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hathycolFrankly enough, I'm Not Amused.
Firstly, I'll be slightly flippant. There is absolutely no snow in Ormskirk whatsoever at all. Rain. RAIN! Then we went on the bus, and it was all vaguely pretty and snowy, and now the raun has moved here as well.
Not Fair.
Next, we'll be political. Top-up fees. Now, I scrape out of this, which means that my parents will be stumping up the cost. Translation: it's coming out of my trust fund except for possibly the last year. However, this means that (excepting the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purplerainbow, of course) less people are going to take years out, which means that it'll be harder to get into university which means that it'll be harder to get into St Andrews and oh look I can't breathe.
*hyperventilates*
Needless to say, I am not happy. At all. I support Labour; I think they, and Tony Blair, have done a bang up job so far. However, that is it. Until that... that... thing is removed from office and stops dominating his own party like some sort of dictatorship, then I will no longer support Labour whatsoever. I believe in New Labour. I do. I'm not like Dad, a raving Socialist. I realise the type of world I live in. But I will not stand around whilst Tony Blair wrecks the party I believe in, and yes, I DO realise that Kinnock is just as much to blame!
*breathes deeply*
Okay, I'm vaguely calm. I hope the Sun newspaper is wrong. I hope that Hutton really does completely and utterly trash Blair. I really do.
At any rate, I shall be spending this evening being told about the evils of Labour when Mr Entwhistle starts to speak. Oh, joy. Still don't know what to wear. Eeek. Am shallow.
Lastly, on a happier note: happy birthday toplayfullemming! Woooooh!
~Hathy_Col~
Firstly, I'll be slightly flippant. There is absolutely no snow in Ormskirk whatsoever at all. Rain. RAIN! Then we went on the bus, and it was all vaguely pretty and snowy, and now the raun has moved here as well.
Not Fair.
Next, we'll be political. Top-up fees. Now, I scrape out of this, which means that my parents will be stumping up the cost. Translation: it's coming out of my trust fund except for possibly the last year. However, this means that (excepting the lovely
purplerainbow, of course) less people are going to take years out, which means that it'll be harder to get into university which means that it'll be harder to get into St Andrews and oh look I can't breathe.*hyperventilates*
Needless to say, I am not happy. At all. I support Labour; I think they, and Tony Blair, have done a bang up job so far. However, that is it. Until that... that... thing is removed from office and stops dominating his own party like some sort of dictatorship, then I will no longer support Labour whatsoever. I believe in New Labour. I do. I'm not like Dad, a raving Socialist. I realise the type of world I live in. But I will not stand around whilst Tony Blair wrecks the party I believe in, and yes, I DO realise that Kinnock is just as much to blame!
*breathes deeply*
Okay, I'm vaguely calm. I hope the Sun newspaper is wrong. I hope that Hutton really does completely and utterly trash Blair. I really do.
At any rate, I shall be spending this evening being told about the evils of Labour when Mr Entwhistle starts to speak. Oh, joy. Still don't know what to wear. Eeek. Am shallow.
Lastly, on a happier note: happy birthday to
playfullemming! Woooooh!~Hathy_Col~
