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Apr. 3rd, 2004 11:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycol[I started writing this a while ago. It should be noted that I'm finishing it much later, after three vodkas. Wheee!]
Where in holy hell is my life going? Not that I can complain; life has been unusually good in the last few days.
On Friday, I did go home early. This was after the principal (it is so weird to say that as opposed to headmaster) actually came out and spoke to me whilst I was waiting for the bus and told me to two 'finalists' for the job. I can now sod coonfidentiality, by the way - it was Evil Anne (A-) and Nice Andrew (An-). Fingers, toes and other parts crossed, it's Andrew. He was nice.
So, I went home, as you do, got changed, and trundled out again to Southport. Mum being my mum was panicking.
"What time will you be back?"
"I don't know."
"What tme does the film finish?"
"I don't know that, either. And I'll be back LATER than that, anyway."
And on. And on.
Went in and saw Simon. And other people. For the first time in my life, I felt colourful and then other people emerged and suddenly I felt normal again. This was a suprisingly big thing - colourful is not an adjective applied to me, unless referring to my language. But yes. For the first time in my life, I wasn't questioned about getting into an 18-rated film (egads!) which was a turning point in my life. One day, I might actually get served without my slightly doctored NUS card. I can but dream.
I've never seen the original, and as such I had nothing to compare it to. I enjoyed it though - a lot. It started as it meant to go on - with zombies and blood and gore, and frankly enough I'm not complaining. The characters actually had a fair bit of development here and there. The post apoclpytic stuff was... scary but I've been in the mood for that recently. The film lurched a lot, too. Yet it worked - the scary momentd were tempered by genuine humour, and you didn't notice the gore after a while.
Okay, that sounded wooden. And why? Because Dr Matt was in it! I'm sure he has a name, but the lead hero was Dr Matt from American Gothic. Simon and I squeed, me more hysterically. Dr Matt! Eeek.
We got out the film eventually and walked back into Southport. It was at this point I got to know various New People, and I got on particularly well with a lad called Ollie. We're decided that he is, in fact, my male counterpart. He's obsessed with Amanda Tapping, for a start. At any rate, we Bonded whilst standing next to the bustop after the trek to go and buy alcohol.
It was at this point it all went slightly wrong. Mark (I think Enid will know him. He's a prat, anyway) decided to break a full bottle of whiskey. As we're socially concious alcoholics, we stared picking up the glass. the bus driver chose then to turn up, look at us in disgust, and drive off.
£%^*"!
An hour until the next bus. *facepalm* Cue andering to MacDonalds. And who should we see, but a full contingent of teachers from my old high school, including Scary Form Teacher From Hell. Oh, and the music teacher who failed me. We went to say hi. They stared in terror. So did we.
We then actually managed to get on a bus and toddle home.
[And here is where I started typing again. I'll fix the errors in the morning.]
So... where was I up to? Ah yes; going home. I faced the third degree from my mother as to why I rolled through the door at 10.30 when I said I might be home at eight and why I smelt of whiskey. Panicked and went to bed instead. Story of my life...
Woke up in the morning and dragged myself to work. It was terribly dull, and the most exciting part seemed to be getting to read FOTR in my half hour break. I wandered out to my till, sat down, and suddenly there was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loneraven.
Stared. She stared back. "I didn't quite believe you worked here!"
Attempting to cover up hideous green and orange uniform didn't quick work, alas. She looked at my nose, and I told her mum where the carpet thingies were. It was suprisingly fun, actually. I don't get visitors at work normally! It's worrying that was the highlight of my day, but there we are.
And so, I came home. I was... suprised by huge bloody great matress waiting for me, which I then proudly put onto bed by myself. independence I tell you! It's big, squashy, and generally weird.
I wandered around for a little while, I started writing a post for LJ. And then I went and I showered. For tonight I had to wind my way to a family party as part of a deal that got me to the cinema last night. So, I got ready. And I decided that hey, I'd change my nose piercing - I've had it done for long enough and all that. It came out fairly easily, so I was all chuffed. I then tried to put it back in again, just to test.
And it wouldn't go back in again. I panicked. Throughly. I then tried to put the little Celtic cross, which went in. Phew, I thought, but then decided to put back in the main one just because my nose was obviously still tender blah blah. STILL wouldn't go in. So, I go to grab the Celtic cross...
... which promptly slipped, bounced upon new mattress and below the bed. Couldn't find it. Panicked again. Luckily, I intelligently bought two nose studs, so in goes the second one. It is there now. I also dislike it thoroughly, and I suspect a trip to Argos to buy multi-pack just so I can have a plain one again is in order. I'm an idiot but we all already knew that.
And then out we went to the Family Party. It's all fuzzy now, but it was bad. There was lots of people I didn't know. There was kareoke. There was a crap DJ. On the plus side, I managed to get three free vodkas. I am a light (it took me four goes to spell that) weight, however, and I decided to wander home HOURS earlier than El Parento. My feet hurt quite superbly - high heels and me have not talked for over eight months. And the alcohol is really kicking in. I need to go to bed, but I'm unwilling to since door is left open for parents to get in.
This post started off so promisingly, didn't it? You poor suckers. I feel sorry for you. This post has taken far too long - I don't seem to be able to type. Poor Lucy is suffering down the other end of MSN.
~Hathy_Col~
Where in holy hell is my life going? Not that I can complain; life has been unusually good in the last few days.
On Friday, I did go home early. This was after the principal (it is so weird to say that as opposed to headmaster) actually came out and spoke to me whilst I was waiting for the bus and told me to two 'finalists' for the job. I can now sod coonfidentiality, by the way - it was Evil Anne (A-) and Nice Andrew (An-). Fingers, toes and other parts crossed, it's Andrew. He was nice.
So, I went home, as you do, got changed, and trundled out again to Southport. Mum being my mum was panicking.
"What time will you be back?"
"I don't know."
"What tme does the film finish?"
"I don't know that, either. And I'll be back LATER than that, anyway."
And on. And on.
Went in and saw Simon. And other people. For the first time in my life, I felt colourful and then other people emerged and suddenly I felt normal again. This was a suprisingly big thing - colourful is not an adjective applied to me, unless referring to my language. But yes. For the first time in my life, I wasn't questioned about getting into an 18-rated film (egads!) which was a turning point in my life. One day, I might actually get served without my slightly doctored NUS card. I can but dream.
I've never seen the original, and as such I had nothing to compare it to. I enjoyed it though - a lot. It started as it meant to go on - with zombies and blood and gore, and frankly enough I'm not complaining. The characters actually had a fair bit of development here and there. The post apoclpytic stuff was... scary but I've been in the mood for that recently. The film lurched a lot, too. Yet it worked - the scary momentd were tempered by genuine humour, and you didn't notice the gore after a while.
Okay, that sounded wooden. And why? Because Dr Matt was in it! I'm sure he has a name, but the lead hero was Dr Matt from American Gothic. Simon and I squeed, me more hysterically. Dr Matt! Eeek.
We got out the film eventually and walked back into Southport. It was at this point I got to know various New People, and I got on particularly well with a lad called Ollie. We're decided that he is, in fact, my male counterpart. He's obsessed with Amanda Tapping, for a start. At any rate, we Bonded whilst standing next to the bustop after the trek to go and buy alcohol.
It was at this point it all went slightly wrong. Mark (I think Enid will know him. He's a prat, anyway) decided to break a full bottle of whiskey. As we're socially concious alcoholics, we stared picking up the glass. the bus driver chose then to turn up, look at us in disgust, and drive off.
£%^*"!
An hour until the next bus. *facepalm* Cue andering to MacDonalds. And who should we see, but a full contingent of teachers from my old high school, including Scary Form Teacher From Hell. Oh, and the music teacher who failed me. We went to say hi. They stared in terror. So did we.
We then actually managed to get on a bus and toddle home.
[And here is where I started typing again. I'll fix the errors in the morning.]
So... where was I up to? Ah yes; going home. I faced the third degree from my mother as to why I rolled through the door at 10.30 when I said I might be home at eight and why I smelt of whiskey. Panicked and went to bed instead. Story of my life...
Woke up in the morning and dragged myself to work. It was terribly dull, and the most exciting part seemed to be getting to read FOTR in my half hour break. I wandered out to my till, sat down, and suddenly there was
loneraven.Stared. She stared back. "I didn't quite believe you worked here!"
Attempting to cover up hideous green and orange uniform didn't quick work, alas. She looked at my nose, and I told her mum where the carpet thingies were. It was suprisingly fun, actually. I don't get visitors at work normally! It's worrying that was the highlight of my day, but there we are.
And so, I came home. I was... suprised by huge bloody great matress waiting for me, which I then proudly put onto bed by myself. independence I tell you! It's big, squashy, and generally weird.
I wandered around for a little while, I started writing a post for LJ. And then I went and I showered. For tonight I had to wind my way to a family party as part of a deal that got me to the cinema last night. So, I got ready. And I decided that hey, I'd change my nose piercing - I've had it done for long enough and all that. It came out fairly easily, so I was all chuffed. I then tried to put it back in again, just to test.
And it wouldn't go back in again. I panicked. Throughly. I then tried to put the little Celtic cross, which went in. Phew, I thought, but then decided to put back in the main one just because my nose was obviously still tender blah blah. STILL wouldn't go in. So, I go to grab the Celtic cross...
... which promptly slipped, bounced upon new mattress and below the bed. Couldn't find it. Panicked again. Luckily, I intelligently bought two nose studs, so in goes the second one. It is there now. I also dislike it thoroughly, and I suspect a trip to Argos to buy multi-pack just so I can have a plain one again is in order. I'm an idiot but we all already knew that.
And then out we went to the Family Party. It's all fuzzy now, but it was bad. There was lots of people I didn't know. There was kareoke. There was a crap DJ. On the plus side, I managed to get three free vodkas. I am a light (it took me four goes to spell that) weight, however, and I decided to wander home HOURS earlier than El Parento. My feet hurt quite superbly - high heels and me have not talked for over eight months. And the alcohol is really kicking in. I need to go to bed, but I'm unwilling to since door is left open for parents to get in.
This post started off so promisingly, didn't it? You poor suckers. I feel sorry for you. This post has taken far too long - I don't seem to be able to type. Poor Lucy is suffering down the other end of MSN.
~Hathy_Col~
