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Jun. 23rd, 2004 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycol*pokes flist* Work, bitch!
Stupid computer.
Anyhoo.
Last night, I had a nice night. Sat and watched Bollywood Star with my Mum, instead of my usual frantic trying to steal the TV to watch the repeat. It was the final, anyway. I'm really glad that Sofia got kicked out. She was a bitch and needed a slap. I'm really chuffed that Rupac (spl? My bad) won, though. She was a fantastic actress, and really deserved it. So there.
During the show, the back part of my cap fell off. Well, fair enough. It wasn't actually wobbly after that, as I could shut my mouth and everything! Wow!
Went to bed pretty early, as I was knackered. I like sleeping, and the weather is so perfect for it. It's much darker than it should be, and even better the rain means that there's this pattering against the window which just reminds you that you're safe and warm. Lovely.
Woke up at 10.00, since I had no college until 2.30, and going in before that was prety much optional. So, I pattered around the house, and worried vaguely about my tooth. It felt wrong - pushing against my other one. Still, never mind. Did usual morning processes, went to brush my teeth...
Click! You know when you're a young child, and you can feel that moment where your tooth gets just that little bit more shaky, and is ready to pop out? That was the feeling. Hesitantly spat out the toothpaste, and the bloody cap went with it. Gross! There's no other word, no matter how much of a 13 year old it makes me feel. It's foul, seeing a bloody yellow acyrllic excuse for a tooth sitting in your sink. I have quite nice teeth. Bad overbite and crooked lower line, but they're really rather white. No sure why.
Anyway, that was the end of that. Rolled it up in a tissue, blah-di-blah, prepared briefly to phone college and the dentist to explain the problem...
... gave up. Fuck it, I don't care anymore. Really, truly and utterly don't. I have a horrible excuse for a tooth with what's left. I have to cover up my mouth when laughing, smiling is a carefully constructed artform and let's not go into speaking. I can, however, do it. Therefore, I will remain comfortable, eat properly and make sure not to show anyone freaky tooth.
Anyway, it seemed to work, as no one actually noticed. Thatm or they were just too afraid to say anything. It was a nice daym albeit quiet. Spent lunchtime talking to Chris (understand he has an LJ somewhere) about Harry Potter, Death Eaterkink fic, Pawn To Queen (!) and Mary-Sues. Ah, real bonding on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pottersues. Politics was quiet, too. We had a bit of a ramble about deference and whatnot, but the othert two noisy people who I tend to bounce off and class becomes more spirited where off in London or something similiar. Shame.
And that was my day. Laughed most of the way home ("Hermione and Ron aren't going to get together, you freaks!"), and forgot to cover up my mouth, meaning that Matt commented that with an eyepatch I'd look like a pirate, and with whiskey I'd look like a hobo. Both are occasionally appealing prospects.
Mum is horrifed that I'm not going to the dentist, but sod her as well.
I have tomorrow off! Hurrah for Pervy Dave cancelling lessons! Jess is coming around, and we shall watch Clockwork Orange and look knowledgeable come Friday.
Megan's friends continue to annoy me.
FrAnCeScA Go eNgLaNd!Go gO! says:
so y was megan on b4 then hey
FrAnCeScA Go eNgLaNd!Go gO! says:
liar
sum1 wil go down like a grani on a frosti mornin!!!!!!! says:
Megan was on before because it was her turn on the computer, fuckwit
I used to be fairly polite. Now I'm just getting annoyed with her. The same girl comes on EVERY
TIME and normally once or twice while I'm on the computer.
sum1 wil go down like a grani on a frosti mornin!!!!!!! says:
Good lord, do you honestly think you're the first person to call me that?
FrAnCeScA Go eNgLaNd!Go gO! says:
dnt u talk to me like that im betta than u
sum1 wil go down like a grani on a frosti mornin!!!!!!! says:
You wish.
Immature? Certainly. She's just gone offline. Shame.
~Hathy_Col~
Stupid computer.
Anyhoo.
Last night, I had a nice night. Sat and watched Bollywood Star with my Mum, instead of my usual frantic trying to steal the TV to watch the repeat. It was the final, anyway. I'm really glad that Sofia got kicked out. She was a bitch and needed a slap. I'm really chuffed that Rupac (spl? My bad) won, though. She was a fantastic actress, and really deserved it. So there.
During the show, the back part of my cap fell off. Well, fair enough. It wasn't actually wobbly after that, as I could shut my mouth and everything! Wow!
Went to bed pretty early, as I was knackered. I like sleeping, and the weather is so perfect for it. It's much darker than it should be, and even better the rain means that there's this pattering against the window which just reminds you that you're safe and warm. Lovely.
Woke up at 10.00, since I had no college until 2.30, and going in before that was prety much optional. So, I pattered around the house, and worried vaguely about my tooth. It felt wrong - pushing against my other one. Still, never mind. Did usual morning processes, went to brush my teeth...
Click! You know when you're a young child, and you can feel that moment where your tooth gets just that little bit more shaky, and is ready to pop out? That was the feeling. Hesitantly spat out the toothpaste, and the bloody cap went with it. Gross! There's no other word, no matter how much of a 13 year old it makes me feel. It's foul, seeing a bloody yellow acyrllic excuse for a tooth sitting in your sink. I have quite nice teeth. Bad overbite and crooked lower line, but they're really rather white. No sure why.
Anyway, that was the end of that. Rolled it up in a tissue, blah-di-blah, prepared briefly to phone college and the dentist to explain the problem...
... gave up. Fuck it, I don't care anymore. Really, truly and utterly don't. I have a horrible excuse for a tooth with what's left. I have to cover up my mouth when laughing, smiling is a carefully constructed artform and let's not go into speaking. I can, however, do it. Therefore, I will remain comfortable, eat properly and make sure not to show anyone freaky tooth.
Anyway, it seemed to work, as no one actually noticed. Thatm or they were just too afraid to say anything. It was a nice daym albeit quiet. Spent lunchtime talking to Chris (understand he has an LJ somewhere) about Harry Potter, Death Eater
pottersues. Politics was quiet, too. We had a bit of a ramble about deference and whatnot, but the othert two noisy people who I tend to bounce off and class becomes more spirited where off in London or something similiar. Shame.And that was my day. Laughed most of the way home ("Hermione and Ron aren't going to get together, you freaks!"), and forgot to cover up my mouth, meaning that Matt commented that with an eyepatch I'd look like a pirate, and with whiskey I'd look like a hobo. Both are occasionally appealing prospects.
Mum is horrifed that I'm not going to the dentist, but sod her as well.
I have tomorrow off! Hurrah for Pervy Dave cancelling lessons! Jess is coming around, and we shall watch Clockwork Orange and look knowledgeable come Friday.
Megan's friends continue to annoy me.
FrAnCeScA Go eNgLaNd!Go gO! says:
so y was megan on b4 then hey
FrAnCeScA Go eNgLaNd!Go gO! says:
liar
sum1 wil go down like a grani on a frosti mornin!!!!!!! says:
Megan was on before because it was her turn on the computer, fuckwit
I used to be fairly polite. Now I'm just getting annoyed with her. The same girl comes on EVERY
TIME and normally once or twice while I'm on the computer.
sum1 wil go down like a grani on a frosti mornin!!!!!!! says:
Good lord, do you honestly think you're the first person to call me that?
FrAnCeScA Go eNgLaNd!Go gO! says:
dnt u talk to me like that im betta than u
sum1 wil go down like a grani on a frosti mornin!!!!!!! says:
You wish.
Immature? Certainly. She's just gone offline. Shame.
~Hathy_Col~
