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she wants to hear she's beautiful
Aug. 29th, 2005 03:18 pmNew Orleans has, apparently, been destroyed or at least battered. My initial thought was "Oh, god, the apocolypse is nigh" and then my second thought was "What has Lestat done now?" I've never been to New Orleans. I'd like to, one day. It's a little chilling, storms like this. Although my knowledge of it was my mum declaring "There's a hurricane coming!" as I rolled down the stairs, which led to me blinking and staring. "What, here?"
Sorry, I'm just delightfully unaware of the rest of the world at the moment. I went to bed for eleven hours on Saturday night, conking out at 9.30 and working up at 10.30, which basically means I was just on time for training again. Training, as a side note, was good fun. Dan probably now despises me as I am the Bossy Bitch, but really, it all needed doing. The Phoenixes and Gryphons are becoming much more balanced, and hell, I even have a squire now - Alli, who is Julia's little sister and was quite scary once we'd trained her up and shoved her in a melee. It's sink or swim, and most people swim in such situations. As such, training was a success, even if it was a little sad - people are leaving left right and centre due to university, and it's sad. Alas. My last ever training will be next week, and now I'm all scared about university again. I am going to start making lists as to what needs to done. Proper lists.
Hum, that was a very strange metaphor. I'm a little brain-dead today, what with the fact I got out of bed at 1.30pm and wandered around blindly for ages. I am bloody covered in bruises again, which means that work will think I'm even stranger than they already do. Speaking of work, it's a Monday and I'm not there. This is a rather fabulous thing, I have to say, and also a good thing, as my eyes are going a little blurry just from looking at the computer screen. I should stop going out so late, but really, I don't want to. I slept through the hangover, though, which is good and non-painful. I was far too drunk again last night, though, and too many people were there, which worries me a little now that it is the morning.
Still. Never mind. Ce sera, etc.
Radio 1 is having a ten-hour takeover and playing ANY request they've been given. I am unashamedly dancing to Backstreet's Back and wondering why I still know all the words. Speaking of music, I've been listening to Something Corporate again. I haven't listened to them for a while, it just seems appropriate because it's a sort of nostalgia thing, and I am having big nasty nostalgia at the moment.
My posts are growing increasingly dense and untangible to anyone who isn't me. Sorry, all. Still, people are adding me at a rate of knots (what the hell does that mean, anyway?) so it can't be that bad.
~Hathy_Col~
Sorry, I'm just delightfully unaware of the rest of the world at the moment. I went to bed for eleven hours on Saturday night, conking out at 9.30 and working up at 10.30, which basically means I was just on time for training again. Training, as a side note, was good fun. Dan probably now despises me as I am the Bossy Bitch, but really, it all needed doing. The Phoenixes and Gryphons are becoming much more balanced, and hell, I even have a squire now - Alli, who is Julia's little sister and was quite scary once we'd trained her up and shoved her in a melee. It's sink or swim, and most people swim in such situations. As such, training was a success, even if it was a little sad - people are leaving left right and centre due to university, and it's sad. Alas. My last ever training will be next week, and now I'm all scared about university again. I am going to start making lists as to what needs to done. Proper lists.
Hum, that was a very strange metaphor. I'm a little brain-dead today, what with the fact I got out of bed at 1.30pm and wandered around blindly for ages. I am bloody covered in bruises again, which means that work will think I'm even stranger than they already do. Speaking of work, it's a Monday and I'm not there. This is a rather fabulous thing, I have to say, and also a good thing, as my eyes are going a little blurry just from looking at the computer screen. I should stop going out so late, but really, I don't want to. I slept through the hangover, though, which is good and non-painful. I was far too drunk again last night, though, and too many people were there, which worries me a little now that it is the morning.
Still. Never mind. Ce sera, etc.
Radio 1 is having a ten-hour takeover and playing ANY request they've been given. I am unashamedly dancing to Backstreet's Back and wondering why I still know all the words. Speaking of music, I've been listening to Something Corporate again. I haven't listened to them for a while, it just seems appropriate because it's a sort of nostalgia thing, and I am having big nasty nostalgia at the moment.
My posts are growing increasingly dense and untangible to anyone who isn't me. Sorry, all. Still, people are adding me at a rate of knots (what the hell does that mean, anyway?) so it can't be that bad.
~Hathy_Col~
