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Jun. 19th, 2004 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI've been sitting here for over ten minues trying desperately to remember all the things that I thought "Hey! This needs to go in my journal for future posterity/other people's amusement/to jog my memory." This does not appear to be happening, as instead I'm sitting here and ranting at my crappy computer for somehow managing to make media player files skip. Only in my house could this happen.
Okay, brain, you can do this...
Friday was a tiring day. I had a morning of politics in which we did everything we'd done in our first month. There was an actual moment where the entire class reeled off the definition of deference she'd given us the year before. Our lessons are weird, at the moment - we have four hours of them in the morning (all the same lesson! Gah!) and one in the afternoon. I am, however, fiendishly excited by the prospect of a four hour history session with no past papers. I really do detest exam practice. I apparently have go and Talk to Dave in the morning - we all have appointments in which careers and other such gunk is discussed. This is probably a good thing, to get a natter with someone who has actually done a history degree. Believe it or not, though, I tend to freeze up in this kind of situation and blindly agree to what I'm told.
Friday lunchtime consisted of a toddle to Orrell, and the afternoon ws brilliant. After much nagging, Claudine has finally given us our coursework grades, since her other class managed to wheedle them out of her... me and Liz have managed to wangle ourselves an A. An A. I did a funny little squeak, and I was laughed at. As well I should have been! It's very comforting to know that I have that as a safety net now for my NMT paper...
We also watched the first half of Battle Royale. Somewhere along the lines, I have lost my squeamishness. I blame Romero films. At any rate, I thoroughly enjoyed the bit I saw. Yes, it's distasteful, twisted and slightly headtrippy, but I was really rather reluctant to leave the classroom. I wanted to know what happened. I was really amused, however, to hear a few huffs of "That's disgusting!" Anyway, should the ending match up to the rest, I will get me a copy of the DVD.
Speaking of, I have been paid. Hurrah!
Friday night I meant to write a Real Proper Update, but instead I got dragged off to Guides in which we toasted marshmellows in the middle of Scarisbrick campsite. They were terribly nice, and I was again amused when I had to teach Emily the art of toasting a proper marshmellow.
1. Put marshmellow onto strong, long stick whic can be easily manoevered. Make sure stick is dry, and don't worry about germs - I'm conviced they get burnt to death.
2. Lean towards fire, wielding marshmellow-onna-stick.
3. Put marshmellow-onna-stick into fire, leaning over the warmest part in the middle of a flame.
4. Leave for 20 seconds, or until it catches fire.
5. Blow out frantically whilst yelling "ARGH! IT'S ON FIRE!" Running around in a circle, however, is counterproductive and will make the marshmellow go cold.
6. Leave for two seconds. Put all into mouth. Luxuriate in the weirdest taste sensation. Brown sauce is a surprisingly nice addition to this, but I'm the only one that thinks so.
Went home. Went to bed. Slept for a very long time, and wanted to sleep still longer when I woke up this morning. Nevertheless, I dragged my carcass to work, and I have discovered my problem with it. The hours are fine. The wages have gone up, and they're very good at paying my overtime. (I got £45 worth of overtime! That's more than two weeks pay!) I don't actually mind the customers - awkward ones make me giggle, and some people are genuinely a pleasure to talk to. No, it's the staff. I get on with some people. Sadly, nearly everyone I trained with has left (lucky buggars), the other people I liked have left, and now Chris is leaving. Chris rocks. We sit and natter about fandom (in a veiled form) his girlfriend, and we once spent an hour (in between customers) talking about How Every Single X-Man Could Have Sex. And he is leaving in a month. This will leave me with people who I have tried to talk to, but we just don't share any interests, or common ground. Shallow, vacuous bitches with nothing better to talk about. Sometimes, I feel like just standing up and declaring "I do not wear make up! My only jewellery is pushed through my skin with needles! I don't have a boyfriend, either! I've never been to Code, nor do I want to!"
Fuck 'em. Need to find me a new job in which a lot of time isn't spent hanging around on tills with people who dont even talk to me. It's got to the point where I'm very slightly wary of going to Customer Services, because I'mvery paranoid that they're annoyed with me for some reason.
Yes. New job hunt beginning as soon as parents acquire new bathroom.
And now I am at home. Tomorrow, I should be going training, but I'm not sure if that's still going ahead - need![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hammer_stike to e-mail me back, as I've lost his phone number again. It's also Fathers Day tomorrow, so I have to haul myself out of bed to cook Something Nice. Going out with Andrew in the afternoon - would have been Shrek 2 but he got the dates wrong, so instead it's PoA again. Can't really complain, can I?
Am getting used to the crown, now, but I'm still being careful over eating. It feels a bit weird, as though some of it's about to come off at the back - hope it doesn't. I'm not going back to the dentist, especially as my follow-up appointment clashes nicely with the university day at college. Hasty bus journey for me - I can probably just about make history that afternoon, and I'm guilt tripping my parents into coming in the evening. I was really hurt when they said they 'might' go. It's almost as if now that I'm in college, and doing well, all the attention is on my sister who isn't doing so well. And now I'm whinging, so I'll go away.
Finally...
I want anyone and everyone who reads this to post in here something they would LIKE to do with me SOMEDAY.
Then post this in your journal to find out what I want to do with you.
I have ordered Flash Gordon. Watch me do the dance of joy.
~Hathy_Col~
Okay, brain, you can do this...
Friday was a tiring day. I had a morning of politics in which we did everything we'd done in our first month. There was an actual moment where the entire class reeled off the definition of deference she'd given us the year before. Our lessons are weird, at the moment - we have four hours of them in the morning (all the same lesson! Gah!) and one in the afternoon. I am, however, fiendishly excited by the prospect of a four hour history session with no past papers. I really do detest exam practice. I apparently have go and Talk to Dave in the morning - we all have appointments in which careers and other such gunk is discussed. This is probably a good thing, to get a natter with someone who has actually done a history degree. Believe it or not, though, I tend to freeze up in this kind of situation and blindly agree to what I'm told.
Friday lunchtime consisted of a toddle to Orrell, and the afternoon ws brilliant. After much nagging, Claudine has finally given us our coursework grades, since her other class managed to wheedle them out of her... me and Liz have managed to wangle ourselves an A. An A. I did a funny little squeak, and I was laughed at. As well I should have been! It's very comforting to know that I have that as a safety net now for my NMT paper...
We also watched the first half of Battle Royale. Somewhere along the lines, I have lost my squeamishness. I blame Romero films. At any rate, I thoroughly enjoyed the bit I saw. Yes, it's distasteful, twisted and slightly headtrippy, but I was really rather reluctant to leave the classroom. I wanted to know what happened. I was really amused, however, to hear a few huffs of "That's disgusting!" Anyway, should the ending match up to the rest, I will get me a copy of the DVD.
Speaking of, I have been paid. Hurrah!
Friday night I meant to write a Real Proper Update, but instead I got dragged off to Guides in which we toasted marshmellows in the middle of Scarisbrick campsite. They were terribly nice, and I was again amused when I had to teach Emily the art of toasting a proper marshmellow.
1. Put marshmellow onto strong, long stick whic can be easily manoevered. Make sure stick is dry, and don't worry about germs - I'm conviced they get burnt to death.
2. Lean towards fire, wielding marshmellow-onna-stick.
3. Put marshmellow-onna-stick into fire, leaning over the warmest part in the middle of a flame.
4. Leave for 20 seconds, or until it catches fire.
5. Blow out frantically whilst yelling "ARGH! IT'S ON FIRE!" Running around in a circle, however, is counterproductive and will make the marshmellow go cold.
6. Leave for two seconds. Put all into mouth. Luxuriate in the weirdest taste sensation. Brown sauce is a surprisingly nice addition to this, but I'm the only one that thinks so.
Went home. Went to bed. Slept for a very long time, and wanted to sleep still longer when I woke up this morning. Nevertheless, I dragged my carcass to work, and I have discovered my problem with it. The hours are fine. The wages have gone up, and they're very good at paying my overtime. (I got £45 worth of overtime! That's more than two weeks pay!) I don't actually mind the customers - awkward ones make me giggle, and some people are genuinely a pleasure to talk to. No, it's the staff. I get on with some people. Sadly, nearly everyone I trained with has left (lucky buggars), the other people I liked have left, and now Chris is leaving. Chris rocks. We sit and natter about fandom (in a veiled form) his girlfriend, and we once spent an hour (in between customers) talking about How Every Single X-Man Could Have Sex. And he is leaving in a month. This will leave me with people who I have tried to talk to, but we just don't share any interests, or common ground. Shallow, vacuous bitches with nothing better to talk about. Sometimes, I feel like just standing up and declaring "I do not wear make up! My only jewellery is pushed through my skin with needles! I don't have a boyfriend, either! I've never been to Code, nor do I want to!"
Fuck 'em. Need to find me a new job in which a lot of time isn't spent hanging around on tills with people who dont even talk to me. It's got to the point where I'm very slightly wary of going to Customer Services, because I'm
Yes. New job hunt beginning as soon as parents acquire new bathroom.
And now I am at home. Tomorrow, I should be going training, but I'm not sure if that's still going ahead - need
hammer_stike to e-mail me back, as I've lost his phone number again. It's also Fathers Day tomorrow, so I have to haul myself out of bed to cook Something Nice. Going out with Andrew in the afternoon - would have been Shrek 2 but he got the dates wrong, so instead it's PoA again. Can't really complain, can I? Am getting used to the crown, now, but I'm still being careful over eating. It feels a bit weird, as though some of it's about to come off at the back - hope it doesn't. I'm not going back to the dentist, especially as my follow-up appointment clashes nicely with the university day at college. Hasty bus journey for me - I can probably just about make history that afternoon, and I'm guilt tripping my parents into coming in the evening. I was really hurt when they said they 'might' go. It's almost as if now that I'm in college, and doing well, all the attention is on my sister who isn't doing so well. And now I'm whinging, so I'll go away.
Finally...
I want anyone and everyone who reads this to post in here something they would LIKE to do with me SOMEDAY.
Then post this in your journal to find out what I want to do with you.
I have ordered Flash Gordon. Watch me do the dance of joy.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-06-19 03:39 pm (UTC)xxx
ps - flash gordon? WTF? Getting your Brian Blessed fix!
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Date: 2004-06-19 03:40 pm (UTC)There is a lil asshat biatch and her fic at OSA. If you should ever want to SUE!DESTROY them...
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Date: 2004-06-20 01:37 am (UTC)Give me a name...
(And yes, I need my Brian Blessed fix and I alkso need to show various people who he actually is and why I got so overexcited at the prospect of meeting him.)
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Date: 2004-06-20 01:54 am (UTC)We hates her and her stoopid Orc porn! Grrrr!!
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Date: 2004-06-20 11:54 am (UTC)Liked 'the art of toasting a marshmallow' muchly.
Someone else I know keeps referring to 'the dance of joy', may I ask if this is just coincidence or a major quote I am missing out on?!? (I feel like an idiot now.)
Something I'd like to do with you someday? Meet you again. Your taste in music is great.
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Date: 2004-06-21 02:06 am (UTC)The dance of joy is quote from Angel. "Numfar! Do the dance of joy!" Basically, they go to Lorne's home dimension, in which there is no music. There is, however, dancing that is both bad and tacky. One of these is the dance of joy. All you see in the background of an entire scene is a green demon doing this absolute terrible dance, and it's hysterical. Even funnier, it's Joss Whedon under the make-up.
And we do need to meet again!
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Date: 2004-06-25 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-25 01:33 pm (UTC)... if you are someone I know (Della?) then thank youi for the compliment. Leave your name, etc?
And if you're not genuine, then you're an arsehole.
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Date: 2004-06-28 01:55 am (UTC)In the meantime answer this please: Are you intrigued to know who I am?
what are your sexual preferences as I am confused.
Is it the heavenly womans body that you so desire or the strong masculine male? Farewell My Darling Colleen xxx
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Date: 2004-08-03 02:16 pm (UTC)Methinks you are playing with me, Anonymous Commenter. My preferences are well detailed (generally girls but occasionally lads if they are pretty/immortal) and that's the end of it.
So buggar off.