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Nov. 8th, 2004 01:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolNow, whilst I resent doing my English homework for the second time, I also accept it was due on Friday and it's my own bloody fault for not having done it. Meh. I'll take the consequences. ('Present the script of an audio-tape guide for visitors at the T-Rex exhibit.' Oookay.)
So, slept very well on Saturday evening and woke up on Sunday after twelve glorious hours. Hangover had mostly gone away, despite some lingering headaches mocking me cruelly. I proceeded to go to training, which was fun. I'm horribly out of practice, though - I can't describe how much pain I'm in right now. There's a big bruise on my back, one of my stomach, back of the legs are aching and my hands are wrecked. Heh. I am horribly out of pratice as mentioned - how rubbish am I? It's embarrassing. Despite my general crappiness, I seem to have been promoted. Sort of. The Dragon Militia are no more, are now Phoenixes and have to wear blue phoenixes. I wouldn't have given in over the colour, but... well... Fi had already made black tabbards and I'm not a naturally cruel person. Rob is now mybitch erm filing monkey Sargeant, so I am the solo knight. Or indeed, knyghte. (Pronounce every syllable, it's my new favourite word.) We even test-drove the tabbards with all the belts I could scrounge from home, which resulted in me wearing my black thing, Daryl in my green wrap around and Rob in the rainbow belt.
Looked rather effective, actually.
I had to go to a driving lesson in the middle, which was less fun. God, my driving instructor hates me. Fortunately, I will never see him again. I made up a lie along the lines of "I can't afford any more lessons!" so he said that there was no point in finishing the course I'm currently on because I'm so used to my Dad's car now. Woohoo! Should have got the money back for the one lesson, obviously, but I lied that spectacularly (I hate letting people down just cos I don't like them) that I basically faintly offered to come back in January, so I didn't get the money. Ah, crap. Fairly obviously I paid the money back to my mum as I'm not that cruel. Except for the fact I'm soon to take £36 off her as she offered to pay for my college trips and UCAS - £21 for the history and £15 for UCAS.
Anyhoo. Evening consisted of Clare coming around and I sincerely hope she got home okay. We watched Shrek 2, which was great, and she regaled me with tales of Just What I Said on Friday night. Apparently Emily read a text message too. *facepalm* I couldn't WRITE for crying out loud... this is why I'm jumping on the wagon. I had much more fun laughing at other people.
Today has been a long day. People have been laughing at me ("You nearly fell in the pond! Twice!") and apparently I'm a very violent drunk. Ack. That's why I do feel ashamed of myself. And yes, I was carried up the road. Oh, the shame. I have also done no work, but I have Officially Applied To University. I had to close my eyes to click the button out of fear. I wonder when I start getting offers back? Hmmm.
And now it is lunchtime and the dinosaurs are done. To English! *facepalm*
~Hathy_Col, Who Appreciates All Of Her Posts Have Been Boring Thus Far For Which She Apologies~
P.S Why does the computer lab smell of curry? *curious*
So, slept very well on Saturday evening and woke up on Sunday after twelve glorious hours. Hangover had mostly gone away, despite some lingering headaches mocking me cruelly. I proceeded to go to training, which was fun. I'm horribly out of practice, though - I can't describe how much pain I'm in right now. There's a big bruise on my back, one of my stomach, back of the legs are aching and my hands are wrecked. Heh. I am horribly out of pratice as mentioned - how rubbish am I? It's embarrassing. Despite my general crappiness, I seem to have been promoted. Sort of. The Dragon Militia are no more, are now Phoenixes and have to wear blue phoenixes. I wouldn't have given in over the colour, but... well... Fi had already made black tabbards and I'm not a naturally cruel person. Rob is now my
Looked rather effective, actually.
I had to go to a driving lesson in the middle, which was less fun. God, my driving instructor hates me. Fortunately, I will never see him again. I made up a lie along the lines of "I can't afford any more lessons!" so he said that there was no point in finishing the course I'm currently on because I'm so used to my Dad's car now. Woohoo! Should have got the money back for the one lesson, obviously, but I lied that spectacularly (I hate letting people down just cos I don't like them) that I basically faintly offered to come back in January, so I didn't get the money. Ah, crap. Fairly obviously I paid the money back to my mum as I'm not that cruel. Except for the fact I'm soon to take £36 off her as she offered to pay for my college trips and UCAS - £21 for the history and £15 for UCAS.
Anyhoo. Evening consisted of Clare coming around and I sincerely hope she got home okay. We watched Shrek 2, which was great, and she regaled me with tales of Just What I Said on Friday night. Apparently Emily read a text message too. *facepalm* I couldn't WRITE for crying out loud... this is why I'm jumping on the wagon. I had much more fun laughing at other people.
Today has been a long day. People have been laughing at me ("You nearly fell in the pond! Twice!") and apparently I'm a very violent drunk. Ack. That's why I do feel ashamed of myself. And yes, I was carried up the road. Oh, the shame. I have also done no work, but I have Officially Applied To University. I had to close my eyes to click the button out of fear. I wonder when I start getting offers back? Hmmm.
And now it is lunchtime and the dinosaurs are done. To English! *facepalm*
~Hathy_Col, Who Appreciates All Of Her Posts Have Been Boring Thus Far For Which She Apologies~
P.S Why does the computer lab smell of curry? *curious*
