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This is... scary. And behind cut-tags, because it's rather disturbing whatever way you look at it:

( A hobbit fetish? )

See? Worrying.

I shouldn't be doing this right now. I'm actually doing my politics homework on another window. (Yes, I'm back at school if I'm doing RL stuff and SF stuff at the same time) AND I still have to do my Media Studies stuff, I'm waiting for a phone call from Homebase so I can't leave the house. Which I need to do. I need to go and put money in the bank, so that I can go and see Muse with playfulllemming *dances*. And I need to buy food for tea, otherwise will have irate and hungry family.

Ho hum.

I've been up since 9.30 today. I feel rather proud, in a strange way. And kind of tired. I managed to get The Other Wind out of the library the other day, due to my deep-seated love of Earthsea, and I'm going to get the other four read again before I start. Hence the fact I read A Wizard Of Earthsea and The Tombs Of Atuan before I conked out last night. And I'm hungry now, too.

Why am I boring you with all of this? I don't know, other than Andrew will moan if I don't put up a post fairly regularly. He reads this. I'm not sure why, but there you are.

~Hathy_Col~

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Good news: Homebase love me. I will be working on a Tuesday and a Saturday.

Really, really crappy news: My induction day is, apparently, THIS Saturday. Red Dwarf Day. Until 5.30. So... I hope I can still come, but it depends on the timing. I'll still be in Southport at 5.30... so really all depends on the timing. Frell, I believe is the word.

Anyway. Wooooo! Money! I got me a job! (I quoted from Andrew)

Andrew is here, and at my house. And is doing my media stuides homework for me. Good boy!

I'll go now.

~Hathy_Col~

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I had a really good session with my therapist today...

Well, actually, that's a lie on so many levels it's scary. I do not have a therapist, for a start. That there sentance is the sole responsibility of Andrew, and also www.teenopendiary.com

I know, I know. I'm probably going to go to hell for laughing at other people's journals and their emotional pain, but... gods. Was very funny. And so he asked me to put that as my first line. And so I did.

Well, I've officially given up dancing now. Down the phone, don't you know. After minor terror over telling scary Anne about giving up (anyone ever read my fic Impact? No? Well, go and read it. She gets a cameo in it.) I told her. She was suprisingly okay about it, which rather confirmed my suspicion that it was me at the back holding everyone up. I will go, and give a thank you card, and I will go to all the shows, but I feel free now. Wheeeeee!

So, back to college properly tomorrow. Oh, yay. I have done (most) of my homework, bar politics, which doesn't need to be in until Monday. (thanks be to Jess, who knew all the questions I didn't) I have ironed my jeans. I have not picked anything vaguely to do with Enrichment (the Fresher's Fair is tomorrow. I will pick then). I also have yet to pack my bag. I blame this all on Robert Rankin, who is a bit like Terry Pratchett, but seems to have less of a grip on Earth, despite writing about the thing. I feel I may have a new reading addiction, like I need another one.

Also on the agenda tomorrow is getting money out of the bank, while leaving enough in for Muse tickets, buying Katie's birthday present (everything in my life has all seemed to converge on Saturday. Help) and coming home from college. Presuming anything is open. Yes, my life is getting hectic again. Happy joy! Not.

And I really don't think I'll be able to come to the Red Dwarf Weekend. *wails* Won't get home until about 6, need to shower etc, so say I'm ready at seven, then it's probably still too late. *wails*

And now I will go, and pack my bag. Oh, yay.

~Hathy_Col~