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So, after my intellectual evening of X-Factor, I went to bed. I have come to the conclusion I sleep far too much, but there we are.

Woke up at about 10.30 to text Enid about training, generally expecting that I'd have to be there for what, 12.00? OH no, turned out I had to be there for 11. Panicked but actually made it for about 11.15, which is admirable. I did not, however have time to put my contact lenses in. Shame. Not.

So, off I trundled to training. Again, warband of two but I actually did some leadership. I'm still crap, but hell, we won whilst in the woods so it's all good. In preparation for the show we've got something approaching a backstory between me and Rob now; yay! I'm not very good tactically, but I am very good at shouting a lot. I also rather like using a spear with a shield; I didn't at first but now it's kinda fun having the major advantage. We spent hours in the Pads, training up the oodles of newbies (all of whom are called Adam, it seems) and generally having a good training session. However, managed to get thwacked by a rather impressive Julia to the nose, in which I panicked about my piercing. Then in the huge practice type thing I got a spear to the face from Claire, which hurt quite a lot and now I have a somewhat painful bruise on my cheek. The third time was right between the eyes and I'm not sure who it was from, but I basically just bellowed "FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" and rambled off the battlefield. Ouchouchouch. Hurt like crap and I swore a lot in between attempting not to be girly and cry. As I was due to leave in about 15 minutes away I made my apologies and left in search of painkillers becuase my head hurt more than it should have done. On the birght side, the paracetamol made the pain go away. I'm just glad I took my glasses off beforehand...

So, yes. Training was fun, apart from the lack of hammer_strike, the scaryness of Darryl and helonlegs and the fact I know have a fairly embarrassing set of bruises on my face. Really rather painful between the eyes to the extent that my facial features are slightly... slow today.

With this attractive viewpoint in mind, off I went to meet Clare afterwards in Liverpool. It was freezing but I actually made it home by nine. Le gasp!

So, this morning was Monday and I have to leave the house by 7.50. Megan was in the shower this morning, which is fine, but she didn't get out until 7.30. I swore quite violently at her, and I'm still amazed I actually made it to the bus-stop on time.

I need to go shopping tonight, but I can't. Have a driving lesson. Em, you know for Saturday? Well, is it a sort of smart-casual do or a smart-smart type of thing? Don't want to look too out of place...

That is all. I am at college and I need to do my homework. As always.

~Hathy_Col~

I see you baby! Shaking that ass!

I'm ashamed to admit that I have just spent the last three minutes grooving around my dining room.

*facepalm* Sincerely hope no one was watching. I will lie and claim it was the radio doing the offkey singing.

I'm just in a very bubbly mood. I think it's because my driving lesson has been cancelled and that always makes life a good time. I spent the remainder of the day at college bopping around as usual, and having two memorable conversations. Both involved flickerswitch. The first was quietly sitting in the computer lab, when a lad from my bus sat down next to me. He's a bit of a Harry Potter fanboy (bless him!) and we had a fairly involved conversation regarding Collectormania and whatnot. He declared he was coming with me next time, and Liz warned him he'd end up staying in the hotel room with three girls, one of whom was me. He looked shifty.

He left a little while later, and Liz elbowed me. "Does he know you're gay?"

"I dunno. Most people on the bus do..."

"Because I would so say he's hitting on you."

?! I seem to be giving off straight vibes, and this is worrying. I have a bad feeling Matt Gregory is gently flirting as well, and I'm scared. Poor, poor men. I wonder if "My girlfriend will beat you to death with a frying pan?" is a good send off? (According to Iona, today is National Coming Out Day. Huh.)

The next scary conversation involved brazillian waxes and bald eagles. Neargh.

Also had a meeting for the USA trip. Yep, I'm still looking forward to it. I am not looking to having to be there disgustingly early, however. And also I will have to remove all jewellery for the scans. Do they know how long a job that is?

Came home. Went shopping as New Look was having A Sale. I am now the proud owner of a black top which was cheap, can be combined with posh trousers for posh events (right now, I'm thinking Saturday) and jeans for the pub. Yay me.

I'm going to go and listen to SBPALOUD. Because I can. But I can't dance to it.

~Hathy_Col~