Naff post. Sorry.
Sep. 13th, 2004 07:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSo, I am home. I think I may be dead, I'm not sure.
Friday was a Bad Day. Obviously back at college, as I posted, in which I scurried a lot. I'm incredibly depressed to know that the first few weeks of media consist of soap operas. Unless I can watch Sunset Beach, I'm not interested. I've already mentioned the fact that upper sixth seem to be being eaten by lower sixth. There's hundreds of the buggars. I don't remember being like that in the first year, and there's nothing more irriating than when they just stop in the corridors. And hit me, but that's a sotry for later in the update. I like being chronological.
Friday the bus was late. Again. I got home late too. So I belted it home, threw some food down my neck and then Lara turned up. I ended up going to Moot without, amongst other things, a chair, a pillow, or spare torch batteries. Buggar.
The first night was very... odd. We got the tent set up - well, I did. Lara is, y'know, blind, so it was mostly me altohugh she was very good when it came to putting the poles through and whatnot. Then we wandered a bit, and then we went to the marquee. Let me explain Moot - it's a big weekend with every Ranger (any Guide above the age of 14, basically) the Explorers (Scout equivalent) and also Network (Explorers over 18). And I mean everyone, it's the whole county. There were also some Americans there, which was great when I was trying to explain thre concept of a cheese toastie. Our campsite was right next to the marquee, where all the main events take place at night, and during the day there are more traditional activities for those who can handle waking up. The Friday night we all spent together. I've complained before that Rangers are clique-y but I really got on with them this time, even those I don't really know. So we sat in the marquee listening to the band - Laeka. They were actually very good, but they weren't right for a party. They were very slow and kept on playing fucking Radiohead which isn't really happy music. Alas! Then it was the kareoke. Which was fantastic, as Drunken!Clare started to text me so I danced around like a crazy person to the YMCA. Then Clare said she was going to phone me so I ran out of the marquee and jumped around in the field poutside bellowing "GET SOME FUCKING SIGNAL!" at the phone. According to the 14 year old lads watching me I was quite amusing. Conversations with drunken Clare are great, but I think I've already established that. I went back into the tent with a big stupid smile on the face and it stayed there all night.
Saturday was horrible, basically. I ate too many cheese toasties and had to go to work. On the bright side, I did archery beforehand and I came third. Out of the whole campsite. Of 400 people. GET IN!
Saturday night was good. Had a quick trip home for shower/pillow/chair and then the evening was, as Saturday always is, fabby. It was pissing it down, but the nearness of the tent meant that I could run over, get changed into my skanky top and run back again. A couple of the others did this too, and then it was the traditional barn dance. The band were warming up as there was, basically, only our unit in there. So we danced around to them. As I skipped around Charlotte, I turn around and there is Roger from work, the paint mixer, standing on stage, pointing at me. He was doing the calling. Heaven knows I now see the man in a different light!
Disco in the evening was fabby, too - lots of mad bouncing around. I know all the words to the Timewarp. Also the Queen songs they played ("That's why they all me Mr Fahrenheit! I'm travelling at the speed of light, I'm gonna make a supersonic man outta you!" Go Shaun go.) and it was all just ever just... great. It really was. Watched the midnight movie (Shrek 2 - very odd in a field) and then went to bed.
Woke up in blistering agony. I had badly wrenched my neck at some point. Still having trouble moving it. Yargle. But the day was good - trampolining, enough cheese toasties between us to fund the entire campsite, I suspect and pugel sticks. I also managed to break my glasses doing this, stupid Colleen! Need to get them fixed.
This isn't a very good update, is it? Sorry.
Went home later on that day. As you do. And when I got in, it was out back again with Clare, who had sobered up. It was great. As it always was.
And today I was in college. Ah, normality. I refuse to take my Moot wristband, off, though.
Sorry for the rush - going to go and watch the Top Ten Greatest Scifi moments. Is worrying that I recognise the panel of experts ("Wow! Dave Golder from SFX!") as well as the films. Such a nerd...
~Hathy_Col~
Friday was a Bad Day. Obviously back at college, as I posted, in which I scurried a lot. I'm incredibly depressed to know that the first few weeks of media consist of soap operas. Unless I can watch Sunset Beach, I'm not interested. I've already mentioned the fact that upper sixth seem to be being eaten by lower sixth. There's hundreds of the buggars. I don't remember being like that in the first year, and there's nothing more irriating than when they just stop in the corridors. And hit me, but that's a sotry for later in the update. I like being chronological.
Friday the bus was late. Again. I got home late too. So I belted it home, threw some food down my neck and then Lara turned up. I ended up going to Moot without, amongst other things, a chair, a pillow, or spare torch batteries. Buggar.
The first night was very... odd. We got the tent set up - well, I did. Lara is, y'know, blind, so it was mostly me altohugh she was very good when it came to putting the poles through and whatnot. Then we wandered a bit, and then we went to the marquee. Let me explain Moot - it's a big weekend with every Ranger (any Guide above the age of 14, basically) the Explorers (Scout equivalent) and also Network (Explorers over 18). And I mean everyone, it's the whole county. There were also some Americans there, which was great when I was trying to explain thre concept of a cheese toastie. Our campsite was right next to the marquee, where all the main events take place at night, and during the day there are more traditional activities for those who can handle waking up. The Friday night we all spent together. I've complained before that Rangers are clique-y but I really got on with them this time, even those I don't really know. So we sat in the marquee listening to the band - Laeka. They were actually very good, but they weren't right for a party. They were very slow and kept on playing fucking Radiohead which isn't really happy music. Alas! Then it was the kareoke. Which was fantastic, as Drunken!Clare started to text me so I danced around like a crazy person to the YMCA. Then Clare said she was going to phone me so I ran out of the marquee and jumped around in the field poutside bellowing "GET SOME FUCKING SIGNAL!" at the phone. According to the 14 year old lads watching me I was quite amusing. Conversations with drunken Clare are great, but I think I've already established that. I went back into the tent with a big stupid smile on the face and it stayed there all night.
Saturday was horrible, basically. I ate too many cheese toasties and had to go to work. On the bright side, I did archery beforehand and I came third. Out of the whole campsite. Of 400 people. GET IN!
Saturday night was good. Had a quick trip home for shower/pillow/chair and then the evening was, as Saturday always is, fabby. It was pissing it down, but the nearness of the tent meant that I could run over, get changed into my skanky top and run back again. A couple of the others did this too, and then it was the traditional barn dance. The band were warming up as there was, basically, only our unit in there. So we danced around to them. As I skipped around Charlotte, I turn around and there is Roger from work, the paint mixer, standing on stage, pointing at me. He was doing the calling. Heaven knows I now see the man in a different light!
Disco in the evening was fabby, too - lots of mad bouncing around. I know all the words to the Timewarp. Also the Queen songs they played ("That's why they all me Mr Fahrenheit! I'm travelling at the speed of light, I'm gonna make a supersonic man outta you!" Go Shaun go.) and it was all just ever just... great. It really was. Watched the midnight movie (Shrek 2 - very odd in a field) and then went to bed.
Woke up in blistering agony. I had badly wrenched my neck at some point. Still having trouble moving it. Yargle. But the day was good - trampolining, enough cheese toasties between us to fund the entire campsite, I suspect and pugel sticks. I also managed to break my glasses doing this, stupid Colleen! Need to get them fixed.
This isn't a very good update, is it? Sorry.
Went home later on that day. As you do. And when I got in, it was out back again with Clare, who had sobered up. It was great. As it always was.
And today I was in college. Ah, normality. I refuse to take my Moot wristband, off, though.
Sorry for the rush - going to go and watch the Top Ten Greatest Scifi moments. Is worrying that I recognise the panel of experts ("Wow! Dave Golder from SFX!") as well as the films. Such a nerd...
~Hathy_Col~
Re: Hey
Date: 2004-09-14 06:04 am (UTC)Re: Hey
Date: 2004-09-14 01:22 pm (UTC)I said: You still haven't called her your girlfriend in your LJ! (even though we all know who Claire is) *smart ass* I know
Glad it made you giggle instead. I so worry about being offensive in other people's thoughts...