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So, instead of being sunburnt I smell like grass. Grass that has been mashed up, ripped apart and then boiled not once, not twice but five times before being splooshed all over some cloth.

Oiy.

So, I went to training again today. I was a little bit late because I slept in and would have slept longer if Enid hadn't texted me. Bleh. We were all put to work fairly swiftly; a lot needed doing and I found myself merrily ripping up grass for the purpose of dying cloth. We have to be authentic, apparently. So we have to use Ye Olde dye. Except, of course, we succeeded in making the cloth damp and nothing else. GAH! I should look on the bright side; this means I didn't have to rawhide. *shudders*

In between doing craft-y things (rather girly things at that...) I actually got to use a steel sword. Squee! So much fun! I'm entirely rubbish and I accept this, but it was fun. Apparently I'm relatively safe with them too. This may just be because Dan likes being able to kill me. Anyway.

Now I am home. And vaguely hungry. I'd have a cup of tea, but the smell reminds me of grass and makes me want to break something.

My wrist is oddly painful. Jokes on a postcard, please.

BALLS! Just remembered I forgot to book my driving lesson. Will someone hit my with a stick if I forget tomorrow, please?

Mum just came in and spotted my browsing through bmezine.com. I don't think she's ever freaked out so much. You'd think I was looking at porn or something. (It's a well-established pattern I prefer reading it, anyway.) I think it was because I was looking at a star navel project whilst going "Hmmm..." Ah well. To be frank, I won't get anymore piercings until I go to university anyway. So there we are. Her concern is quite sweet; nevertheless, I am legally old enough for piercings so frankly there's very little she can do about it. So nyeh!

~Hathy_Col~

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Having just applied to sorting_elite I'm ashamed to say that I'm actually a little nervous to see my reaction. Fear of rejection? Oh well.

Actually, bigger fear... bollocks! I'm being sorted in Gryffindor! Although a few comments are along the lines of "Well, you'd be a good Hufflepuff, BUT..."

How bizarre. I never imagined myself as a Gryffindor. Well, we'll see how I get judged later on. This is despite me stating "Well, I don't think I'd be a very good Gryffindor..."

Hope this doesn't mean I have to change that badge I sewed on my bag. *grins*

EDIT: Am vaguely growing to like the idea of being a Gryffindor. No one's put me as a Slyth, so it's all good so far...

~Hathy_Col~