those three words, i say too much, they're not enough

I've been doing some thinking. Given that it's the wee hours of the morning and I am not in the right place in my head right now, this is a bit... worrying, I suppose. It might be a bit stream of thoughty. I'm friendslocking it because people are adding me at the rate of knots with no introduction right now, which is a little alarming, and I'm normally a sickeningly public person (crying on a train and throwing up on the next connection train? No problem) but there's only so much I'm willing to share with the world at large.

Erm, anyway.

I've been reading over a lot of my old journal entries, because it's a process I find fascinating. The thing is, I am stupidly open and talkative on LJ about all kinds of stuff - fairly indepth detail about the Pill, my health (and teeth), and how I feel in relation to people who don't read or speak to people who read this journal, and everything I've done in excrutiating detail. I'm, in a way, a bit frightened to talk about how I feel about other people - it's always in context of "I'm so happy" or a jokey "Well, I suppose I have to tell you" sort of reference.

Basically, I'm a bit paranoid. I always think, well, ( oh, this always comes back to the relationship thing, doesn't it? )

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I only just actually woke up. This might be a mistake, as I actually have things I need to do today. El Parento are returning back to the sunny world of England tomorrow (and it is getting sunny - I was hoping it would piss it down on them, too) and I have to clean and hoover most of the house. By my standards, it needs a bit of a hoover. By my mother's standards, it needs nuclear deterrant.

You see my problem for today.

I also need to phone the tax people, as I am apparently being taxed 22% for my job in the Union. Given I do not earn over £420 a month during term-time (having worked it out, adding the best peossible rates from the Ruby, I will earn perhaps £250 a month maximum) then I think I am being gipped a bit. Oh dear.

I also have to walk the dog and stuff like that. I should also water the plants. They look really quite unhealthy.

I am a Good Daughter. I also have an exciting application form to fill out. More cleaning for Colleen! *beats CV to the floor* No! You will never have an interesting work experience! Nothing but toilets for you!

Firstly, I think I should get dressed, maybe.

~Hathy_Col~

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Firstly, I finally have discovered one photo of me at the May Ball. Alas and eheu, you cannot see the feathers.

( I really like it, though. )

(Yes, this was after many alcoholic drinks.)

In other news, I can't decide what to have for tea. I am dying inside for a Chinese, which is always worrying, as they are expensive, fattening, and during term-time I get them for free so what is the point. I think it might be withdrawal, but either way, we have no soy sauce in the house for a quick stir-fry, so I think I might be forced to actually get dressed and go and spend more money than I can afford on one. Also, the local Chinese is EIGHT MILLION BILLION times better than the Ruby. But still. I am a bad person. I know this. Besides, all we have in the freezer is ready meals which look less than appetising.

However, I've spent all week watching Star Trek, so I think that entitles me to look like a big fat pie. And I mgiht be able to get my mother to pay me back.

But still. Getting dressed. Might be a plan, what with having to take the dog out before long, but still.

OH SOD IT. I am in the house ALL ALONE and doing a sort of unofficial Star Trek marathon. (At seven o'clock is the 'Kill us both, Spock!' episode!) It would be wrong if I did not indulge myself.

Also my flist are wonderful people and I love you all. *CLINGS*

~Hathy_Col~