Liverpool.
Mar. 14th, 2004 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI'm so tired that it's not funny. I shouldn't be, though. Last night, I went to bed early, or at least tried. I stayed awake whilst in the dark for about three hours before eventually conking out and having a very light night's sleep. I then awake at nine thirty.
Ideally, on a Sunday, this means trudging to the loo, truding back to bed and staying there either asleep or listening to the radio or hey, both, for about three hours. However, I was awake due to my alarm clock. I had a shower, winced at the state of my eyes and scary big black ring beneath them, and trudged outside.
My, it was wet. And cold. And windy. Umbrella attampts failed, so gave up and walked through Ormskirk anyway. Got chatted up my a random builder, who was about 35.
"Oooh, do you like looking at us workies then?"
Temptation to swear grew. Instead said: "Yeah, right..." and wandered back off again. I then met Simon in Ormskirk. Together, we wandered to the happy world that is Merseyrail and eventually Liverpool.
Today was fun. We found the cinema, stared for bit, got irritated at the lack of films, wandered off again. Then we wandered around Liverpool. All day. We found a whole new place called "Fact" which seemed to be a cinema, and then we found a funky restaurant type place. It was weird and totally surreal. It was all futuristic yet there was no one around. Bizarre, I tell you. We wandered around. A lot. Two hours sat at the docks later, it got cold and we went home.
Ah, the excitement of my day.
Now I'm home and unbelieveably tired and in a bad mood, and I don't know why. I seem to be irritated and down a lot recently, and it's annoying myself. And probably those around me, and those who read this, but there we are. My journal, my sandbox, my old stereo that I basically sold to my Dad in return for the usage of a credit card for a year of this.
And now fandom is being bitchy over something that was supposed to be fun. Which is horrible, and I hate it when stuff self-implodes like that. Such as jackfic. God, that was a halycon of fandom.
I'm still feeling tired and bitchy. Time for bed. I have to do my history homework, and an essay plan? Not fun. Of course, that's only if you forget my pathological obsession with getting A's in that subject.
Sigh.
~Hathy_Col~
Ideally, on a Sunday, this means trudging to the loo, truding back to bed and staying there either asleep or listening to the radio or hey, both, for about three hours. However, I was awake due to my alarm clock. I had a shower, winced at the state of my eyes and scary big black ring beneath them, and trudged outside.
My, it was wet. And cold. And windy. Umbrella attampts failed, so gave up and walked through Ormskirk anyway. Got chatted up my a random builder, who was about 35.
"Oooh, do you like looking at us workies then?"
Temptation to swear grew. Instead said: "Yeah, right..." and wandered back off again. I then met Simon in Ormskirk. Together, we wandered to the happy world that is Merseyrail and eventually Liverpool.
Today was fun. We found the cinema, stared for bit, got irritated at the lack of films, wandered off again. Then we wandered around Liverpool. All day. We found a whole new place called "Fact" which seemed to be a cinema, and then we found a funky restaurant type place. It was weird and totally surreal. It was all futuristic yet there was no one around. Bizarre, I tell you. We wandered around. A lot. Two hours sat at the docks later, it got cold and we went home.
Ah, the excitement of my day.
Now I'm home and unbelieveably tired and in a bad mood, and I don't know why. I seem to be irritated and down a lot recently, and it's annoying myself. And probably those around me, and those who read this, but there we are. My journal, my sandbox, my old stereo that I basically sold to my Dad in return for the usage of a credit card for a year of this.
And now fandom is being bitchy over something that was supposed to be fun. Which is horrible, and I hate it when stuff self-implodes like that. Such as jackfic. God, that was a halycon of fandom.
I'm still feeling tired and bitchy. Time for bed. I have to do my history homework, and an essay plan? Not fun. Of course, that's only if you forget my pathological obsession with getting A's in that subject.
Sigh.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-03-14 02:03 pm (UTC)Lets have a wee group hug. Fandom can suck somtimes.