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hathycolWhoa. Lookit. New entry form!
To continue with my amsuing film script:
Thursday.
COLLEEN: Enough is enough. It's boot time for you!
TENDONS: You will regret this. Just you wait and see.
Thursday evening.
COLLEEN: What the fuck are you doing down there, Tendons?
TENDONS: Go on. Squeeze me. See what I do.
COLLEEN does so.
COLLEEN: You're bloody well SQUEAKING! I can FEEL you move!
TENDONS: Damn right you can. I'm the representative for the CLU, the Colleen's Leg Union. After you making us wear boots, the CLU has decided that it will officially be on strike. You will have pain in your entire ankle, now. The scabs in the toe and thigh section, however, are still in talks. Have a really bad Friday.
COLLEEN: This isn't good.
TENDON is renamed Arthur to fit in with the hardline trade union feeling.
ARTHUR: No, it isn't! REMEMBER OLGREAVE!
*
As such, I have decided that it's time to take Arthur to the doctors. This would be much easier if I didn't go to college a zillion miles away from the doctors and I don't want to scivce college. So no doctors for me and Arthur.
ARTHUR: REMEMBER OLGREAVE!
COLLEEN: Just shut up.
*
Erm. Yes. Between all this insanity, I have the most curious sensation that I'm drowning under work. I know it could be worse, really; I could be like poor Clare and take six subjects, and then I really would explode. I am at college, as usual, and I'm just about keeping up with the workload. At some point this weekend, I have to do my personal statement, UCAS form startingness, history essay, finish history powerpoint, finish my book and do a politics essay. Free periods are no longer a concept I understand, as I work like a bitch most if not all of them. I am currently on LJ because I can and because my home computer is constantly taken by El Sister. I don't have a chance to update otherwise.
I know that I can do this. I really do. I am, however, not signing up for anything else. I mean that. I have the Phoenixes, which is getting sorted; now have support of two history teachers both of whom are offering cupboard space as long as they get the okay! Possibly from each other, actually. Hmmm. I am going to go to work every Tuesday evening; I am also going to go on Saturday and take extra hours if they are offered on a Saturday. I cannot fit in any other nights. I will do my work when it is given at college if possible, and as soon as possible when I get home. I will, upon occasion, go to the pub with my friends but not too often. I am going to start writing again and I am going to go the the gym in lunchtime, and I am going to see Clare. I will do RADA in March. The end.
I can do this and I will do this. I did break down last night. I'd spent the majority of the afternoon working on my English homework. I went home, I went to work for a few hours, I came home to finish it and realised that what I'd already written was complete and utter rubbish. To make matters worse I'd been at a history meeting in which I was getting horror stories about not getting into At Andrews with three As so all I wanted to do was cry and give in trying to do four subjects. This morning I am better and have just recieved a B for an essay I did rather badly for English. This gives me a lot of hope...
I can do this. I really can. I'd be better if Arthur would shut up, mind.
This weekend I will work. For eight hours. At homework. At least today's lessons have been tolerable; in politics, for reasons best known to herself, we rambled on and did a news presentation. I presented. Wheee!
I wish my posts were better. Alas that tonight is Personal Statement Night.
~Hathy_Col~
To continue with my amsuing film script:
Thursday.
COLLEEN: Enough is enough. It's boot time for you!
TENDONS: You will regret this. Just you wait and see.
Thursday evening.
COLLEEN: What the fuck are you doing down there, Tendons?
TENDONS: Go on. Squeeze me. See what I do.
COLLEEN does so.
COLLEEN: You're bloody well SQUEAKING! I can FEEL you move!
TENDONS: Damn right you can. I'm the representative for the CLU, the Colleen's Leg Union. After you making us wear boots, the CLU has decided that it will officially be on strike. You will have pain in your entire ankle, now. The scabs in the toe and thigh section, however, are still in talks. Have a really bad Friday.
COLLEEN: This isn't good.
TENDON is renamed Arthur to fit in with the hardline trade union feeling.
ARTHUR: No, it isn't! REMEMBER OLGREAVE!
*
As such, I have decided that it's time to take Arthur to the doctors. This would be much easier if I didn't go to college a zillion miles away from the doctors and I don't want to scivce college. So no doctors for me and Arthur.
ARTHUR: REMEMBER OLGREAVE!
COLLEEN: Just shut up.
*
Erm. Yes. Between all this insanity, I have the most curious sensation that I'm drowning under work. I know it could be worse, really; I could be like poor Clare and take six subjects, and then I really would explode. I am at college, as usual, and I'm just about keeping up with the workload. At some point this weekend, I have to do my personal statement, UCAS form startingness, history essay, finish history powerpoint, finish my book and do a politics essay. Free periods are no longer a concept I understand, as I work like a bitch most if not all of them. I am currently on LJ because I can and because my home computer is constantly taken by El Sister. I don't have a chance to update otherwise.
I know that I can do this. I really do. I am, however, not signing up for anything else. I mean that. I have the Phoenixes, which is getting sorted; now have support of two history teachers both of whom are offering cupboard space as long as they get the okay! Possibly from each other, actually. Hmmm. I am going to go to work every Tuesday evening; I am also going to go on Saturday and take extra hours if they are offered on a Saturday. I cannot fit in any other nights. I will do my work when it is given at college if possible, and as soon as possible when I get home. I will, upon occasion, go to the pub with my friends but not too often. I am going to start writing again and I am going to go the the gym in lunchtime, and I am going to see Clare. I will do RADA in March. The end.
I can do this and I will do this. I did break down last night. I'd spent the majority of the afternoon working on my English homework. I went home, I went to work for a few hours, I came home to finish it and realised that what I'd already written was complete and utter rubbish. To make matters worse I'd been at a history meeting in which I was getting horror stories about not getting into At Andrews with three As so all I wanted to do was cry and give in trying to do four subjects. This morning I am better and have just recieved a B for an essay I did rather badly for English. This gives me a lot of hope...
I can do this. I really can. I'd be better if Arthur would shut up, mind.
This weekend I will work. For eight hours. At homework. At least today's lessons have been tolerable; in politics, for reasons best known to herself, we rambled on and did a news presentation. I presented. Wheee!
I wish my posts were better. Alas that tonight is Personal Statement Night.
~Hathy_Col~
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