"They're all twats!"
May. 29th, 2004 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolWell, bugger.
All week I've not actually done a lot, thinking that I'd get all my Evil And Nasty revision sorted next week.
However, I have just agreed to go to Liverpool not once but twice with the Resident Lunatics and Christine. I love both dearly, so there was no way I was going to say no (the first I don't get to see every often; the second I've completely let down about our summer plans) but this does buggar up my revision plans. As such, I will actually do a lot of work tomorrow; ideally, I'll get through at least half a module of history, almost all of which I've done in the last term so it shouldn't be as torturous as Unit 1. ("The Five Knights case? What? This isn't important, isn't it...")
As such, I will now try and update so that I can work like a demon and reward myself over the week.
Last night, I didn't watch Friends, as I didn't actually return home from work until 9.20. As such, I watched Have I Got News For You and felt virtuous. Then the inevitable happened: I watched Big Brother. Initial response:
"They're all twats!"
Well, they are. They're going to be obsessed with sex and arguments this series. Well, more so. The men all annoy me ("Four A's at A-Level? Oh, do grow up." "AAARRGGHHH! Naked muscly man! God, I knew there was a reason I was gay..." "He's more girly than I am!") as they're all eejits. The women are tarts, except for Kitten who I fear I will eventually turn into (shoot me if I do...) and Nadia, who looks like a large Monica Belluci. Worrying, since she is in fact a transsexual.
I'll still be helplessly addicted and posting about the house events, though.
I then went upstiars and watched ROTK throughout much of the night. Now, I cry a lot. I can't help it. Beautiful music makes me cry if I'm in the right mood; spectacular sights bring tears to my eyes; soaps can occasionally set me off. Ironically, though, I very rarely cry about Personal Events, so there we are. ROTK I cried all the way through, last night. I cried at the Hobbits; I cried at the beacon scene because it's so gorgeous. I then went to sleep as I had work the next day, but I've finished watching it now, and once more, I wept like a big, pathetic girly. I do so terribly love that film. I really, really do.
Work was shite today, and when they asked me to stay longer at five to four I practically shrieked "NO!" rather than a half decent, polite, "she's the one who signs my paycheques" response. But I came home, and I must admit that I did the happy dance when I saw that Interview With The Vampre has finally fallen through my door.
Unfortunately, it came with bad news. I signed up a while ago for "In4mers" which is a Guide-based peer education thing. It's look good ont he UCAS form, I thought.
What I didn't realise is that a. I signed up to something with a dreadful netspeak title and b. I have to toddle down to London in October for training. I am mad. I hope Lara's doing this, so I actually have support in this thing I've signed up for. How the bloody hell am I supposed to get to London? Transport paid, admittingly, but still.
On the bright side, I have pretty vampires on DVD to watch tonight. Tomorrow: Here I come, First And Second English Civil War (now with extra added Scottish on BOTH sides in different wars!)
*hugs to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elentari_valie and moralanqua*
~Hathy_Col~
All week I've not actually done a lot, thinking that I'd get all my Evil And Nasty revision sorted next week.
However, I have just agreed to go to Liverpool not once but twice with the Resident Lunatics and Christine. I love both dearly, so there was no way I was going to say no (the first I don't get to see every often; the second I've completely let down about our summer plans) but this does buggar up my revision plans. As such, I will actually do a lot of work tomorrow; ideally, I'll get through at least half a module of history, almost all of which I've done in the last term so it shouldn't be as torturous as Unit 1. ("The Five Knights case? What? This isn't important, isn't it...")
As such, I will now try and update so that I can work like a demon and reward myself over the week.
Last night, I didn't watch Friends, as I didn't actually return home from work until 9.20. As such, I watched Have I Got News For You and felt virtuous. Then the inevitable happened: I watched Big Brother. Initial response:
"They're all twats!"
Well, they are. They're going to be obsessed with sex and arguments this series. Well, more so. The men all annoy me ("Four A's at A-Level? Oh, do grow up." "AAARRGGHHH! Naked muscly man! God, I knew there was a reason I was gay..." "He's more girly than I am!") as they're all eejits. The women are tarts, except for Kitten who I fear I will eventually turn into (shoot me if I do...) and Nadia, who looks like a large Monica Belluci. Worrying, since she is in fact a transsexual.
I'll still be helplessly addicted and posting about the house events, though.
I then went upstiars and watched ROTK throughout much of the night. Now, I cry a lot. I can't help it. Beautiful music makes me cry if I'm in the right mood; spectacular sights bring tears to my eyes; soaps can occasionally set me off. Ironically, though, I very rarely cry about Personal Events, so there we are. ROTK I cried all the way through, last night. I cried at the Hobbits; I cried at the beacon scene because it's so gorgeous. I then went to sleep as I had work the next day, but I've finished watching it now, and once more, I wept like a big, pathetic girly. I do so terribly love that film. I really, really do.
Work was shite today, and when they asked me to stay longer at five to four I practically shrieked "NO!" rather than a half decent, polite, "she's the one who signs my paycheques" response. But I came home, and I must admit that I did the happy dance when I saw that Interview With The Vampre has finally fallen through my door.
Unfortunately, it came with bad news. I signed up a while ago for "In4mers" which is a Guide-based peer education thing. It's look good ont he UCAS form, I thought.
What I didn't realise is that a. I signed up to something with a dreadful netspeak title and b. I have to toddle down to London in October for training. I am mad. I hope Lara's doing this, so I actually have support in this thing I've signed up for. How the bloody hell am I supposed to get to London? Transport paid, admittingly, but still.
On the bright side, I have pretty vampires on DVD to watch tonight. Tomorrow: Here I come, First And Second English Civil War (now with extra added Scottish on BOTH sides in different wars!)
*hugs to
elentari_valie and moralanqua*~Hathy_Col~
