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May. 16th, 2004 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolMy, all kinds of crazy crap seems to have taken place. Look! An actual post with actual information, designed to entertain even though it probably won't!
Friday was nice. Last official day of college, despite me being in three out of five days next week for, y'know, finishing the politics course, and also a general studes exam. *facepalm* At any rate, about seven of us turned up in media, and we ended up watching POTC and waiting around for the bit where you can see Orlando's 'nine' tattoo. We were all hopeless girls and shrieked incessantly. Oiy!
Went home, and Megan declared we were going swimming with Guides. We were? Who forgot to tell me? Then realised that I did know, it was just pushed out of my brain with vodka. I also realised that we were leaving very soon, and I had hairy legs and basically was in not fit state for my generally scary pale legs to be shown off in public. Now, don't get me wrong; I'm not a prude, nor obsessed with beauty. Make up never happens for me, and I don't actually pluck ym eyebrows because I can't be arsed. I'm also quite comfortable in my body and I have quite nice legs due to dancing and the muscles are still there. But... hairy legs. No. I do have some standards!
So, I went out armed with my headphones and a book for when the little ones swam and I sat above them in the gallery feeling imperial.
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nepygill turned up. Ended up going home and getting swimming stuff. The entire swimming experience was spent lurking in dark corners and underwater. Was nice to see nepygill again, though - Hobbits, dissertations, the Appendices, Stargate and Evolution were all discussed at length, and I also got a MacDonalds apple pie out of it. A taste experience to be sure.
Went home, flat out refused the three phonecalls of "COLLEEN! COME TO THE PUB!" as I'm currently royally pissed off with Day Howarth and will end up snapping at him. Drink during lunchtime - bad idea. Scive your final psychology lesson to go away, get stoned, and subsequently be an arsehole on the bus? Fuck off. You want to smoke weed, that's fine, but in college where you can and do get thrown out is a Bad Thing. Anyway. He was being completely obnoxious to everyone, and that just annoys me. What's the fascination?
Possibly the bad mood continued to the next day. I rather resent being made to stay inside on an absolutely beautiful day and talking to customers and being happy and smiley. Three absolute fuckers didn't help, although it's nice when a. the wife, b. another customer and c. the security guard all come over and sympathise whilst telling them to basically fuck off. Note to self - trying to help people? Not worth it. Well, I tell a lie. I got a marriage proposal because I told some bloke that he could save money on all of his plants. Oookay...
Went to the cinema, which was fun. I ranted an awful lot athammer_strike, balthasar didn't turn up, but we toddled in to see Van Helsing and met Jess, Day and Danny The Welsh Mongolian. Dracula remained pretty. Obsession is not sated. Sigh.
Went back via the chippie and watched Eurovision whilst eating unhealthy meal. Once again, Terry Wogan made me really giggle "Look, France are going to give us the twelve points! Oh, they haven't. That's a surprise." Bit gutted we came sixteenth, although I am glad that Ukraine ("Xena, Warrior Princess!") won. It was cheesy and a total cliche, which is what Eurovision is meant to be. Hurrah for the Turkish entry, too. Odd, yet strangely fun.
Went to bed, woke up disgustingly early as it was sunny and warm. I actually did a lot of work today, or at least for me - I've learnt all of the research on gender and power. I'm quite chuffed. Okay, it's not as much as it could be, but I'm quite chilled. Most of my subjects don't need revision in the same manner as, say, my GCSEs. I'm Very Good at them. I have to learn dates and theories and Prime Ministers, but I only need remind myself rather than actually learn them. Again, unlike my GCSEs in which I had to teach myself most of the science syllabus. Coming out with BB still rates as one of my highest achievements to date. Sad, innit?
It's one of the gloriously warm days in which the sun just seems to gently caress you. I'm not much of a sun worhsipper, but I must confess that I'm rather enjoying it. I did all my revision in the garden with the radio and I just felt relaxed, for a change. We had a barbeque and everything. It was just... contentness/
This feeling will disappear when I buggar off to college at 8am tomorrow morning, but oh well. Lara is coming around tomorrow, and Mum is panicking in case the dog knocked her over. I told her the dog was in more trouble, and she didn't seem comforted. Strange, that.
~Hathy_Col~
Friday was nice. Last official day of college, despite me being in three out of five days next week for, y'know, finishing the politics course, and also a general studes exam. *facepalm* At any rate, about seven of us turned up in media, and we ended up watching POTC and waiting around for the bit where you can see Orlando's 'nine' tattoo. We were all hopeless girls and shrieked incessantly. Oiy!
Went home, and Megan declared we were going swimming with Guides. We were? Who forgot to tell me? Then realised that I did know, it was just pushed out of my brain with vodka. I also realised that we were leaving very soon, and I had hairy legs and basically was in not fit state for my generally scary pale legs to be shown off in public. Now, don't get me wrong; I'm not a prude, nor obsessed with beauty. Make up never happens for me, and I don't actually pluck ym eyebrows because I can't be arsed. I'm also quite comfortable in my body and I have quite nice legs due to dancing and the muscles are still there. But... hairy legs. No. I do have some standards!
So, I went out armed with my headphones and a book for when the little ones swam and I sat above them in the gallery feeling imperial.
nepygill turned up. Ended up going home and getting swimming stuff. The entire swimming experience was spent lurking in dark corners and underwater. Was nice to see nepygill again, though - Hobbits, dissertations, the Appendices, Stargate and Evolution were all discussed at length, and I also got a MacDonalds apple pie out of it. A taste experience to be sure.Went home, flat out refused the three phonecalls of "COLLEEN! COME TO THE PUB!" as I'm currently royally pissed off with Day Howarth and will end up snapping at him. Drink during lunchtime - bad idea. Scive your final psychology lesson to go away, get stoned, and subsequently be an arsehole on the bus? Fuck off. You want to smoke weed, that's fine, but in college where you can and do get thrown out is a Bad Thing. Anyway. He was being completely obnoxious to everyone, and that just annoys me. What's the fascination?
Possibly the bad mood continued to the next day. I rather resent being made to stay inside on an absolutely beautiful day and talking to customers and being happy and smiley. Three absolute fuckers didn't help, although it's nice when a. the wife, b. another customer and c. the security guard all come over and sympathise whilst telling them to basically fuck off. Note to self - trying to help people? Not worth it. Well, I tell a lie. I got a marriage proposal because I told some bloke that he could save money on all of his plants. Oookay...
Went to the cinema, which was fun. I ranted an awful lot at
hammer_strike, balthasar didn't turn up, but we toddled in to see Van Helsing and met Jess, Day and Danny The Welsh Mongolian. Dracula remained pretty. Obsession is not sated. Sigh.Went back via the chippie and watched Eurovision whilst eating unhealthy meal. Once again, Terry Wogan made me really giggle "Look, France are going to give us the twelve points! Oh, they haven't. That's a surprise." Bit gutted we came sixteenth, although I am glad that Ukraine ("Xena, Warrior Princess!") won. It was cheesy and a total cliche, which is what Eurovision is meant to be. Hurrah for the Turkish entry, too. Odd, yet strangely fun.
Went to bed, woke up disgustingly early as it was sunny and warm. I actually did a lot of work today, or at least for me - I've learnt all of the research on gender and power. I'm quite chuffed. Okay, it's not as much as it could be, but I'm quite chilled. Most of my subjects don't need revision in the same manner as, say, my GCSEs. I'm Very Good at them. I have to learn dates and theories and Prime Ministers, but I only need remind myself rather than actually learn them. Again, unlike my GCSEs in which I had to teach myself most of the science syllabus. Coming out with BB still rates as one of my highest achievements to date. Sad, innit?
It's one of the gloriously warm days in which the sun just seems to gently caress you. I'm not much of a sun worhsipper, but I must confess that I'm rather enjoying it. I did all my revision in the garden with the radio and I just felt relaxed, for a change. We had a barbeque and everything. It was just... contentness/
This feeling will disappear when I buggar off to college at 8am tomorrow morning, but oh well. Lara is coming around tomorrow, and Mum is panicking in case the dog knocked her over. I told her the dog was in more trouble, and she didn't seem comforted. Strange, that.
~Hathy_Col~
