hathycol | My goodness, it has been a long few days.

The last few days have been somewhat interesting, to say the least. I have become a Communist-in-action and also a research subject. I have purchased two girly pick items of clothing (a dress and a bag!) and I have also got far too into the gory details of a head being cut off.

All in all, this is a post that casual readers and those who get bored easily with my rambly style should skip.

It began two days ago. I stumbled out of bed what was fairly early for me, donned my walking boots (always a necessity and the most comfy shoes I own) and buggared off to Liverpool, actually arriving on time and even slightly early, although

purplerainbow was earlier. Everyone turned up a few minutes later, and the "What's Mine Is Yours" principle was sorted out; books and videos were loaned, photos were given... it was all good. I'm actually in the process of reading The Science Of Discworld which I'm enjoying much more than I thought I would. It's taking me far too long to trek through the science bits, but that's always been the way.

My sister was discussed, as she was also wandering around Liverpool that day. We did attempt to hunt (well, to bother) her and her posse but it failed. This is a shame. We never did find her, either. However, we did go to Quiggins on a bit of a spree, which was entertaining, especially when we found our way to the other Bead Shop. Despite the place being, y'know, pink, I rather like it, and brought quite a few pairs of earrings and also some nose studs. We were all rather affluent, possibly being affected by Clare's new source of income. (She gets paid so much more than me! But so do most people.)

This ended up in us wandering to H&M, where I casually mentioned that I rather fancied a dress to go over a pair of jeans. Normally, I'm not a dress type of person, but I rather fancy a change. I like wearing big chunky boots, plain t-shirts and jeans, but everybody fancies a bit of variation in their lives. Perhaps it's because I'm growing my hair; who knows? I don't.

Anyway, H&M yielded a rather odd trip to the changing room. At first, I had a size twelve hippy type number, which was a weird red-pink pattern and rather floaty. The dress was tricky to get over my head, and seemed to be designed for someone with breasts at least two sizes smaller than I. (There was me thinking I was average... top heavy for my weight and height yes, but not that bad...) Anyway, I got it on, I strutted slightly around, and did a very Willow type moment. "Where did they come from?" So, I sent Iona out to grab a size 14.

I had... more problems. I couldn't get the damn thing over my head whatsoever. There was no zip, oddly, and I tugged and I tugged and it wouldn't budge. Panicked, but was hesitant to grab someone - had not actually shaved underarms that morning and do not like scary layers of fat (not a lot, just... cuddly) on upper body. Since I was stuck, though, I grabbed Iona, who looked terrified, and made her help. She apologised in advance for the inadvertant groping.

I tried on the size 14. Looked right and felt right, so took off with a lot of difficulty. Placed on hanger...

... and found the zip.

Duh.

The rest of the day seemed to spent in Starbucks, where we discussed piercings and cream was put on my nose.

Well, there's a reason we're called the Resident Lunatics.

Went home early (alas!) and had a rather dull night at work. Despite it being cold, wet and otherwise stormy all day, it was swelteringly warm, which is never a fun way to be. I do so hate my job with a passion.

Came home, watched Angel (my reaction was roughly this: "OMGWTF I H8 U!!!!!1" because that kind of jaw-dropping episode makes my intelligence drop several points) and went to bed. Aren't I great like that?

Woke up the next day and also went out to Liverpool, this time with Christine. We don't see each other nearly enough, frankly, and we had a generally really good day. Again with the buying of pink stuff; I now have a pretty pink cord bag which I rather like. Also finally brought the t-shirt I have been threatening to for some time. It simply reads: "I like women."

Hee!

Went back to Ormskirk, and had a brief tussle with someone from my old high school. It was somehow who I also went to primary school with, and the mental age just hasn't changed since we were about ten.

"You with your girlfriend there, Colleen?"

Sigh.

Also agreed to go with Christine to Preston to see a film with some of her friends. I don't think they particularly like me. Christine assures me this is normal and how they treat everyone, but all except for Dan and Duncan were quite hostile. Oh well. We went to see The Day After Tomorrow which was a kickarse film. I really, really enjoyed it. For one reason and another, it's been a while since I was able to gasp and just go "Ooooh..." at a film. This must have annoyed the people in the cinema, but I find myself not caring. It was fabby, and that is the end to it. Go and see it; a proper summer blockbuster!

Got the last bus home and sat by myself with a very nice driver who gave me the student discount and had Radio 2 on, which was something to listen to. Mind you, I did forget that I had Coldplay in my bag to listen to. I love that album. It's so melancholy and desperate, and yet somehow beautiful...

Anyway. Fell through the front door at 12.30am, so I'm much less popular at home. I did tell them I'd be home late; there was just a lot of creative truth telling in the process.

Woke up and felt like shit. Still do. Someone appears to be contagious, but I have a horrible nagging headache and generic sore throat. Bleurgh. Still, I persisted onards, and have now officially finished my history course revision. Well, notes. Fingers crossed, I can spent three solid days before the exams learning them.

This is, of course, between finishing off the politics course and also media. Oh, and my Imedhuir muse has come back from hiding behind my bookshelf, and she wants smut. It's the logical procession of the story from this point: Pissy!Erestor, Pissy!Tuilenn, Angry!Lindir... It Is What Is Meant To Happen. I just have to write it. Eeek.

Got a phone call this evening. Trust me when I tell you this is an achievement in itself (the phoneline is constantly blocked up for El Sister). However, it was a Welsh sounding woman saying in a very carefully pronounced voice:

"Hello, can I speak to Miss Colleen Cheetham please?"

My first reaction was along the lines of "Shit! The bank!/Shit! Work!/Shit! The police!" Why any of these people would be phoning, I was unsure. Nevertheless...

"Speaking..."

"I'm from the University Of Aberwystwyth..."

"..."

A very long time ago, I filled out a questionnaire about Why I Liked Lord Of The Rings because

nepygill mentioned it, and I was bored. It was just after I'd seen ROTK, and I was extremely poetic, gushing about why I loved the films. Stuck my phone number on the end as requested, and off I toddled.

Anyway, it appears they want to interview me because my answer were 'very interesting'. The problem is this: I'll be damned if I can remember what I wrote. I went and had a look at the website (there's 100,000 answers and they chose me?! The FUCK?!) but it's not jugged my memory at all. I remember waxing lyrical about the Rohirrim and their changed role, and I'm sure I mentioned "making new friends and also making my life more stable as a whole..."

As people who have met me may know, my writing style is uniquely my own and reflects how I speak, and yet not at all. Admittingly, I can pronounce Capital Letters sometimes, also italics I can say "nekkid!" and I can also pronounce the little ! in words just as whore!Legolas. Yet while I'm speaking, I'm also somewhat incoherant, I rant, I ramble, I repeat myself... I have stereotypical speech, basically. (Oh, why do I remember this sort of stuff after the English exam?) I'm now a little worried that what I say will make me sound like the bumbling incoherant fangirl that I am (I hope I mentioned "I'm obsessed..." and of course, it was before I bought Miranda) rather than Intelligent Book Fan.

Oh well. I am also a total fame whore and rather enjoy being able to talk about myself upon occasion (it's why I have this thing; makes it look sociable) so it promises to be a laugh. She said it'll be for 30 minutes or so.

I entirely blame

nepygill for this. This all started as a vague attempt to aid her with her dissertation...

And now I shall go and watch Big Brother. It looks to be interesting tonight; live surpise eviction because Kitten broke the rules! W00t!

Ahem.

Yes, this post was long. To paraphrase

loneraven, it took me much longer to write that it will take you flick past it. Besides, I vainly hope that it provided something in the way of amusement.

~Hathy_Col~