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Dear, dear friendslist. If, perchance, you should happen upon me, at a similar time next year, not actively packing, you have my permission to beat me about the head whilst shouting "PACK! HURRY UP! WAIT UNTIL TWO DAYS BEFORE TURNS UP AND YOU'VE DONE BUGGAR ALL!"

So, naturally, I am not only on the internet, but I'm going out tonight as well. I rather suspect I am going to spend an awful lot of tomorrow packing, because I sort of went out yesterday.

I did, however, have an absolutely lovely day. I was in the foul mood on Tuesday, because my friends abandoned me. Not one reply to my rather pathetic text of "I move to Scotland at the weekend. Do you want to go to the pub?" left me feeling UNLOVED AND ABANDONED and instead I spent much of the night pointing this out to Simon in an indignant tone of voice.

However, Wednesday was of love, and that is what counts. Went out for lunch with The Ever Wonderful Helen (as is her official name, now) and Simon, who is obviously ever wonderful but doesn't need a monkier to prove it, or something like that. We went for lunch at a cafe me and Helen discovered on our last outing; the food is amazing and also cheap. We ordered rather too much, though, and walked a lot slower to the New Quiggins, or Grand Central as it's now been called. It's a bit... rubbish now, to be honest. Th building is lovely, but dude, alternative is ot what is used to be when I was young. In MY day, you had to have baggy jeans big enough for a family of four to camp in. Now it's all skinny jeans. I tink I am not cool, because I find it uncomfortable to be in jeans that aren't at least a bit flared.

Anyway, I went to investigate the rumours of a new piercing place. It is not run by the guy I trusted the most to put needles throuh my skin, but, well, I'd heard good things and went for it anyway. I am now the proud owner of a sticker saying "I was brave at the piercer's today" and a shiny barbell through my conch - for those that don't know, a bit of my ear. It hurts like a bitch. Seriously, it's throbbing even now. It does, however, look bloody amazing, which is a definite advantage. Also, one of the people who run the place? Prettiest man ever. Like, Orlando Bloom pretty. It's a wee bit distracting, and I'm oddly glad that he wasn't the one piercing me...

I spent this morning running around Tescos with Dad. He is officially my new shopping buddy for this sort of thing. Unlike my Mum, he doesn't suggest stuff I need and buy me extra stuff like that, but unlike my Mum, he also believes in buying in bulk and also buying me alcohol. He lt me have extra wine! And, like, the bigger bags of rice and pasta! It was only my restraint that stopped me from getting the 3kg bags! (This is only because my housemates may also have the same idea re: packing and I don't want us to drown in food.) This does mean yet more to pack, and I have to go and clean all my plates and stuff from storage (i.e the garage).

Busy busy. But I do have a wonderfully painful ear to make up for it all.

~Hathy_Col~

like a record baby, right round

I am the victorious queen of packing. Or: I have spent all summer living out of boxes anyway, so once I've got some new stuff into boxes it's all pretty painless really. I still have to sort out Clothes, which is such a massive project it takes a capital letter, but that's a job for tomorrow, when I plan to camp by the washing machine and snarl at anyone who gets in the way of the last free lot of washing until Christmas. I'm going to miss tumble dryers, but seriously, that's £2 I COULD SPEND ON ALCOHOL. It's like, a third of entry to the Bop. Oh! the Bop. I have missed that. I think I may spend some of the, oh, £200 I have left after paying my rent on a "I <3 The Bop" t-shirt. I am tempted to force people to come to St Andrews on Fridays just for the wonder that is The Bop. We may not have a club night, but hot damn, we have the cheesiest night in possibly all of Britain!

It is wonderful that I'm not even at uni yet and already my priorities are swinging back towards booze and food and rent and piercings rather than silly things like, say, clothes and books and stationary. It is fortunate I sort of managed to bribe Dad into buying me some socks and some paper.

Also, and I realise this could just be me going mental, but is the Teaspoon down today and was it me that broke it? *fears*

(This post was brought to by listening to Dead Or Alive "You Spin Me Right Round" for the best part of an hour and not realising that people could see me dancing.)

Also, I fully appreciate that tomorrow I will realise everything I forgot to pack. Aha! I need to take my paper diaries. I don't keep them anymore - stopped when I was about 16 and before long LJ came along for all my emo needs - but I don't want to destroy, but I definitely don't want anyone to read them. I was quite embarrassing at 13.

Other than that, though, I AM PACKED LIKE WHOA. Honest.

~Hathy_Col~