Goodbye, farewell...
Sep. 30th, 2004 11:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolWell, Greg’s just decided he’s going to be ill and as such, media is cancelled. Those who were in his class last year assure me that this is normal and I should get used to have extra free periods on a sort of weekly basis. I'm not complaining; I know I should be sorting out my politics essay right now, but I have the afternoon off and I planned to do it then. Unexpected free time is unexpected livejournal time.
Last night, as you all know, I moped and I moped a lot. Life is cruel and in my view, taking the piss. Still, there's nothing I can do about it and it's still going to be a bloody fabulous weekend. I worked out that I've not seen![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loneraven since early August at the latest, and this terrifies me. I miss her! But yay for I am seeing her tomorrow. To-mor-row. That word rolls of my tongue very nicely. I actually woke up and bounced around in a sort of "Hey! Tomorrow is Friday!" type of way. Then I rolled over and went back to sleep. I have vague memories of being sent a text message last night and trying to reply, only I couldn't spell my own name. I think it was Emmeline asking me something. Can't remember what, though. Never mind. I rolled over pretty quickly and feel back to sleep, much as I always do. God, I'm so lazy and possibly this is on the onset of narcopolepsy. I'm just sleeping so much! It's a little scary. I would pass out on the train tomorrow, except for the fact I will be trying to do a media essay and also my politics reading.
Actually, I probably will end up falling asleep.
So, yes, this is my farewell post until Monday. Tonight I will be politics bitch. Then Andrew is coming around to help me pack, which I'm quite looking forward to. I miss him, I really do. I don't see him enough! He does seem to have a radar to help my pack, though; he was around in time for C5, if memory serves. Actually, it does because I spent a fairly large portion of that evening talking to Iona and squeeing and basically having a weird three way conversation.
God, tomorrow!
No Miranda Otto - my life is over! Except it's not - I do have a plethora of guests to keep me occupied. Sam J Jones is still going. Nicholas Brendan is going, too. "It could be witches... some evil witches... whichisridiculouscoswitcheshtheywerepersecutedandwiccagoodandlovetheearthandI'llbeoverhere." And the Troika! I need to poke Andrew and scowl at Warren, apparently. And yay, the Weasley twins and ooh I'm all excited again.
So it will be good.flickerswitch and amchau are going to simultaneously and rudely dragged into a weekend of Slightly Reduced Holiday Resident Lunacy and I will be squeeing a lot and it's all good. I have lent Liz the Once More With Feeling Soundtrack and she's under orders to learn it.
And now, to break. I have English next and the film after that. It has Max Von Sydow in it. I squeed. Like I will be all weekend. OHMYGOSHWHYISTHEREMORETHANTWENTYFOURHOURSTOWAIT.
Lots of excited talkingtoofast in this post again. I do apologise.
Byebye, chucks!
~Hathy_Col~
Last night, as you all know, I moped and I moped a lot. Life is cruel and in my view, taking the piss. Still, there's nothing I can do about it and it's still going to be a bloody fabulous weekend. I worked out that I've not seen
loneraven since early August at the latest, and this terrifies me. I miss her! But yay for I am seeing her tomorrow. To-mor-row. That word rolls of my tongue very nicely. I actually woke up and bounced around in a sort of "Hey! Tomorrow is Friday!" type of way. Then I rolled over and went back to sleep. I have vague memories of being sent a text message last night and trying to reply, only I couldn't spell my own name. I think it was Emmeline asking me something. Can't remember what, though. Never mind. I rolled over pretty quickly and feel back to sleep, much as I always do. God, I'm so lazy and possibly this is on the onset of narcopolepsy. I'm just sleeping so much! It's a little scary. I would pass out on the train tomorrow, except for the fact I will be trying to do a media essay and also my politics reading.Actually, I probably will end up falling asleep.
So, yes, this is my farewell post until Monday. Tonight I will be politics bitch. Then Andrew is coming around to help me pack, which I'm quite looking forward to. I miss him, I really do. I don't see him enough! He does seem to have a radar to help my pack, though; he was around in time for C5, if memory serves. Actually, it does because I spent a fairly large portion of that evening talking to Iona and squeeing and basically having a weird three way conversation.
God, tomorrow!
No Miranda Otto - my life is over! Except it's not - I do have a plethora of guests to keep me occupied. Sam J Jones is still going. Nicholas Brendan is going, too. "It could be witches... some evil witches... whichisridiculouscoswitcheshtheywerepersecutedandwiccagoodandlovetheearthandI'llbeoverhere." And the Troika! I need to poke Andrew and scowl at Warren, apparently. And yay, the Weasley twins and ooh I'm all excited again.
So it will be good.
flickerswitch and amchau are going to simultaneously and rudely dragged into a weekend of Slightly Reduced Holiday Resident Lunacy and I will be squeeing a lot and it's all good. I have lent Liz the Once More With Feeling Soundtrack and she's under orders to learn it.And now, to break. I have English next and the film after that. It has Max Von Sydow in it. I squeed. Like I will be all weekend. OHMYGOSHWHYISTHEREMORETHANTWENTYFOURHOURSTOWAIT.
Lots of excited talkingtoofast in this post again. I do apologise.
Byebye, chucks!
~Hathy_Col~
