Back again.

I'm a little annoyed at being usurped from my rightful place as Queen Of The Computer. Megan has spent six hours on it today. I nearly panicked and was also proud of my restraint at not beating her to death dragging her off.

Anyway, I am now here and lots of stuff seems to have happened on my absence - much love to loneraven, moralanqua and elfnut.

Oh, I love this song. *dances to The Thrills*

Anyway! Real post!

On Monday, I woke up very early. I ate a full and balanced breakfast. Well, beans on toast. I prepared everything, it all fitted in my bag nicely, flagpole and stool under one arm and sleeping bag slung under the other. Announced I was leaving, and Mum took one look at me.

"Colleen, you are not walking through Ormskirk looking like that."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because if you fall over backwards you will just kick there like a tortoise for several hours."
"Eh?"
"Simon, go and start the car."

So I got a lift with Dad to the station. This was oddly fun - Radio 1 were having a request day which basically meant we went through Ormskirk with both the windows open and Motorhead's "The Ace Of Spades" as loud as we could get it. I went into the station and I could still hear it as he drove away. Ah, I do get on with my Dad. It's nice. I think it's also because the widening hole growing between Megan and the rest of the family. She is just the stereotypical 14 year old. At that age, Mum was nagging at me to get out more as I was reading too much. Silly mother, especially now she's complaining that I'm going out too much. *boggles*

ANYWAY.

Was on the train by myself (bleugh, Preston train) and met Rob. We then down the proverbial rabbit hole. I actually don't know where I've been. No, really. He has an absolutely lovely but somewhat distant house with lots of land, and more importantly a dog that I am stealing, ditto with the kitten and I'm eating the peacock. The rest of the BSU were there when I turned up, so we began doing tenty things. It was somewhat chaotic, but very enjoyable. Even though the rain didn't help. And then we did... what did we do? We did a lot of stuff. Nothing really stands out, except throwing many sticks for the dog. It really doesn't get bored after hours and hours of the same game. He was lovely, though. After eating, we played a game called Rubber Ducky - lost miserably, but I enjoyed running around shouting "PIGGEH!" at people. (Look, don't ask. Please, don't.) When it got completely dark, and we snacked on the bestest gingerbread ever (*hearts balthaser*) wre got split into teams. One had to defend the base. One had to try and steal the flag. I was on the stealing team. Our tactics were simply thus; those of us who were most visible, out we were thrown to distract. The others lay in the grass for forty-five minutes while we did this. We were originally nice and stealthy, but I swiftly got bored of this and started to whistle. Then me and Peter fought for a bit. And then I started to try and mess with their heads. Then I gave up anbd started to sing and dance. Dan killed me eventually. This may have been due to my rendition of "I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing."

Anyway.

We then sat around the fire and we talked and talked and talked and talked. God, where we geeky. Revelled in my superior knowldge of Atlantis ("It's really good!") and then we talked about Robert Rankin, sang the Detritus policing song. Can't remember all of it off the top of my head, but this does stick out. Ah, to be a troll. Not the tviokh type.

"Sound off!"
"One, two!"
"Sound off!"
"Many, lots!"
"Sound off!"
"Er, what?"

We talked some more. Then it got cold, so I went to bed. This turned into a eries of being half asleep/half awake. I woke up at 4am with a jolt, realising I was shaking quite violently and that I really needed to pee. Wandered out. Grunted at people and sat in front of the fire. Ventured to the chemical loo. Let me explain this. We had a chemical toilet for the evenings. We had to hide this behind a windbreaker, meaning that lots of crouching was involved. This all would have been okay, were it not for the fact that Dan deigned to shine torch on me. I was so incoherant that I didn't realise until the morning.

Speaking of, I, for the first time, woke up and referred to everyone as "Good morning, you chirpy freaks." I had a bad night. I went to bed, froze to death, had two jumpers on, and Enid never actually went to bed, so no bodyheat in the tent, and people kept on making early morning noise.

So I woke up and made eggybread. Then there was a quest to the village shop - two miles away - and we came back with the nicest ice cream in all of existance. Yay Chris for buying them. But really, they were absolutely exquisite, and my tongue piercing makes funny little grooves in it. This really amused me.

But, all too soon, I had to go home. The bus was leaving at 1.57, and McSimon was coming with me. So we sat there for an hour and forty minutes. An entertaining hour and forty minutes - many things were discussed - but the bus just didn't show. Like, at all. So we got a lift to the train station and rode it for free. Ph3ar 4 I am TEH REBEL.

And then I went home. Quick shower to wash the smoke out of my hair, and then I had the worst work shift ever. It was Not Fun, as I gradually became aware that my face was in fact growing warmer. Once again, I was sunburnt.

Came home. Discovered that driving lesson was now at 10.15, so I fell into bed and stayed there for 11 hours. Would have slept for more, given half the chance.

Oh, I can't describe how much I'm growing to loathe driving. I dislike not being good at stuff, and it's all just hard work. I hate stalling. I hate bloody right hand turns.

ARGH!

I've already mentioned Megan's six hours on the computer. Grrrr. I went out, did the weekly shopping, came home, cleaned my room, spoke to flickerswitch for an hour (oh, she's going to love her present!), sorted out my college stuff, now have something resembling an essay plan, prepared tea and she was still on it.

Argle. And stop hissing "Hypocrite!" behind my shoulder.

Tomorrow I plan on actually doing aforementioned essay. I find it deeply disturbing, personally, but, well, back to college in a week. A very small part of me is looking forward to it again. And I can't believe I've now been going there for a year. I remember my first day. Warm enough to stroll through the park is a strappy little top and jeans at 7.50am. How weird. I don't doubt that I'll be armed with an umbrella this time. I will, however, have a prettily decorated new folder.

Busy few days ahead of me, actually. Out to see Hellboy tomorrow, Friday is Liz's 18th birthday bash and Saturday is Katie's birthday thingie too. Both involve the pub.

Oh, this will hurt. But fun. In a good way. I hope.

How on earth am I shattered again? I only woke up about 13 hours ago! Bad metabolism!

~Hathy_Col~