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Sep. 28th, 2004 01:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSo I am bored and I am in college.
For those that wish to know, or care, how my mother is doing, she's an idiot, frankly. She has torn her ligaments to pieces in her knee and is stuck off work for another week. It'll drive her mad. And it'll drive me mad as she moans about physiotherapy.
So, yes. Last night I came home and worked like a demon on my history. It's rubbish. I did a fantastic first introduction and it all went to pieces atferwards. I've decided that the people who write the textbook have the right ideas:
"The de-eared Prynne re-emerged - the rhinoceros in blinkers - and for once charged in the right direction..."
"The king, so suitable as he was for the re-erection of phallic maypoles..."
That's my style of history writing. When I'm a real hgrown up, with PhDs and whatnot, I'm going to be Richard Wilkinson and write textbooks for frustrated history students who have to write in a fairly dull manner as words+time-points=grades.
Speaking of history, I spent last night watching 'The Black Death' on channel 4. My, it was morbid. In between the massive death tolls, realistic make-up of the boils bursting and the medieval art of skeletons dancing with maidens, I went to bed feeling quite uncomfortable. As such, I ended up dreaming of college and being locked in with scary preachers (oddly enough, this was Mr Ashworth who used to teach me physics in high school) whilst all around me my friends died.
I was still tired this morning.
Today has been... slow. How is it only Tuesday?! Media was boring, and I really do know too much about soaps. Politics was scary, as she kept on referencing an examiner called Colleen. The part where she said "Colleen is really obsessed with federal government, practically turned on by it..." had me writhing in my seat and wanting to die. And then it was UCAS in guidance and that was so scary that it doesn't bear thinking about and I hate that website. I HATE IT.
Friday can't come soon enough.
Oh, and two more proofs that the Colleen Show is REAL:
1. I have known a lad called Mark Francis since before he was born. He's a year younger and the son of a friend of my mum. Haven't spoken to him in years as he is a weird, toady, tracksuit wearing reprobate. And I walk around in Ormskirk coming home from college and there he is going out with Sarah from Rangers. ARGH!
2. I am getting the London train to Milton Keynes at 6.15. The Rangers are getting the London train at 6.15. They will be on the same train as me. Lara told me this in politics and I panicked.
Me: You can't sit near us!
Lara: Why not?
Me: Because we spend the entire three hours talking about gay porn and science-fiction is why!
Lara: You can't sit near us!
Oh dear.
ARTHUR: has nothing to say.
To history!
~Hathy_Col~
For those that wish to know, or care, how my mother is doing, she's an idiot, frankly. She has torn her ligaments to pieces in her knee and is stuck off work for another week. It'll drive her mad. And it'll drive me mad as she moans about physiotherapy.
So, yes. Last night I came home and worked like a demon on my history. It's rubbish. I did a fantastic first introduction and it all went to pieces atferwards. I've decided that the people who write the textbook have the right ideas:
"The de-eared Prynne re-emerged - the rhinoceros in blinkers - and for once charged in the right direction..."
"The king, so suitable as he was for the re-erection of phallic maypoles..."
That's my style of history writing. When I'm a real hgrown up, with PhDs and whatnot, I'm going to be Richard Wilkinson and write textbooks for frustrated history students who have to write in a fairly dull manner as words+time-points=grades.
Speaking of history, I spent last night watching 'The Black Death' on channel 4. My, it was morbid. In between the massive death tolls, realistic make-up of the boils bursting and the medieval art of skeletons dancing with maidens, I went to bed feeling quite uncomfortable. As such, I ended up dreaming of college and being locked in with scary preachers (oddly enough, this was Mr Ashworth who used to teach me physics in high school) whilst all around me my friends died.
I was still tired this morning.
Today has been... slow. How is it only Tuesday?! Media was boring, and I really do know too much about soaps. Politics was scary, as she kept on referencing an examiner called Colleen. The part where she said "Colleen is really obsessed with federal government, practically turned on by it..." had me writhing in my seat and wanting to die. And then it was UCAS in guidance and that was so scary that it doesn't bear thinking about and I hate that website. I HATE IT.
Friday can't come soon enough.
Oh, and two more proofs that the Colleen Show is REAL:
1. I have known a lad called Mark Francis since before he was born. He's a year younger and the son of a friend of my mum. Haven't spoken to him in years as he is a weird, toady, tracksuit wearing reprobate. And I walk around in Ormskirk coming home from college and there he is going out with Sarah from Rangers. ARGH!
2. I am getting the London train to Milton Keynes at 6.15. The Rangers are getting the London train at 6.15. They will be on the same train as me. Lara told me this in politics and I panicked.
Me: You can't sit near us!
Lara: Why not?
Me: Because we spend the entire three hours talking about gay porn and science-fiction is why!
Lara: You can't sit near us!
Oh dear.
ARTHUR: has nothing to say.
To history!
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-09-28 06:32 am (UTC)You like BtVs right? If I get a game of Buffy the vampire slayer RPG going, would you be interested in playing?
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Date: 2004-09-29 02:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-29 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-29 02:48 am (UTC)... and I will warn her.
And for some reason, I look at your icon and I think of the Sorting Hat rather than a cow. Weird.
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Date: 2004-09-28 02:44 pm (UTC)Got your text after work, thought you might be asleep, so will reply tomorrow.
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Date: 2004-09-29 03:20 am (UTC)I was probably alseep. It's a common state of being. And it is now tomorrow so I should turn my phone on, really...