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HAVE JUST APPLIED TO UNIVERSITY STOP FRIENDS DON'T HATE ME FIND ME FUNNY STOP POST WHEN NOT DOING ENGLISH STOP

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Now, whilst I resent doing my English homework for the second time, I also accept it was due on Friday and it's my own bloody fault for not having done it. Meh. I'll take the consequences. ('Present the script of an audio-tape guide for visitors at the T-Rex exhibit.' Oookay.)

So, slept very well on Saturday evening and woke up on Sunday after twelve glorious hours. Hangover had mostly gone away, despite some lingering headaches mocking me cruelly. I proceeded to go to training, which was fun. I'm horribly out of practice, though - I can't describe how much pain I'm in right now. There's a big bruise on my back, one of my stomach, back of the legs are aching and my hands are wrecked. Heh. I am horribly out of pratice as mentioned - how rubbish am I? It's embarrassing. Despite my general crappiness, I seem to have been promoted. Sort of. The Dragon Militia are no more, are now Phoenixes and have to wear blue phoenixes. I wouldn't have given in over the colour, but... well... Fi had already made black tabbards and I'm not a naturally cruel person. Rob is now my bitch erm filing monkey Sargeant, so I am the solo knight. Or indeed, knyghte. (Pronounce every syllable, it's my new favourite word.) We even test-drove the tabbards with all the belts I could scrounge from home, which resulted in me wearing my black thing, Daryl in my green wrap around and Rob in the rainbow belt.

Looked rather effective, actually.

I had to go to a driving lesson in the middle, which was less fun. God, my driving instructor hates me. Fortunately, I will never see him again. I made up a lie along the lines of "I can't afford any more lessons!" so he said that there was no point in finishing the course I'm currently on because I'm so used to my Dad's car now. Woohoo! Should have got the money back for the one lesson, obviously, but I lied that spectacularly (I hate letting people down just cos I don't like them) that I basically faintly offered to come back in January, so I didn't get the money. Ah, crap. Fairly obviously I paid the money back to my mum as I'm not that cruel. Except for the fact I'm soon to take £36 off her as she offered to pay for my college trips and UCAS - £21 for the history and £15 for UCAS.

Anyhoo. Evening consisted of Clare coming around and I sincerely hope she got home okay. We watched Shrek 2, which was great, and she regaled me with tales of Just What I Said on Friday night. Apparently Emily read a text message too. *facepalm* I couldn't WRITE for crying out loud... this is why I'm jumping on the wagon. I had much more fun laughing at other people.

Today has been a long day. People have been laughing at me ("You nearly fell in the pond! Twice!") and apparently I'm a very violent drunk. Ack. That's why I do feel ashamed of myself. And yes, I was carried up the road. Oh, the shame. I have also done no work, but I have Officially Applied To University. I had to close my eyes to click the button out of fear. I wonder when I start getting offers back? Hmmm.

And now it is lunchtime and the dinosaurs are done. To English! *facepalm*

~Hathy_Col, Who Appreciates All Of Her Posts Have Been Boring Thus Far For Which She Apologies~

P.S Why does the computer lab smell of curry? *curious*

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If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else. This is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).

Well, why not, I say.

Literary Pursuits (Louis/Armand, Interview With The Vampire)

The British Library had been pleased to open their doors to the two late night gentlemen with their shining eyes and more importantly shining gold. However, the draconian librarian had insisted that no open flames - "candles and suchlike" - were taken near her precious tomes.

Between Worlds (Legolas/OFC ARGH Legolas/Elrohir LOTR)

“You don’t seem to be rushing to give Gimli a big hug,” I pointed out. He chuckled quietly.

“Aye, but the dwarf I think is not so attractive,” he replied.

The Project (working title) (Sirius/Remus, Severus/Rosier, Harry Potter)

Sirius strode across the room, nonchalantly throwing the letter into the fire as he went. Remus sighed. Not that werewolves had any special prowess for Divination, but he had a feeling it was going to be One Of Those Weeks.

Untitled Vampire Porn (Van Helsing, y'all)

He gave the girl an appraising glance. She was lying on the bed fast asleep; unaware of the creature perched on her balcony. It was a hot summer in Budapest and the window was wide open, allowing the curtains to billow in the light breeze. He appreciated classical touches like that.

Tuilenn's Tale Chapter Five

“Good morning?” he suggested.

“You do not amuse me!”

“I did last night.”

Tuilenn groaned.

I have no more to say. I really need to start writing again.

~Hathy_Col~