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hathycolI am having a Bad Weekend. I need a day off, methinks.
So, the Guide Annual Sleepover. That was a laugh, as you can imagine. I hate the Guides, at times. They're all so... different to me. I don't know. Different. Irritating. But it's... weird. Lyndsey may be the other Ranger, and only a year younger, but she's so immature it's quite scary. The Guides are all... well... my sister. And the leaders are older than my mother. It's a strange little niche I inhabit.
So, that was a fun night as you can imagine. Because I'm a big girly wuss, I wanted to sleep, and uite desperately too. When the lights went out at about... *thinks* 2am, I curled up with my pajamas and hoodie (it was cold), pulled the sleeping bag hood over my head and woke up five hours later, still cold, and wandered around a bit before going back to bed. Everyone seemed to be asleep. Woke up even later. Lyndsey accused me of snoring, I defended myself somewhat blurrily since it was 7.45 in the morning. Due to an inbuilt thing that happened over five years of Guide camp and being the Responsible One from age 12 onwards I was the first one up and heading, minus glasses, towards the kettle and made the leaders a cup of coffee. No caffiene for me, though. 45 minutes later, El Mother turned up, and we went home. I waved goodbye, trooped upstairs, pulled pajamas back on and went to bed for another hour and a half. Felt great.
Then I remembered it was still only ten o clock in the morning and I had to go to work.
Work was... work. Because my supervisor basically got down on both knees and begged, I signed up for overtime tomorrow. Another four hours. Swore once, but it was fairly mild compared to what I wanted to say. I really don't want to work tomorrow.
So, I came home, and looked at the Wolf website, aiming to look at buying tickets for the 10th Anniversary Con.
THEN I swore a lot in my head. Can I go? Can I bug - fu - erm... hell. It's the first weekend of September, Reason Number Uno as to why I couldn't go to SG8. Which I also won't be going to. Because there's a very slim chance that I'll get tickets, now. I've also agreed to go to Bloodstock first weekend of September as I won't scive any college because it's later and I get the Sunday to sleep.
Rargh.
I then did all my English coursework. Because no one can understand my short story, I've revised the ending. This makes me unhappy, since people are still not going to know what's going on, but it's shorted and as such fits the word count, and makes slightly more sense. Or so I hope. I plan to spring it on someone who's not read it yet and see if they get the new version.
If not, then I go and cry in a corner and give up.
So, yes. I'm unhappy now in general, possibly the Coldplay isn't helping matters, I can't express my true feelings over the matters of Wolf changing the dates and over Homebase, my throat hurts, and all in all, today is not a good day.
And now I'll go to bed. Next weekend, I'm having a day off and anyone in my way is getting beaten to death.
Swear jar=10p.
~Hathy_Col~
So, the Guide Annual Sleepover. That was a laugh, as you can imagine. I hate the Guides, at times. They're all so... different to me. I don't know. Different. Irritating. But it's... weird. Lyndsey may be the other Ranger, and only a year younger, but she's so immature it's quite scary. The Guides are all... well... my sister. And the leaders are older than my mother. It's a strange little niche I inhabit.
So, that was a fun night as you can imagine. Because I'm a big girly wuss, I wanted to sleep, and uite desperately too. When the lights went out at about... *thinks* 2am, I curled up with my pajamas and hoodie (it was cold), pulled the sleeping bag hood over my head and woke up five hours later, still cold, and wandered around a bit before going back to bed. Everyone seemed to be asleep. Woke up even later. Lyndsey accused me of snoring, I defended myself somewhat blurrily since it was 7.45 in the morning. Due to an inbuilt thing that happened over five years of Guide camp and being the Responsible One from age 12 onwards I was the first one up and heading, minus glasses, towards the kettle and made the leaders a cup of coffee. No caffiene for me, though. 45 minutes later, El Mother turned up, and we went home. I waved goodbye, trooped upstairs, pulled pajamas back on and went to bed for another hour and a half. Felt great.
Then I remembered it was still only ten o clock in the morning and I had to go to work.
Work was... work. Because my supervisor basically got down on both knees and begged, I signed up for overtime tomorrow. Another four hours. Swore once, but it was fairly mild compared to what I wanted to say. I really don't want to work tomorrow.
So, I came home, and looked at the Wolf website, aiming to look at buying tickets for the 10th Anniversary Con.
THEN I swore a lot in my head. Can I go? Can I bug - fu - erm... hell. It's the first weekend of September, Reason Number Uno as to why I couldn't go to SG8. Which I also won't be going to. Because there's a very slim chance that I'll get tickets, now. I've also agreed to go to Bloodstock first weekend of September as I won't scive any college because it's later and I get the Sunday to sleep.
Rargh.
I then did all my English coursework. Because no one can understand my short story, I've revised the ending. This makes me unhappy, since people are still not going to know what's going on, but it's shorted and as such fits the word count, and makes slightly more sense. Or so I hope. I plan to spring it on someone who's not read it yet and see if they get the new version.
If not, then I go and cry in a corner and give up.
So, yes. I'm unhappy now in general, possibly the Coldplay isn't helping matters, I can't express my true feelings over the matters of Wolf changing the dates and over Homebase, my throat hurts, and all in all, today is not a good day.
And now I'll go to bed. Next weekend, I'm having a day off and anyone in my way is getting beaten to death.
Swear jar=10p.
~Hathy_Col~
