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Sep. 19th, 2004 09:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI currently have "Something To Sing About" rolling around in my head. This is always a good thing.
I have not updated much recently. It's not through lack of effort. I did so yesterday, but then LiveJournal ate it. I nearly cried. It was a fabulous post, too. Maybe it's fate; my LJ is meant to be somewhat boring?
So, last post was on Thursday. I spent that evening being really good about organisation. My life is so unbelieveably hectic that I need to get off my arse and actually do stuff, so I did. I will be doing college work in college; no LJ until I get home unless I have nothing to do. Driving will be on a Saturday, to try and get the most out of the morning. So I am organised. Yay me!
So on Friday, I went to college. Very full day, as always, and I decided that it would be a good idea to drop English. I told Fran this. She looked at me. "Well, I don't want to guilt trip you. You'd be really missed in this class." Wibbled and declared I'd stay another week. See, I don't like English. Four subjects will give me a nervous breakdown. So why not just drop one? Ah, yes, because I don't like people doing better than me when I know I can do just as well as they can. Pride is going to keep me there. Presuming I can get over my dislike of the subject. I then spent media gurning at the camera, as we were doing reaction shots of soap. People shouted emotions at me and I acted them. Badly.
Then I came home, got changed and went out to the doctors. This was for a medical, which was rubbish. No, I have still not had a smear test. Yes, I am a virgin. No, I don't smoke. Yes, I drink. Yes, I occasionally exercise. I have LJ to whinge about this, not some random nurse who I've never met before. I mean... ugh? And then it was out to meet Clare. I got pissed. Thoroughly and terribly and utterly. It was fantastic despite me forgetting my ID and being kicked out of the Buck. The shame! In the end we hid in a beer garden at the Queen's Head after basically going home and grabbing The Lethal Rum. I then got drunk. At one point I was drinking rum and JD. Ugh. Amazingly, the next morning I wasn't sick. I have never been sick from alcohol. I think I may be one of three people over the age of 15 who haven't.
So, Saturday came and the morning was bright. Work was hellish. And then I had a driving lesson! Well, that was a hoot. Actually, it was. I'm not much better, but I felt like I was; I went into the car completely blind panicking, as I couldn't remember any of it. Somehow, I not only managed to drive around Maghull for an hour but I also managed to drive home. Considering this was an exercise in a bigass roundabout and a dual carriageway, it was an achievement. Hell, maybe I will manage to pull this off. My next lesson is next Saturday, driving to work. Oh dear.
And that was Saturday. And now it is Sunday. I had training today; I have a pretty shield! This is the basic design. Rob also had a new shield, and we huddled around them feeling protective. I do miss my old shield straps, though. We did a lot of nancing around in woods for training, which was all good, even if I did die a lot and give a terrible example to my warband. Which is one person. But a potentially very good person! I do seem to have injured my knee though, so I feel slightly like a five year old. And I'm limping as I've battered my tendons in the back of my left foot. It hurts like a bitch at the back, but there's nothing I can do. I plan on slobbing around in my comfy, low-slung work shoes next week, no matter how much of a prat I look.
Clare came around this evening and Met My Parents. There was food, and fortunately no peas. It all went rather well and I must confess I'm happy, even if there was a hairy moment where she phoned and said she was on the East Lancs road. The weirdest part was where she phoned, confessed she was lost and it then turned out she was on the other end of my road. I, tpyically, had taken the road through the adjoining road instead. Oops. And it was a good evening.
Ah, I love this film:
Now I will go to bed, for I am tired. As always. Yawn.
~Hathy_Col~
I have not updated much recently. It's not through lack of effort. I did so yesterday, but then LiveJournal ate it. I nearly cried. It was a fabulous post, too. Maybe it's fate; my LJ is meant to be somewhat boring?
So, last post was on Thursday. I spent that evening being really good about organisation. My life is so unbelieveably hectic that I need to get off my arse and actually do stuff, so I did. I will be doing college work in college; no LJ until I get home unless I have nothing to do. Driving will be on a Saturday, to try and get the most out of the morning. So I am organised. Yay me!
So on Friday, I went to college. Very full day, as always, and I decided that it would be a good idea to drop English. I told Fran this. She looked at me. "Well, I don't want to guilt trip you. You'd be really missed in this class." Wibbled and declared I'd stay another week. See, I don't like English. Four subjects will give me a nervous breakdown. So why not just drop one? Ah, yes, because I don't like people doing better than me when I know I can do just as well as they can. Pride is going to keep me there. Presuming I can get over my dislike of the subject. I then spent media gurning at the camera, as we were doing reaction shots of soap. People shouted emotions at me and I acted them. Badly.
Then I came home, got changed and went out to the doctors. This was for a medical, which was rubbish. No, I have still not had a smear test. Yes, I am a virgin. No, I don't smoke. Yes, I drink. Yes, I occasionally exercise. I have LJ to whinge about this, not some random nurse who I've never met before. I mean... ugh? And then it was out to meet Clare. I got pissed. Thoroughly and terribly and utterly. It was fantastic despite me forgetting my ID and being kicked out of the Buck. The shame! In the end we hid in a beer garden at the Queen's Head after basically going home and grabbing The Lethal Rum. I then got drunk. At one point I was drinking rum and JD. Ugh. Amazingly, the next morning I wasn't sick. I have never been sick from alcohol. I think I may be one of three people over the age of 15 who haven't.
So, Saturday came and the morning was bright. Work was hellish. And then I had a driving lesson! Well, that was a hoot. Actually, it was. I'm not much better, but I felt like I was; I went into the car completely blind panicking, as I couldn't remember any of it. Somehow, I not only managed to drive around Maghull for an hour but I also managed to drive home. Considering this was an exercise in a bigass roundabout and a dual carriageway, it was an achievement. Hell, maybe I will manage to pull this off. My next lesson is next Saturday, driving to work. Oh dear.
And that was Saturday. And now it is Sunday. I had training today; I have a pretty shield! This is the basic design. Rob also had a new shield, and we huddled around them feeling protective. I do miss my old shield straps, though. We did a lot of nancing around in woods for training, which was all good, even if I did die a lot and give a terrible example to my warband. Which is one person. But a potentially very good person! I do seem to have injured my knee though, so I feel slightly like a five year old. And I'm limping as I've battered my tendons in the back of my left foot. It hurts like a bitch at the back, but there's nothing I can do. I plan on slobbing around in my comfy, low-slung work shoes next week, no matter how much of a prat I look.
Clare came around this evening and Met My Parents. There was food, and fortunately no peas. It all went rather well and I must confess I'm happy, even if there was a hairy moment where she phoned and said she was on the East Lancs road. The weirdest part was where she phoned, confessed she was lost and it then turned out she was on the other end of my road. I, tpyically, had taken the road through the adjoining road instead. Oops. And it was a good evening.
Ah, I love this film:
Now I will go to bed, for I am tired. As always. Yawn.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-09-20 11:46 am (UTC)i think ori's dying words are fantastic
*axe embedded in skull*
"are you alright?"
"im fine"
*ori dies*
*amusment*