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Jul. 7th, 2004 03:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSquee! Have finished college!
I must say, there was some joy in basically knowing that I had no more English lessons. This is conditional: if I get an A (well, it could, theoretically, happen) then I will be staying on with the four.
So, basically, I'm dropping English. *grins* Apart from a potentially amusing piece of coursework ("Netspeak: A New Language Or Just Low Intelligence?") it really holds no interest for me anymore.
I got the bus home. I must say, it's becoming a bit of a familiar path over The Bridge Of Khazad-M6. Whilst on the bus, I say a strange sight. I may, or may not, have previously mentioned the town of Skelmersdale, otherwise referred to as Skem.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hammer_strike hails from the town. There's not a lot else going for it, though. It's a strange land of wide open spaces, lots of industiral estates and basically the overflow of Liverpool for the last 20 odd years. It is like Milton Keynes, in a way - it's a made town.
Anyway, the point is that it's not somewhere you'd go on holiday, right?
All this said, for the last month there's been a slowly growing cluster of caravans along a duel carriageway embankment. Of the last two days, it appears to have exploded. There's something like 30-35 caravans, and two horses as well. I'm all for travelling - I think it looks like fun, actually - but honestly, Skem? Oiy.
(Of course, the top deck of the bus has, in their typical fashion, been waking them up every morning with cries and shrieks of "GYPPO SCUM!" What is this, the 50s? You just know that if they'd been around in the American South in the 1920s and 1930s they'd have been dressing up in white sheets and lynching people...)
Brought SFX on the way home. Actually did a little dance in WHSmith. My letter's been printed! Unfortunately, I sound like a maniacal teenager. Well, more than usual. They've edited rather large chunks. Still, I don't care - I feel something of an honour about being basically bitchslapped for my lack of Cyberman knowledge, or something.
Yeah, it's summer now. So I should finally write one of these.
1. Start attended training and actually develop something resembling technique.
2. Finish Imedhuir fic.
3. Try and finish The Neverending Fanfic.
4. Go and see as many films as possible.
5.Get a new piercing Resist the urge for a new piercing.
6. Stay in contact with friendses. Online and offline.
7. Parents buggaring off the week, so attempt not to starve, to clean every so often and to invite over the Residents and other people from college. (Preferably seperately; I have a weird mental image of Matt trying to explain the theory that Jesus Is A Werewolf to the Residents.)
8. Be Intellectual. I even have a reading list:
- The Picture Of Dorian Grey
- The Brentford Chainstore Massacre
- The brand new Brentford Trilogy that I just spotted a review in SFX for: Knees Up Mother Earth!
- A Clockwork Orange. Resistance is futile.
- The Science Of Discworld: The Globe. Because I just about understood the first on.
9. Watch many films. Nothing specific so far.
10. Possibly do some overtime. Have caved in ordered an MP3 player (£45, and not rubbish either. Nice!) but this means I'm skint. Again. Hope payday is soon.
11. Watch LOTR. All of it. With no breaks, excepting food.
12. Get off my ass and get healthy.
Any other suggstions for what I should do with my otherwise pointless summer, please tell me.
Off to Emmeline's tonight for a meeting about Queens' Guide. That promises to be a hoot. I really need to learn to say "No" to extra stuff, don't I?
And that is it. Except for this: Mouth Of Sauron is going to be in ROTK:EE! Look! A toy and everything!
Sorry for the spoiler; just can't help myself!
~Hathy_Col~
I must say, there was some joy in basically knowing that I had no more English lessons. This is conditional: if I get an A (well, it could, theoretically, happen) then I will be staying on with the four.
So, basically, I'm dropping English. *grins* Apart from a potentially amusing piece of coursework ("Netspeak: A New Language Or Just Low Intelligence?") it really holds no interest for me anymore.
I got the bus home. I must say, it's becoming a bit of a familiar path over The Bridge Of Khazad-M6. Whilst on the bus, I say a strange sight. I may, or may not, have previously mentioned the town of Skelmersdale, otherwise referred to as Skem.
hammer_strike hails from the town. There's not a lot else going for it, though. It's a strange land of wide open spaces, lots of industiral estates and basically the overflow of Liverpool for the last 20 odd years. It is like Milton Keynes, in a way - it's a made town.Anyway, the point is that it's not somewhere you'd go on holiday, right?
All this said, for the last month there's been a slowly growing cluster of caravans along a duel carriageway embankment. Of the last two days, it appears to have exploded. There's something like 30-35 caravans, and two horses as well. I'm all for travelling - I think it looks like fun, actually - but honestly, Skem? Oiy.
(Of course, the top deck of the bus has, in their typical fashion, been waking them up every morning with cries and shrieks of "GYPPO SCUM!" What is this, the 50s? You just know that if they'd been around in the American South in the 1920s and 1930s they'd have been dressing up in white sheets and lynching people...)
Brought SFX on the way home. Actually did a little dance in WHSmith. My letter's been printed! Unfortunately, I sound like a maniacal teenager. Well, more than usual. They've edited rather large chunks. Still, I don't care - I feel something of an honour about being basically bitchslapped for my lack of Cyberman knowledge, or something.
Yeah, it's summer now. So I should finally write one of these.
1. Start attended training and actually develop something resembling technique.
2. Finish Imedhuir fic.
3. Try and finish The Neverending Fanfic.
4. Go and see as many films as possible.
5.
6. Stay in contact with friendses. Online and offline.
7. Parents buggaring off the week, so attempt not to starve, to clean every so often and to invite over the Residents and other people from college. (Preferably seperately; I have a weird mental image of Matt trying to explain the theory that Jesus Is A Werewolf to the Residents.)
8. Be Intellectual. I even have a reading list:
- The Picture Of Dorian Grey
- The Brentford Chainstore Massacre
- The brand new Brentford Trilogy that I just spotted a review in SFX for: Knees Up Mother Earth!
- A Clockwork Orange. Resistance is futile.
- The Science Of Discworld: The Globe. Because I just about understood the first on.
9. Watch many films. Nothing specific so far.
10. Possibly do some overtime. Have caved in ordered an MP3 player (£45, and not rubbish either. Nice!) but this means I'm skint. Again. Hope payday is soon.
11. Watch LOTR. All of it. With no breaks, excepting food.
12. Get off my ass and get healthy.
Any other suggstions for what I should do with my otherwise pointless summer, please tell me.
Off to Emmeline's tonight for a meeting about Queens' Guide. That promises to be a hoot. I really need to learn to say "No" to extra stuff, don't I?
And that is it. Except for this: Mouth Of Sauron is going to be in ROTK:EE! Look! A toy and everything!
Sorry for the spoiler; just can't help myself!
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-07-07 10:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-07 10:06 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-07-07 10:58 am (UTC)Gimme the 411, ma sistah.
EE? Extended edition?
Skem's becoming part of Wigan ya know. No lie, I work for the council and therefore privy to this kind of info. And alien bodies.
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Date: 2004-07-07 11:03 am (UTC)And I know that Skem is becoming part of Wigan. Good riddance!
(Alien bodies? What, other than the councillors?)
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Date: 2004-07-07 12:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-08 04:24 am (UTC)You.
The Sayers in the Concourse does a really good pasty.
You.
... lots of picturesque roundabouts?
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Date: 2004-07-08 05:14 am (UTC)Explain, please. No, really. I'm begging you. Or else I'll start on my own version, and that way madness lies.
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Date: 2004-07-08 06:40 am (UTC)I am not a werewolf.
By the same laws, there is a 50:50 chance that Jesus is a werewolf. Since I am not a werewolf, by the basic laws of chance Jesus must be a werewolf.
It's an odd theory, but it does work. If you have a soecial kind of non-mathematical brain...
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Date: 2004-07-08 09:35 am (UTC)Nice theory, shame the satistics don't work out.
(Did I just write that? Oh dear. *giggle*)