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First real memory of something: Erm... sister being born. I got a doll out of the deal. Frankly enough, I'd have rather had the doll.
First car: Alas, nor yet. Fingers crossed for driving lessons for my birthday - El Parento have finally realised that if I move to Scotland, I will make them pay for train tickets or driving lessons.
First kiss: 13. No, wait, 12. *pauses* When was Michael Matar's party and for what age? I think it was 13, now I come to think about it. Avec la Peter Dean. Oh, the shame. He came out of the closet about the same time I did.
First break-up: 14. Bailey. Cheating bastard.
First job: Homebase
First screen name: FlowerGirl. I was having a hippy phase.
First self purchased album: *quietly dies of shame* Ant And Dec.
First funeral: Aunt Linda. Don't remember it.
First piercing/tattoo: Lower lobes when I was 10.
First love: Tell me when they turn up.
First enemy: June Swift.
First big trip: Erm... Spain when I was 5.
First play/musical/performance: Dancing show?
First musician you remember hearing in your house: I don't.
Last cigarette: Never ever had one. Don't plan to, either.
Last kiss: Coupla weeks ago.
Last library book checked out: Reformation by Rose Tremain.
Last movie seen: Flash Gordon.
Last book read: See above.
Last cuss word uttered: "Tosser."
Last beverage drank: Cup of tea.
Last food consumed: Crisps
Last crush: Not telling you that.
Last phone call: Simon.
Last person who called me: Liz.
Last tv show watched: Not a clue.
Last time showered: This morning
Last shoes worn: My beloved walking boots.
Last cd played: Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head
Last item bought: A toasted pannini at college.
Last downloaded: The "Save Sheriff Stu" poster.
Last annoyance: Hearing my sister and her friends bellowing out "BOUNCE!" (the song) from half way up the road.
Last disappointment: Not finding out my i9nternational results until Wednesday.
Last soda drank: Never drink the stuff.
Last thing written: Something Imedhuir based.
Last key used: Locker key.
Last word(s) spoken: "Y'alright, Dad?"
Last IM: Simon
Last sexual fantasy: You wish!
Last weird encounter: Looking at tooth.
Last time amused: Waltzing through Ormskirk with Jess.
Last time wanting to die: Like, yesterday.
Last time in love: I'm not sure I ever properly have.

endisforever says it best.
Last time hugged: Today at some point.
Last time scolded: Erm...
Last time resentful: Can't remember.
Last shirt worn: AAAGGGEEESSSS ago.
Last time dancing: Ditto.

So, I'm back in college, feeling ever so much better. Had a full history lesson this morning, which as rather amusing. I do love history when we start doing something new. We've all been given A Project, which seems to be a universal thing across the subject board. Anyway, for my subject I chose Charles II mistresses. Since there were something like 25 (known) mistresses, I had to further define my choices. Nell Gwynne is my new heroine, though. She sits there in the carriage which is being mobbed by people who believe she is the Catholic Louise de Keroualle. She leans out and declares "Pray be still, good people! I am the Protestant whore!"

All this said, I'm focussing on Louise de Keroualle because she's fascinating.

However, we didn't learn a lot. Many just-out-of-school type people were coming in for tester days, and two of them got lumped in our classroom just as Barbara Palmer and Charles were doing their thing in the video. We were hastily sent for break at this point. Poor Dave. Speaking of, he seems to have heard my plea for something to read. We have a Book List of fictional yet historical novels so that we have something to do over summer. I trundled to the library, and have duly got out a book about Charles II. Yay me.

So, that was history. Lunch was uneventful, and the afternon was far more entertaining than expected. Sat down in the English Lesson Of Doom, and the fire bell went off. Sue came in. "Well, I think it's really true. Get evacuating!"

Did so, but did take my bag. It seems to have been an accident, but we got firemen and everything. One of whom genuinely fell out of the fire engine. We clapped and cheered, and in his defence, he did a little bow. It was rather amusing though. And also took twenty minutes out of the lesson! When is that not a bonus?

Anyway. Now I am home. Only ~~four~~ three more days of college left this weekng Friday for the purpose of going to Liverpool with

flickerswitch. She is getting something pierced. I, in the change of pace, will wait outside and compliment afterwards. Piercings are fun even if it's only living through somebody elses.

I have nothing else to say now. As such, I will leave you to your own devices. Dead Ringers is on tonight. It's depressing to think that's the highlight of my day.

~Hathy_Col~