Fun, fun, fun.
Jan. 24th, 2004 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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loneraven is Iona, shipperkitten is Emily, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
osiris13 is Clare and purplerainbow is Hannah. Also, cucharita is Enid. So you know.]
Guh.
Guh...
I'm so tired. I really am. There are Reasons for this, and despite the nagging feeling of "Oh god, I'm going to die" I also feel generally rather content and happy with the world.
Yesterday was a Silly Day. I spent lunchtime at RADA, and even better, in the RADA queue. If I fail my GCSEs, I now have a career as a pimp ahead of me. ("Yo' MA bitch! I own ya!" *grins* Please, I'm begging you. Someone photomanip it before I try it.
Anyway, I toddle off to Media Studies, and we had A Surprise. Translation: they were bribing people to come to lessons again. The Suprise turned out to be one of the best lessons we've had yet. We did blue screen, in which we all got put into groups and picked a video and went from there.
My group being my group and, well, me and Helen and Liz being who we are, we decided it would be a very clever idea to do The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Oh dear.
So, doing the Timewarp seemed like the obvious choice. So, usinsane three, combined with someone whose name I've completely forgotten went off to practice. And we Timewarped our little heart out, and even choreographed the moves.
Somewhere in the middle of all this, I agreed to tap dance.
Now, I know how to tap dance. I am A Dancer. Sort of. It's been a while, and I couldn't do, say, a double pick up on one leg or a double wing if you paid me (not that I ever could, mind) I can still dance fairly well. And I could mime well enough to most of Columbia's (spl?) bit right. But I was doing this solo, between mine and Liz's Suggestive Dancing (rumours ahoy!) and the actual Timewarp itself.
And then, because we're nucking futs, to put it politely, we did it in front of not one but two Media Studies classes. It was more fun than it should have been, but looking back I suddenly realise that I can never go into the classroom again. *grins*
Going home was great fun, too. Day had his iPod imitation thingie, and Jess and me tried to listen in. Slight problem - three people, two headphone speakers. We were all in a silly mood as it was, due to a combination of alcohol, Timewarp and laughing at my tap dancing, and as such, we managed.
This resulted in a full singalong on the bus to:
AC/DC: You Shook Me All Night Long, with me doing the Stargate version and getting even stranger looks. "He was a fast machine, he kept his glasses clean, he was the best damn linguist that I've ever seen... YOU! SHOOK ME AAAAALL NIGHT LONG!"
Queen: Bohemian Rhapsody with timed headbanging so that we could listen at the same time. Also co-ordinating "I see a little silhouetto of a man..." "SCARAMOUCHE SCARAMOUCHE CAN YOU DO THE FANDANGO?"
Guns N Roses: Sweet Child Of Mine. Had it in head all night.
Eventually got off the bus, panicked, ran home in pouring rain with Andrew, wrapping presents and picking upcucharita's present. (Bloody typical.) Then left house to find Iona's house.
Which was an education. We went through the back roads, because that's the way Mum knows, but not in the pouring rain and pitch dark. Iona phoned in the middle.
"Where are you?"
"A little country lane somewhere... Altcar, that's it! OOOH! The lights! The lights!" (Streetlights had suddenly appeared.)
"Have you been abducted by aliens?"
Eventually made it to her house, and my, it's big. I must have looked terrible, peering through the gates in the pouring rain. "Yes! I'm Iona's friend! Honest!" but her dad kindly let me in anyway, so that's ok. And I finally saw Ioan's bedroom, the place where, technically, I met her. Weird.
So, Emily, Clare, Hannah, Iona and me, gathered together once more. No Enid or Becca, but we were fairly cheerful there, although their presence was indeed missed. We got pizza and sang in the rain. But not that song. And we sat, and oh, how we talked. We talked about badgers, and we talked about boys (and girls) and it was the first time ever that I felt Experienced and glad that I went to a mixed school. We were also shocked by that fact that Em seems to have a deviation! Although I guessed who it was... We mercilessly teased various people. (See last sentence.) We talked about lycanthropy, and politics, which confused people, and chemistry, which confused me. We also made a phone post. I'd like to point out that the posh ones aren't me, and the one ranting about the Hobbits is me.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/loneraven/303867.html
For those who can't listen, we provided a handy transcript. Enjoy.
Very early in the morning, I finally decided it would be a Good Idea to try and sleep. This turned out to be remarkably easy, since I'd had the foresight to bring my dinky sleeping bag and know exactly the way to lie in it. I woke up and panicked at first, along the lines of "Oh, god, it's getting light, I have to go to college" before I remembered where I was. I then woke up because my alarm was going off. It hurt. No one else was awake, barr Clare, and I lay there thinking 'I need to get up, yet I really have no inclination too...'
I did, eventually, and I even managed to poke Iona awake, who I'm sure then went back to bed. I then went to work, which was horrible, and had the "NAZGUL!!" effect again. Can they not just hire people? Am also working Monday. Waaah. But basically, I'm shattered from having abput five hours sleep and launching into six hours of work with no breakfast inside me. Although Iona's mum offered.
And then tonight I came home, have vegged about on the internet, and now I'm going to go and eat another bag of Maltesers (buy one get one free, and yes, I'm a greedy little cow and know it) whilst watching Pirates Of The Caribbean.
But not right now, since Lucy (ma bitch, yo!) and Jess are simultaeneously texting me. Weirdness. Jess ws very, very pissed last night and sent me incomprehensible text messages, the gist of which was David Howarth was that drunk he broke his arm. And I missed it, which proves that I should always be there in my hallowed role of drunksitter.
But now I really go and watchthe heaving busoms of Keia Knightley Pirates of the Caribbean.
(God, I'm such a pervert.)
~Hathy_Col~
loneraven is Iona, shipperkitten is Emily, osiris13 is Clare and purplerainbow is Hannah. Also, cucharita is Enid. So you know.]Guh.
Guh...
I'm so tired. I really am. There are Reasons for this, and despite the nagging feeling of "Oh god, I'm going to die" I also feel generally rather content and happy with the world.
Yesterday was a Silly Day. I spent lunchtime at RADA, and even better, in the RADA queue. If I fail my GCSEs, I now have a career as a pimp ahead of me. ("Yo' MA bitch! I own ya!" *grins* Please, I'm begging you. Someone photomanip it before I try it.
Anyway, I toddle off to Media Studies, and we had A Surprise. Translation: they were bribing people to come to lessons again. The Suprise turned out to be one of the best lessons we've had yet. We did blue screen, in which we all got put into groups and picked a video and went from there.
My group being my group and, well, me and Helen and Liz being who we are, we decided it would be a very clever idea to do The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Oh dear.
So, doing the Timewarp seemed like the obvious choice. So, us
Somewhere in the middle of all this, I agreed to tap dance.
Now, I know how to tap dance. I am A Dancer. Sort of. It's been a while, and I couldn't do, say, a double pick up on one leg or a double wing if you paid me (not that I ever could, mind) I can still dance fairly well. And I could mime well enough to most of Columbia's (spl?) bit right. But I was doing this solo, between mine and Liz's Suggestive Dancing (rumours ahoy!) and the actual Timewarp itself.
And then, because we're nucking futs, to put it politely, we did it in front of not one but two Media Studies classes. It was more fun than it should have been, but looking back I suddenly realise that I can never go into the classroom again. *grins*
Going home was great fun, too. Day had his iPod imitation thingie, and Jess and me tried to listen in. Slight problem - three people, two headphone speakers. We were all in a silly mood as it was, due to a combination of alcohol, Timewarp and laughing at my tap dancing, and as such, we managed.
This resulted in a full singalong on the bus to:
AC/DC: You Shook Me All Night Long, with me doing the Stargate version and getting even stranger looks. "He was a fast machine, he kept his glasses clean, he was the best damn linguist that I've ever seen... YOU! SHOOK ME AAAAALL NIGHT LONG!"
Queen: Bohemian Rhapsody with timed headbanging so that we could listen at the same time. Also co-ordinating "I see a little silhouetto of a man..." "SCARAMOUCHE SCARAMOUCHE CAN YOU DO THE FANDANGO?"
Guns N Roses: Sweet Child Of Mine. Had it in head all night.
Eventually got off the bus, panicked, ran home in pouring rain with Andrew, wrapping presents and picking up
cucharita's present. (Bloody typical.) Then left house to find Iona's house.Which was an education. We went through the back roads, because that's the way Mum knows, but not in the pouring rain and pitch dark. Iona phoned in the middle.
"Where are you?"
"A little country lane somewhere... Altcar, that's it! OOOH! The lights! The lights!" (Streetlights had suddenly appeared.)
"Have you been abducted by aliens?"
Eventually made it to her house, and my, it's big. I must have looked terrible, peering through the gates in the pouring rain. "Yes! I'm Iona's friend! Honest!" but her dad kindly let me in anyway, so that's ok. And I finally saw Ioan's bedroom, the place where, technically, I met her. Weird.
So, Emily, Clare, Hannah, Iona and me, gathered together once more. No Enid or Becca, but we were fairly cheerful there, although their presence was indeed missed. We got pizza and sang in the rain. But not that song. And we sat, and oh, how we talked. We talked about badgers, and we talked about boys (and girls) and it was the first time ever that I felt Experienced and glad that I went to a mixed school. We were also shocked by that fact that Em seems to have a deviation! Although I guessed who it was... We mercilessly teased various people. (See last sentence.) We talked about lycanthropy, and politics, which confused people, and chemistry, which confused me. We also made a phone post. I'd like to point out that the posh ones aren't me, and the one ranting about the Hobbits is me.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/loneraven/303867.html
For those who can't listen, we provided a handy transcript. Enjoy.
Very early in the morning, I finally decided it would be a Good Idea to try and sleep. This turned out to be remarkably easy, since I'd had the foresight to bring my dinky sleeping bag and know exactly the way to lie in it. I woke up and panicked at first, along the lines of "Oh, god, it's getting light, I have to go to college" before I remembered where I was. I then woke up because my alarm was going off. It hurt. No one else was awake, barr Clare, and I lay there thinking 'I need to get up, yet I really have no inclination too...'
I did, eventually, and I even managed to poke Iona awake, who I'm sure then went back to bed. I then went to work, which was horrible, and had the "NAZGUL!!" effect again. Can they not just hire people? Am also working Monday. Waaah. But basically, I'm shattered from having abput five hours sleep and launching into six hours of work with no breakfast inside me. Although Iona's mum offered.
And then tonight I came home, have vegged about on the internet, and now I'm going to go and eat another bag of Maltesers (buy one get one free, and yes, I'm a greedy little cow and know it) whilst watching Pirates Of The Caribbean.
But not right now, since Lucy (ma bitch, yo!) and Jess are simultaeneously texting me. Weirdness. Jess ws very, very pissed last night and sent me incomprehensible text messages, the gist of which was David Howarth was that drunk he broke his arm. And I missed it, which proves that I should always be there in my hallowed role of drunksitter.
But now I really go and watch
(God, I'm such a pervert.)
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-01-25 10:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-25 02:13 pm (UTC)Oh, you should have. On the other hand, you shouldn't have.
And even more, i want to see you howling the alternate version to You Shook Me All Night Long on the bus, mwahahaha.
What, you couldn't hear me? Wow, I thought they heard me on the Pennines... I was loud.
Meh, i can't hear the phonepost, but the transcript was frelling hilarious enough!
We scared ourselves. I thank you for enjoying it. *grins*