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Mar. 4th, 2004 09:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolTechnically? I should be in a key skills lesson. However, The Ole Bitch hasn't turned up, so I've scarpered. I am actually doing the article though, so yay me. Dedication at its greatest.
I should also be printing out that pesky English, too. It's my final deadline tomorrow, but I have a university whatsit tomorrow, so instead I have to give it in. Hmmm. Need to do a Bibliography. Always a joy, I'm sure.
I'm absolutely knackered this morning. Last night I wanted to veg out on the net for a bit, but got the shock of my life when Megan's friends started talking to me. In text language. Shouted at Megan - a lot - and then ate tea. After which she promptly stole the computer. And I couldn't get on again all night.
Hate sister. With deep and burning passion.
Watched the thing with Alan Duncan though, and shouted at the TV a lot. "YER BLOODY TORY GIT!" was the general shape of the thing. Honestly. Didn't like him whatsoever, although it was quite sweet the way in which he tried to explain how yes he was in Parliament but no he wasn't with Tony Blair. Oh, the controlled horror in his voice...
This morning, though, I really didn't want to get out of bed. But I did. And tonight, I have to go to Homebase. For three hours. I will then crawl home and go to bed. Eating is for other people, since I'm genuinely having trouble eating now, and I've discovered that once you get past the barrier of "FOOOOOOOOOOD!" and you get to the haze afterwards, you're not actually hungry. Hell, I might even lose some weight over this!
Not that I need too, unfortunately, because I firmly believe that being a size 12 does not make me a hideous flabby monster. Besides, there has to be a better way than a burning agony in my neck as as such my ears by default... and I'm whinging now. So I'll stop.
Anyway. I'll be watching the world's strangest film at lunch (German, 1931, attempt at psychological thriller. Is most odd) so I'll be busy.
That is all. I really should do that Bibliography. (Why do I keep on capitalising that?)
~Hathy_Col~
I should also be printing out that pesky English, too. It's my final deadline tomorrow, but I have a university whatsit tomorrow, so instead I have to give it in. Hmmm. Need to do a Bibliography. Always a joy, I'm sure.
I'm absolutely knackered this morning. Last night I wanted to veg out on the net for a bit, but got the shock of my life when Megan's friends started talking to me. In text language. Shouted at Megan - a lot - and then ate tea. After which she promptly stole the computer. And I couldn't get on again all night.
Hate sister. With deep and burning passion.
Watched the thing with Alan Duncan though, and shouted at the TV a lot. "YER BLOODY TORY GIT!" was the general shape of the thing. Honestly. Didn't like him whatsoever, although it was quite sweet the way in which he tried to explain how yes he was in Parliament but no he wasn't with Tony Blair. Oh, the controlled horror in his voice...
This morning, though, I really didn't want to get out of bed. But I did. And tonight, I have to go to Homebase. For three hours. I will then crawl home and go to bed. Eating is for other people, since I'm genuinely having trouble eating now, and I've discovered that once you get past the barrier of "FOOOOOOOOOOD!" and you get to the haze afterwards, you're not actually hungry. Hell, I might even lose some weight over this!
Not that I need too, unfortunately, because I firmly believe that being a size 12 does not make me a hideous flabby monster. Besides, there has to be a better way than a burning agony in my neck as as such my ears by default... and I'm whinging now. So I'll stop.
Anyway. I'll be watching the world's strangest film at lunch (German, 1931, attempt at psychological thriller. Is most odd) so I'll be busy.
That is all. I really should do that Bibliography. (Why do I keep on capitalising that?)
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-03-04 10:28 am (UTC)lotsoflove from youknowwho
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