hathycol | "Join us..."

I don't seem to have updated for ages, my Friends Page is miles long, and I'm cold. So I should update. What have I been doing with myself, I hear you cry?

Well, Friday ended with a media test. Which I flurfed up. Quite badly. I seemed to write loads, but none of it actually made any sense, nor did I answer the question. Oh well. *shrugs* Liz ~~glided~~ hobbled etherally in half way through and distracted me, and since I know for a fact that she aced her drama play I feel that's much more important to mention.

I then went home. Exciting, hey? One trip to help out at Guides later, my sister still wasn't dead. Shame, really. She's just... a teenybopper. And she's irritating beyond belief, with her TEH KEWLIEZZ stupidly large hooped earrings and "look! I have scraped back hair and an oraange face!" facial appearence and she's so damned THIN. Sorry. I know I sound bitter. However, one sister is the pretty one and one is the intelligent one. I am the intelligent one. I enjoy this. Except she's better at maths than me but at least I can use the comma correctly!

This journal post was then, ironically, interrupted by my sister. So I saved it, and now I've come back to finish it.

Friday also consisted of me, somewhat stupidly, leaving my coat in my locker. Ooops.

Saturday I woke up. I cursed at the world. I went to work. In which Eventful Things actually happened. We seem to have grown a new manager, at any rate. I was in the staff room, Marmite stain down my bright green uniform (I was reading, and got distracted), admittingly sciving since I was due back on my till in 30 seconds with no plans of moving, with three pairs of bright earrings in, a nose stud, no name badge, and my hair all askew since I hadn't washed it that morning.

Manager walks in, who I had admittingly spotted earlier that day. She walks over and shakes the other people at my tables hands, and I put my book down and plan to scarper. Oh, no. She looks at me.

"Hello, I'm Sandra, the new manager." She doesn't shake my hand.
"Um, hi!"
"I don't know your name... where's your name badge?"
"I sorta kinda erm lost it."
"Ah. I'll order you a new one then."
*blushing* "I'm Colleen, I -"
"Work on the tills, I've already seen you today."

Oh dear. I then proceeded back to my tills. The weather was hurricane bad. The wind was gale force, and rain was coming down in solid, horizontal sheets. Ergo, no customers for about an hour. Nice!

I then went home, showered, and went back out again. To be precise, I spent th night at Simons. Now, this might not sound like a big thing, but I must explain the nature of my parents. Despite being a ~~consenting~~ responsible adult, they do not accept this. Don't trust me, or them, or something. Going to a lad's house overnight is just Not Done, even to the extent of Not In Your Room, Young Lady.

Or it was. Then I told them that I was gay, which messed it up a bit. Now I just got the funniest look when I declare that I'm off to a female's house for the night, but they can't actually do anything about it, since I've been going to girly houses since I was six and I don't seem to have molested/been molested yet.

So, I went to Simon's house. It was most fun. There was 28 Days Later. There was Monty Python. And there was The Evil Dead. I am a big girly wuss, as a rule. I don't do horror films for this reason. But the Evil Dead was far too easy to pick out the logistical problems in, which took away the scary aspects, and left me giggling, in the end. Probably a good thing, actually.

Woke up and went home. Today is Mothering Sunday, I trumped up and brought Mum a pair of earrings. She seems to like them. I have to go and exhange her DVD for a video on Tuesday, though - I brought he Love Actually, which she loved, only I got it on DVD. THEN I remembered that the one downstairs doesn't work, making video a slightly more logical choice.

I'm currently suffering from terrible dry skin, which is odd, considering that I normally don't have problems unless it's on my face. Alas. I blame the wind. As such, I have chapped lips and can't find the damn lip balm, and my exzema has flared up. *itchitchitch* My, I will present a delightful sight tomorrow.

And now I'm going to bed, since I'm sleeping far more than I should at the moment. Except I've become obsessed with reading "Stealing Harry" ever since