Reach out and touch faith...

Colleen Show Fanfiction.

I'm probably going to go hell for this or something. This is not good, and the fic is appalling. All that said, it really is the first of it's kind, completing a personal tendancy for this. I wrote the first and only Maglor/Elros. I was THE first writer to write Carter/Quinn and I have ff.net records to show it. And now I've written the first Colleen Show fanfiction EVER. Word of warning - it won't make sense if you actually know The Collen Show, so all of you who are confused by this fandom are advised to keep a distance. I will take no responsibility for fried brains.

Anyway, today I have been revising - politics and ha;f my English done. Now I'm going to complete my media if it kills me. I am determined to get this revision done while I still can.

Alas, I have nothing else interesting to say. Tomorrow I'm off to lilka's New Years Bash, despite not really knowing any details. Yay and suchforth. I think Mum's just glad to get me out the house.

By the way, Marilyn Mansons 'Lest We Forget?' Teenage Teh Gawth type stuff though it is, it's really rather fantastically angry. And I quite like his version of Personal Jesus. So does my random button on media player - it's been played 3 times in twenty minutes.

~Hathy_Col~

Bah.

I am not having a Good Evening.

My sister has managed to get something onto the computer - it's coming up with handy-dandy search links, in the favourites and also on the desktop. We've had this before and I delete them as quickly as possible. Can't find the bastards this time. As such, my computer is being a fuckwit, and yes, it IS her fault. Was the problem there while I was online? No. Was the problem there when she switched on the comptuer for her alloted time? No. Was the problem there when I got in? Yes. Ergo, HER fault.

Secondly, she is Seeing a boy called Tim. I know this because I am a bad, bad person and read the messages on her phone, all of which were from Tim and ended in "LOVE YA LOTS!!!!! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxxxx" and the sent items said roughly the same thing except from her to him. And also a terribly fearful and horrible message along the lines of "du u wnt 2 gt of wn we gt tgthr?" In translation, this is "Do you want to get off when we get together?"

FACT: Megan was out last night. At Helens.
FACT: Megan is frankly, a dirty slob of a 14 year old and rarely brushes her teeh.
FACT: Megan came home this morning ESPECIALLY to clean her teeth.
FACT: Colleen's brain go 'splode.

Now, I appreicate that reading her messages is a terrible and horrible invasion of privacy, but really, if she just leaves her phone there then she was ASKING for it.

ARGHARGHARGH THIS IS JUST WRONG.

I think I need a hug, possibly.

Oh, and am going out tomorrow night but not enitirely sure where it is I'm sleeping. Possibly in Ron at the way it's going.

Hannah says:
we'll pick you up some time around half eight, I think
Hannah says:
and under no circumstances are we to let you navigate
Hannah says:
no offence

That says all you need to know.

~Hathy_Col~