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Nov. 6th, 2003 07:45 pmHmmmm.

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Stereotype, and visit mutedfaith.com.
Thank you to all the lovely people who offered to proof-read my English homework:
mettanna
flickerswitch
loneraven and
purplerainbow. I will be sending it along on Saturday, as in when I write the damned thing.
Today was fun in college, and I got all excited going home because I was going to pick up my photos! Ha. Foolish hope.
Firstly, I had some camera trauma anyway, and had no photos from all of Saturday, but I dealt with it. And then they said "Look, a whole roll of film didn't come out," and it turns out I frelled up Sunday's camera film too. Ooops. A quick scan through the photos informed me that I still had a lovely set of cocktail party ones though, so off I toddled, and took a look through my Switzerland ones.
Or not.
I got someone else's lovely roll of films from Spain, it would see. I Was Not Amused, so off I went back to Max Spielman, in the growing dark, to ask WTF was up. They took the film back, my details and details of the film and promised to call back if they turned up. Gah.
But the photos are here. There is a photo of DEATH which looks pretty damn cool if I say so myself- there's a mirror of to one side, which makes DEATH look quite spooky. There's also some lovely cocktail party stuff. I am happy, and I will scan the lot in as soon as a. my scanner works or b. I do the lot on Monday. Either is good.
I still tend to go off on one slightly about the convention. Current favourite is that Chirs Moyles keeps on playing the music from the Expo vid from the convention, which just makes me all me all squeey.
So that was my day. I have now finished my history essay (oh,
pinkfluffyllama: Darnley had a tenuous link to the throne, but he wasn't 'official' and as such didn't count, and he was a cousin to Elizabeth, but so was Mary with more of a 'royal' link.) and now I will go and watch my tape of Evo. Wheeee!
And am making appointment for the doctors on Monday for a Tuesday booking. Face whirling out of control, two layers of make-up this morning and espite vigorous cleanliness efforts and whatnot, it's not working and they've suddenly gone on to overtime now I've hit 16. I Am Again Not Amused. THIS SHOULDN'T BE HAPPENING!
My doctor tends to be adverse to giving out medicinal treatment of any kind, but I have come to the conclusion that I will pester, harass and demand a second opinion should he refuse to treat me.
Damned hormones...
~Hathy_Col~

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Thank you to all the lovely people who offered to proof-read my English homework:
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Today was fun in college, and I got all excited going home because I was going to pick up my photos! Ha. Foolish hope.
Firstly, I had some camera trauma anyway, and had no photos from all of Saturday, but I dealt with it. And then they said "Look, a whole roll of film didn't come out," and it turns out I frelled up Sunday's camera film too. Ooops. A quick scan through the photos informed me that I still had a lovely set of cocktail party ones though, so off I toddled, and took a look through my Switzerland ones.
Or not.
I got someone else's lovely roll of films from Spain, it would see. I Was Not Amused, so off I went back to Max Spielman, in the growing dark, to ask WTF was up. They took the film back, my details and details of the film and promised to call back if they turned up. Gah.
But the photos are here. There is a photo of DEATH which looks pretty damn cool if I say so myself- there's a mirror of to one side, which makes DEATH look quite spooky. There's also some lovely cocktail party stuff. I am happy, and I will scan the lot in as soon as a. my scanner works or b. I do the lot on Monday. Either is good.
I still tend to go off on one slightly about the convention. Current favourite is that Chirs Moyles keeps on playing the music from the Expo vid from the convention, which just makes me all me all squeey.
So that was my day. I have now finished my history essay (oh,
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And am making appointment for the doctors on Monday for a Tuesday booking. Face whirling out of control, two layers of make-up this morning and espite vigorous cleanliness efforts and whatnot, it's not working and they've suddenly gone on to overtime now I've hit 16. I Am Again Not Amused. THIS SHOULDN'T BE HAPPENING!
My doctor tends to be adverse to giving out medicinal treatment of any kind, but I have come to the conclusion that I will pester, harass and demand a second opinion should he refuse to treat me.
Damned hormones...
~Hathy_Col~