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Dec. 15th, 2003 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolOkay, and I'm back for a half decent post now.
I should be in Guidance, with New And Scary Joan. However, we are doing a lesson we've already done in our Super Cool And Not Scary Guidance, so I scarpered. I should be doing my history coursework, but evidently I know where my priorities lie.
So yeah. Life. How is it hanging with you? Life is quite bizarre, here.
For a start, no computer. This is traumatic, and also my excuse for not doing aforementioned coursework. I'm quite terrified, as I desperately need it back for the holidays. Not only because I'm addicted, but also because of the coursework problem. I hate writing out coursework, I've discovered. Tests I can just about handle, but writing out essays is just... ugh. Hopefully, it will be back tonight.
Tonight, though, actually conists of me being a Nice Sister. I am going to a Carol Concert so I can see all my old teachers and also because I need to feel Christmassy at some point.
Family stuff yesterday too, actually. Went down to Dudley to see my Nan, who skirted various issues. We instead spent the whole thing squeeing over Dot's baby Chloe, who is absolutely adorable and made me, who has the maternal instincts of an eggplant, go "awwwww" and suddenly, briefly, desire one of my own. Then they got onto conversations about labour, and I suddenly just thought "No."
Saturday was slightly more fun. After work, I got dropped off in Ormskirk and hung around waiting for Simon. The heavens opened, however, and left us both dripping wet as we dragged our sorry carcasses to the train station, Creepiest part, however, was small and disturbing child hanging around. If she had looked miserable and wet, then I wouldn't have minded, but she was skipping. And dry. It was one of those moments where I started scrabbling for a crucifix and muttering prayers under my breath. I'm so superstitious at times. We then continued to get drenched when we got off the train, and gently steamed the water off as we watched the truly dreadful Timeline. At the end, we sat and bitched like the sad, obsessive, history nerds that we are, because it really was awful. Would you go into an English camp in the 14th Century and confess to being French and Scottish and want to live? No.
Wednesday! Return of the King! I have tickets! I do, precious, and they're mine! And my dad's. *coughs* Thing is though, I'm really quite excited. And lookit! NEw Bagenders!
*squees*
I want my computer back. Now.
~Hathy_Col~
I should be in Guidance, with New And Scary Joan. However, we are doing a lesson we've already done in our Super Cool And Not Scary Guidance, so I scarpered. I should be doing my history coursework, but evidently I know where my priorities lie.
So yeah. Life. How is it hanging with you? Life is quite bizarre, here.
For a start, no computer. This is traumatic, and also my excuse for not doing aforementioned coursework. I'm quite terrified, as I desperately need it back for the holidays. Not only because I'm addicted, but also because of the coursework problem. I hate writing out coursework, I've discovered. Tests I can just about handle, but writing out essays is just... ugh. Hopefully, it will be back tonight.
Tonight, though, actually conists of me being a Nice Sister. I am going to a Carol Concert so I can see all my old teachers and also because I need to feel Christmassy at some point.
Family stuff yesterday too, actually. Went down to Dudley to see my Nan, who skirted various issues. We instead spent the whole thing squeeing over Dot's baby Chloe, who is absolutely adorable and made me, who has the maternal instincts of an eggplant, go "awwwww" and suddenly, briefly, desire one of my own. Then they got onto conversations about labour, and I suddenly just thought "No."
Saturday was slightly more fun. After work, I got dropped off in Ormskirk and hung around waiting for Simon. The heavens opened, however, and left us both dripping wet as we dragged our sorry carcasses to the train station, Creepiest part, however, was small and disturbing child hanging around. If she had looked miserable and wet, then I wouldn't have minded, but she was skipping. And dry. It was one of those moments where I started scrabbling for a crucifix and muttering prayers under my breath. I'm so superstitious at times. We then continued to get drenched when we got off the train, and gently steamed the water off as we watched the truly dreadful Timeline. At the end, we sat and bitched like the sad, obsessive, history nerds that we are, because it really was awful. Would you go into an English camp in the 14th Century and confess to being French and Scottish and want to live? No.
Wednesday! Return of the King! I have tickets! I do, precious, and they're mine! And my dad's. *coughs* Thing is though, I'm really quite excited. And lookit! NEw Bagenders!
*squees*
I want my computer back. Now.
~Hathy_Col~
