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HAVE YOU EVER...................................
Been so drunk you blacked out? No. I'm well-behaved like that. (In truth, I don't like the idea of getting well and truly bladdered because I'm nervous about giving up control)
Put a body part on fire for amusement? I'd remember that, right?
Been hurt emotionally? Yes.
Kept a secret from everyone? Yeah. It sucks.
Had a imaginary friend? Mum swears down I did.
Had a crush on a teacher? Um. Yes. My English teacher.
Ever thought an animated character was hot? *looks shifty* Maybe...
Had a New Kids on the Block tape? Nope.
Been on stage? Yes indeedy.
-----------------------RIGHT NOW--------------------------
wearing? I had on nice college clothes, until I came home in the pouring rain and got soaked. Now I'm in a black t-shirt, scratty pants and a jumper.
I'm feeling? Sleepy.
Listening to? Led Zepplin.
Thinking about? Gyah, I have key skills tomorrow...
Talking to? No one.
---------------------------DO YOU BELIEVE IN--------------------
Yourself? Yes, actually.
Your friends? Within reason.
Tooth Fairy? Alas, no.
Destiny/fate? In a vague roundabout way.
Angels? In a vague roundabout way.
Ghosts? See above.
UFO's? Yes. I am a SF nerd. It comes with the label.

---------------------------FRIENDS AND LIFE---------------------

Do you fancy someone? Yuppy doodle.
Who have you known longest of your friends? God. *thinks of people whom I speak to often and actually like* Probably Martin or Matt, actually- we were in the same nursery. The St. Annes crowd, if you will.
Who do you go to for advice? My mum. Sad, innit? Also, my LiveJournal more recently.
Who do you cry to? Myself. Television and cinema screens. (I cried at bloody 28 Days Later for crying out loud.) I think the last actual tears about stuff that exists was in... February. To my mum. I don't genuinely (i.e. about stuff thats real) cry often, but when I do, it ain't pretty.
What's the best feeling in the world? Freedom! Truth! Justice! Reasonably Priced Love! And A Boiled Egg! Seriously though, contentment.

Ears still all wiggy and strange, but better than they were at any rate. Have read Bagenders, and will squee uncontrollably to

flickerswitch, so look out for us striding down the corridor, shrieking "Dad dude! Marchwarden dude! Dude!" and referring to people as the Bitch Queen of Angmar. *grins*

Finished my CGI presentation after tea. Tea was odd. Mum decided to inform us all that we were going out for tea tomorrow. Blinked at mother, before internally panicking. ("WHEN THE HELL AM I GOING TO PACK?")

So I'm going off to do that now. Problem- I have no clothes actually ready for the con, other than "black and olive t-shirts and cammies". Hmm. Need something for party on Friday night. Have given up on Famine plan, since not skinny enough to pull it off, so actually plan to go with a badge reading like so:

Hi! My name is
~~G O D~~
~~False God~~
DEAD False God

Cunning Buffy and Stargate references abound. Just need to find name badge. There's something to do tonight. And don't worry

loneraven, I will take many ~~icono~~photographs. But there's another problem: camera. And lack of battery. Need to nick Mum's (so will have crap photos) or see if Dad's is ready yet.

Gyah. I'm knackered, and being a snarky bitch in this post. I'll go now.

~Hathy_Col~