Ice skating, piercings (!) and siblings.
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hathycolWell, I have been shirking the LJ recently. Mind you, it does make up for my somewhat random spam that takes place throughout the rest of the week.
It is the weekend, and I can't describe how glad I am about that. Thursday was in fact my last day, as we all got kicked out for Friday. Not actually sure why, but I'm glad. I couldn't have coped with another four hour lesson. But they let us stay off, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flickerswitch came around. Suprisingly early - respect to anyone willing to drag themselves across a large part of Lancashire to get to my place to go to Liverpool.
So, she turned up. Bad bus journey, apparently. Possibly should have mentioned The Depot Of Doom that the 395 drags you to, but there we are. We then meandered our way into Liverpool.
My, it was a good day. Nose studs were brought for the day when I can pull the thing out and try and new one.Chips sorry, potato wedges were brought. Wandering around the majority of Liverpool was done, and badges were brought. Everyone was happy.
Then I discovered I'd been paid. The logical conclusion of this was, well, another piercing. Yes. Another one. Ear rim, this time.
I'd been contemplating it for a while, in all honesty, but I wasn't sure whether to go through with it or not. It's irresponsible, I know, to basically get a hole in my ear on what is a whim, but my logic was thus: piercings in the summer hurt. I know this from spending a lot of last years heatwave in agony. "Ow! Burning metal! Pain! Swelling! Etc!" The only chance I'd have to get it pierced would be in Easter, after this. So, I went for it. I wandered in, once again left Liz pinning badges onto hr bag, and I came out with a chunk of titanium in my ear. I don't know why I do it, you know. It's addictive.
It also looks really, really pretty.
This one really hurts, actually. It's a ring, which means I'm looking at getting sacked from work if Scary Manager Bitch picks me up on it. I'll stick a plaster over it if she does - I have a verbal and written to go yet, so HA! This one is still throbbing, and bleeds upon attempts to clean. My ears are just sensitive, I suspect. Hurt quite a bit during the piercing, and I suspect that I'll have a painful few nights sleeping, but that'll be the end of it.
So, yay. Lyndsey suspects I'll set off metal detectors in airports. The worrying part is this might be true - the damn thing went off for my walking boots!
Went home. We were going to go up to the Comrades, but in the end we decided not to. Liz's brave and noble effort to smuggle alcohol into my house was not worth wasting.
Went home to an eerie lack of parents. They are currently in Glasgow (land ofmoralanqua!) and having a Good Time, or so I hope. Then collected the dog, went back out again to collect my sister from a school trip. Bless me, aren't I a good big sister?
The scary part was seeing my old PE/year 7 tutor/year 10 tutor, Mrs Turpin. She smiled at me.
"Hello Colleen! How are you!"
"Fine, thanks, and you?"
"Not too bad... do you miss us?"
"Not really."
That killed the conversation cold dead. For the first time in my life, sister saved me from social disaster and we went home. Kicked Megan upstairs and the alcohol was brought out. Even better, Monty Python's "The Meaning Of Life" was on. So we turned on the telly and kicked open the WKD. This was when Megan wandered back downstairs again. She looked horrified (we were drinking whilst sitting on the floor during Michael Palin singing "Every Sperm Is Scared". Don't blame her) and ran away again.
The film was good. I saw it last week, I realise, but it was just wonderfully silly and fun. And even better with alcohol. It's gross to, but it's just... brilliant. I was gutted that they seemed to cut bits of it out (I remember Death being far more menacing) but it was fun.
And then we watched Blackadder and laughed like loons. Was distrubed to see the sight of Rowan Atkinson in leather pants and heels strangelyattractive erm, working.
Woke up the next morning by Lucy phoning me. I thought I would beat her to death, but it was too eearly. Put Liz onto a bus (God, I hope she actually made it home... *worries*) and then I went home quickly before dragging Megan out to go ice skating. This was in between a phone call from my mum.
"Happy birthday Mum!"
"Thanks... are you okay?" Bless my mum's heart.
"Yes, fine. You?"
"Are you hungover?"
"%^*$! I... what?"
"Your sister texted me. You had loads of alcohol, apparently!"
"Yeah, but... erm..."
"And have you had another piercing done?"
Happy birthday to my mother, forty today. And after that distressing conversation, out I went again.
See, I got the Saturday off work. I was looking forward to a nice day of doing Very Little. But oh no, I got roped into helping out with lots and lots of Brownies and Guides ice skating. Gyah. So, I turned up in specifically short trousers and warm clothes, and promptly started to melt. I'm too warm at the best of times, and with a slight cold it sets my internal thermostat nuts. But yes, I wore warm clothes and sat ona noisy coach with noisy Brownies. Ugh. Can't stand them. I help out at Guides because they're just about old enough to be bearable...
Enough of that. Once we got there, it was deliciously cold. I got ice skates, put them one, headed towards the ice...
"Colleen! Can you help them with thier skates?"
Bloody St Annes Guides all get babied to death by their leader. I had to do up their skates. Honestly. They're not hard. I did it out of a sort of grudging respect as one of them lives down the road and I'd like to prove that our family aren't the hellish monsters we're presumed to be. But there we are.
Skating was fuuuun, though. I haven't done it for about a year, but I seem to still have my balance. Not that I'm very good, or very fast, but I like gliding along. Only fell on my arse once too, which is an improvement. Typically, though, just as I was getting into it I was dragged back off again and onto a noisy coach of Brownies and Guides. Ugh.
Went back via the chippie. Accidentally conned the bloke into giving me the wrong change. It was a complete accident, though - I thought I had nothing buy £10 in my purse, when in fact there was a fiver in there. So, I took out a note and gave it to him, and he gives me my chage, to which I huffily say "Hang about, I have you a tenner!" So, he gives me an axtra fiver to make it it up. Out we toddle, and I look in my purse, and nestling in there in a £10 note. Only half way across the park did I remember the fact I did have chage in there after all.
The chips were manky, though, so I feel satisfied.
And now I am home. After basically kicking the computer to death, I got it working again, and now it's far later than it should be. Whoops. I'm enjoying mad power more than I should. I have to cook tomorrow though, which is less fun.
And now I will go to bed. Honestly. Among other things, I'm shattered and lose an hours sleep tonight...
DAMN! Forgot to take the chicken out of the freezer!
~Hathy_Col~
It is the weekend, and I can't describe how glad I am about that. Thursday was in fact my last day, as we all got kicked out for Friday. Not actually sure why, but I'm glad. I couldn't have coped with another four hour lesson. But they let us stay off, and
flickerswitch came around. Suprisingly early - respect to anyone willing to drag themselves across a large part of Lancashire to get to my place to go to Liverpool.So, she turned up. Bad bus journey, apparently. Possibly should have mentioned The Depot Of Doom that the 395 drags you to, but there we are. We then meandered our way into Liverpool.
My, it was a good day. Nose studs were brought for the day when I can pull the thing out and try and new one.
Then I discovered I'd been paid. The logical conclusion of this was, well, another piercing. Yes. Another one. Ear rim, this time.
I'd been contemplating it for a while, in all honesty, but I wasn't sure whether to go through with it or not. It's irresponsible, I know, to basically get a hole in my ear on what is a whim, but my logic was thus: piercings in the summer hurt. I know this from spending a lot of last years heatwave in agony. "Ow! Burning metal! Pain! Swelling! Etc!" The only chance I'd have to get it pierced would be in Easter, after this. So, I went for it. I wandered in, once again left Liz pinning badges onto hr bag, and I came out with a chunk of titanium in my ear. I don't know why I do it, you know. It's addictive.
It also looks really, really pretty.
This one really hurts, actually. It's a ring, which means I'm looking at getting sacked from work if Scary Manager Bitch picks me up on it. I'll stick a plaster over it if she does - I have a verbal and written to go yet, so HA! This one is still throbbing, and bleeds upon attempts to clean. My ears are just sensitive, I suspect. Hurt quite a bit during the piercing, and I suspect that I'll have a painful few nights sleeping, but that'll be the end of it.
So, yay. Lyndsey suspects I'll set off metal detectors in airports. The worrying part is this might be true - the damn thing went off for my walking boots!
Went home. We were going to go up to the Comrades, but in the end we decided not to. Liz's brave and noble effort to smuggle alcohol into my house was not worth wasting.
Went home to an eerie lack of parents. They are currently in Glasgow (land of
moralanqua!) and having a Good Time, or so I hope. Then collected the dog, went back out again to collect my sister from a school trip. Bless me, aren't I a good big sister?The scary part was seeing my old PE/year 7 tutor/year 10 tutor, Mrs Turpin. She smiled at me.
"Hello Colleen! How are you!"
"Fine, thanks, and you?"
"Not too bad... do you miss us?"
"Not really."
That killed the conversation cold dead. For the first time in my life, sister saved me from social disaster and we went home. Kicked Megan upstairs and the alcohol was brought out. Even better, Monty Python's "The Meaning Of Life" was on. So we turned on the telly and kicked open the WKD. This was when Megan wandered back downstairs again. She looked horrified (we were drinking whilst sitting on the floor during Michael Palin singing "Every Sperm Is Scared". Don't blame her) and ran away again.
The film was good. I saw it last week, I realise, but it was just wonderfully silly and fun. And even better with alcohol. It's gross to, but it's just... brilliant. I was gutted that they seemed to cut bits of it out (I remember Death being far more menacing) but it was fun.
And then we watched Blackadder and laughed like loons. Was distrubed to see the sight of Rowan Atkinson in leather pants and heels strangely
Woke up the next morning by Lucy phoning me. I thought I would beat her to death, but it was too eearly. Put Liz onto a bus (God, I hope she actually made it home... *worries*) and then I went home quickly before dragging Megan out to go ice skating. This was in between a phone call from my mum.
"Happy birthday Mum!"
"Thanks... are you okay?" Bless my mum's heart.
"Yes, fine. You?"
"Are you hungover?"
"%^*$! I... what?"
"Your sister texted me. You had loads of alcohol, apparently!"
"Yeah, but... erm..."
"And have you had another piercing done?"
Happy birthday to my mother, forty today. And after that distressing conversation, out I went again.
See, I got the Saturday off work. I was looking forward to a nice day of doing Very Little. But oh no, I got roped into helping out with lots and lots of Brownies and Guides ice skating. Gyah. So, I turned up in specifically short trousers and warm clothes, and promptly started to melt. I'm too warm at the best of times, and with a slight cold it sets my internal thermostat nuts. But yes, I wore warm clothes and sat ona noisy coach with noisy Brownies. Ugh. Can't stand them. I help out at Guides because they're just about old enough to be bearable...
Enough of that. Once we got there, it was deliciously cold. I got ice skates, put them one, headed towards the ice...
"Colleen! Can you help them with thier skates?"
Bloody St Annes Guides all get babied to death by their leader. I had to do up their skates. Honestly. They're not hard. I did it out of a sort of grudging respect as one of them lives down the road and I'd like to prove that our family aren't the hellish monsters we're presumed to be. But there we are.
Skating was fuuuun, though. I haven't done it for about a year, but I seem to still have my balance. Not that I'm very good, or very fast, but I like gliding along. Only fell on my arse once too, which is an improvement. Typically, though, just as I was getting into it I was dragged back off again and onto a noisy coach of Brownies and Guides. Ugh.
Went back via the chippie. Accidentally conned the bloke into giving me the wrong change. It was a complete accident, though - I thought I had nothing buy £10 in my purse, when in fact there was a fiver in there. So, I took out a note and gave it to him, and he gives me my chage, to which I huffily say "Hang about, I have you a tenner!" So, he gives me an axtra fiver to make it it up. Out we toddle, and I look in my purse, and nestling in there in a £10 note. Only half way across the park did I remember the fact I did have chage in there after all.
The chips were manky, though, so I feel satisfied.
And now I am home. After basically kicking the computer to death, I got it working again, and now it's far later than it should be. Whoops. I'm enjoying mad power more than I should. I have to cook tomorrow though, which is less fun.
And now I will go to bed. Honestly. Among other things, I'm shattered and lose an hours sleep tonight...
DAMN! Forgot to take the chicken out of the freezer!
~Hathy_Col~
