have gathered, there is going to be a mass Red Dwarf weekened at shipperkitten's house, and I too will be toddling along, presuming a. I haven't got the Homebase date wrong and I'm actually working on Saturday, b. I don't get masses of homework and other stuff, c. I can actually find shipperkitten's house. I am notoriously bad at directions, and may need to meet someone on the train. Which in itself will be a trek, being the only one here on the Ormskirk-Liverpool line. However, it looks oodles of fun, and if we're bringing our own junk food, the more the better. Dibs on being Malteser girl.

No phone call from Homebase. Yet. Looks like I'm staying in tomorrow. At least until they phone. Then I have to go and post a parcel for Dot's new daughter, who hasn't been born yet, but it due very soon- a couple of weeks at bost, I think. Chloe. It's quite pretty. And the baby clothes are so small it's sickening. My head isn't that big!

And I have to do my homework tomorrow- politics, I think, won't be too bad, but media studies is dire in that it's so OBSCURE. The reference book was fun, though. I had oodles (new word!) of fun looking up Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley and Miranda Otto in the Who's Who of films...

Hmmmm. Bored, now. And coming to terms with the dancing. I am notoriously bad at making decisions. This little voice in my head just starting screaming "No more wing steps! No more TAP!! No more stretching! No more crap music! Wheeeeeee!" and now I am happy again. Plus the imminent Red Dwarf Weekend is also giving me a stupid smile.

One last thing- flickerswitch, what did you think of Winstanley?

~Hathy_Col~