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Oct. 11th, 2003 08:50 pmWell, I'm back. Am unbanned. Veeeery nice.
Yesterdays college was such a laugh. We're actually getting to write a short story in English Language, and I'm disgustingly over-excited. And we finally got to watch Eyecatcher on the big screen at college. It deserves the italics, too, since now it's offical. Spontaneous clapping! Huzzah! We rock!
*coughs and deflates own head*
Actually went out last night, too. First port of call- Homebase. Damn place is taking over my life. However, I have indeed been paid, and felt bad for getting narky with the very nice and understanding Human Resources Manager, Joyce. Besides, £110 turning up in my bank puts me in an automatic good mood anyway. I feel rich!
And, as such, I went out on another night of high entertainment at the Comrades. Here is where I must apologise. All through Thursday, I thought "I have to text![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
playfullemming to ask her to come" and when did I remember again? About 8.30 on the Friday night. I am so sorry hun!
Comrades was fun, though. Very busy, which was unusual. I was there fairly early though, and nabbed a seat (alas, later lost in a drunken brawl with Monaghan, along the lines of "Mine!" "NO, MINE!" and me falling on the floor) and began the drinking. I started the night with the theory of "Get really, really smashed to the point of still being quite drunk by work tomorrow, and as such only let the hangover hit when I'd actually gone home from work. This plan went out of the window when I thought of the sheer pain I would be given from my parents upon drunken stagger home. So, I tried Plan B- "Get quite merrily tipsy by about nine, and sober up before arrival home." This plan worked marvellously. By eight o'clock (I arrived half an hour earlier) I was half way throuh my second vodka and orange and having an absolutely fantastic night, despite the fact that the first band took the slogan "Here's a chord. Here's another chord. And another. Go make a band" to heart. By the time the maybe fourth band was around, I was back onto normal drinks and bounced off my energy.
Now, here's the thing. I've never smoked dope, and I just don't have any real appeal to do so. If you do so, go for it, makes no difference to my life, etc. Thing is, though, I actually know suprisingly little about it, or, to be more precise, the munchies. As far as I know, alcohol doesn't make you hungry, it just makes you long for kebabs. So why, pray tell, was I absolutely bloody hungry all night, yet didn't have the slightest longing for a kebab? There were lots of people smoking it around me, could it have been them? Hmmm.
Anyway. Fantastic night, and went home feeling rather sober. Wahey!
Woke up in morning, swore in a general fashion to entire universe. Ugh. Training. On how to be like a fishmonger. *blinks* 'Cept I work in Homebase. "It's the fishology of The Homebase Way!"
Basically, we got a video on how absolutely wonderful the Seattle Fish Market was, and how we should aspire to be like them. This may be difficult, since we sell power tools, and not fish. It was a really random session, and I disliked it muchly, although at least I understand exactly why there are dish plastered around the staff room. I also giggled when I got to my till and say someone's doodle of "Bill And Bob The Homebase Cod." We did actually attempt to put some of the 'fun' aspects of the training into action, but it didn't work. At all. Gave up and went back to the way I usually work. "Do you have a Spend And Save card?" That's my job in a nutshell.
Came home. Tidied room. Had tea. Meant to do homework, but didn't. Will do it tomorrow, after/before going out. I'm going out to see Underworld, finally, but Megan is apparently going to see Finding Nemo at some point tomorrow. I am jealous, although I have actually bribred Mum into taking me- rather sad, I know, but it's cheaper, and it's so rare we find films we agree on!
Ho hum. I think this is about it. I'll go and watch Dead Like Me in a minute...
I do apologise for the quality of this post. It is rambly, and dull. More so than usual, anyway.
~Hathy_Col~
Yesterdays college was such a laugh. We're actually getting to write a short story in English Language, and I'm disgustingly over-excited. And we finally got to watch Eyecatcher on the big screen at college. It deserves the italics, too, since now it's offical. Spontaneous clapping! Huzzah! We rock!
*coughs and deflates own head*
Actually went out last night, too. First port of call- Homebase. Damn place is taking over my life. However, I have indeed been paid, and felt bad for getting narky with the very nice and understanding Human Resources Manager, Joyce. Besides, £110 turning up in my bank puts me in an automatic good mood anyway. I feel rich!
And, as such, I went out on another night of high entertainment at the Comrades. Here is where I must apologise. All through Thursday, I thought "I have to text
playfullemming to ask her to come" and when did I remember again? About 8.30 on the Friday night. I am so sorry hun!Comrades was fun, though. Very busy, which was unusual. I was there fairly early though, and nabbed a seat (alas, later lost in a drunken brawl with Monaghan, along the lines of "Mine!" "NO, MINE!" and me falling on the floor) and began the drinking. I started the night with the theory of "Get really, really smashed to the point of still being quite drunk by work tomorrow, and as such only let the hangover hit when I'd actually gone home from work. This plan went out of the window when I thought of the sheer pain I would be given from my parents upon drunken stagger home. So, I tried Plan B- "Get quite merrily tipsy by about nine, and sober up before arrival home." This plan worked marvellously. By eight o'clock (I arrived half an hour earlier) I was half way throuh my second vodka and orange and having an absolutely fantastic night, despite the fact that the first band took the slogan "Here's a chord. Here's another chord. And another. Go make a band" to heart. By the time the maybe fourth band was around, I was back onto normal drinks and bounced off my energy.
Now, here's the thing. I've never smoked dope, and I just don't have any real appeal to do so. If you do so, go for it, makes no difference to my life, etc. Thing is, though, I actually know suprisingly little about it, or, to be more precise, the munchies. As far as I know, alcohol doesn't make you hungry, it just makes you long for kebabs. So why, pray tell, was I absolutely bloody hungry all night, yet didn't have the slightest longing for a kebab? There were lots of people smoking it around me, could it have been them? Hmmm.
Anyway. Fantastic night, and went home feeling rather sober. Wahey!
Woke up in morning, swore in a general fashion to entire universe. Ugh. Training. On how to be like a fishmonger. *blinks* 'Cept I work in Homebase. "It's the fishology of The Homebase Way!"
Basically, we got a video on how absolutely wonderful the Seattle Fish Market was, and how we should aspire to be like them. This may be difficult, since we sell power tools, and not fish. It was a really random session, and I disliked it muchly, although at least I understand exactly why there are dish plastered around the staff room. I also giggled when I got to my till and say someone's doodle of "Bill And Bob The Homebase Cod." We did actually attempt to put some of the 'fun' aspects of the training into action, but it didn't work. At all. Gave up and went back to the way I usually work. "Do you have a Spend And Save card?" That's my job in a nutshell.
Came home. Tidied room. Had tea. Meant to do homework, but didn't. Will do it tomorrow, after/before going out. I'm going out to see Underworld, finally, but Megan is apparently going to see Finding Nemo at some point tomorrow. I am jealous, although I have actually bribred Mum into taking me- rather sad, I know, but it's cheaper, and it's so rare we find films we agree on!
Ho hum. I think this is about it. I'll go and watch Dead Like Me in a minute...
I do apologise for the quality of this post. It is rambly, and dull. More so than usual, anyway.
~Hathy_Col~
