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hathycolGosh. Lots and lots to write about, and yet no time. I have a shiny new keyboard! The last one, after seven years of abuse, tea being dropped into the keys, biscuits, orange juice, a nest of spiders living in it (oh, but I wish I was making that up) and various other sundry things in it, it's gone to that place the calculators go. However, it has rather buggared up my net access.
So, Friday was another good day. It was freezing cold, on the downside, and the bus ws late. As it so very often is. Except the connecting bus - without which my bus can't leave didn't turn up. Like, at all. Hee, late for college. Always a bonus, except for when the bus journey consists of Enid and Simon trying to freak me out. Bah. Although yay, because Enid and Simon! On the bus! With me! Enid and Simon! Alas that I had lessons ALL DAY and can't scive with a clear conscience, so I made do with hiding in the library with them at breaks and whatnot. Alas, no one turned up for training. I did, however, get grabbed by one guy in the library. "Hey, are you the re-enactment girl?" so we may have some luck yet.
I hope.
Had one horribly hairy moment, though. Apparently I needed to hand a signed-by-tutor paper copy of UCAS form into sutdent reception. OMGWTF?! I discovered this at 3.50pm. College finishes at 4.00pm. Oh, and did I mention that Friday was the final college deadline?
I literally panicked, quite spectacularly. Printed off a copy in scary record time, ran to Oliver saying thus:
"OliverOliverOliversignthis."
"I..."
"Pleasedon'targuethere'sbeenacockup."
"Well, okay." He signs. "Didn't think you'd be last minute..."
Too late. I was already running down the corridor. Got it in on time! YES! SCORE!
Went home humming happily, and out I went to the pub on a sort of last minute night out. It was supposed to be small, but sort of ballooned. On Friday night, the weather predicted it would be -4 Celsius. Of course, this made it entirely logical for me to wear a mini-skirt. *facepalm*
So, spent majority of the night in a New Pub - The Golden Lion. I think that's all of the Ormskirk town centre I have now visited. Worrying.
However, we did, in tradition, go and get pizza and eat it whilst sitting in the park around midnight. I admit - I drank. Surprisingly little, though. I had one double vodka in the space of everyone elses three, and I also had one and half cheap alcopops. Must have hit me somewhere, though, as I have discovered that the most fun thing IN THE WORLD in playing hide and seek in a childrens playpark at 1am with a -4 temperature and a mini-skirt. I am bruised from the rocking horse thing. Also, there is a fantastic borderline gay porn video knocking around. And I'm the one filming it, which is nice. Day/Dobbin=New OTP.
Woke up the next morning, threw Christine out due to the fact that I had to go to work. Bah. Work was long and boring, so I came home quite happily but freezing. Can someone explain how my work can be, at the same time, a presure cooker and a fridge? Keyboard was dead upon arrival at home, so nanced around most of the evening, saw how our true monarch is King Michael (lives in Aus) and generally rather enjoyed some mad Plantangenet theories.
Then I watched Moulin Rouge. God, I love that film. I forgot how much. Wept buckets at the end, but... gosh. It's so good. And has David Wenham. In drag. And it's extravagent, and reminds me why Nicole Kidman is really rather cool, and oh, it was god.
Slept for 13 hours, on and off. In my defence, I had the most appalling night with horrible stomach pains. When I fell back to sleep, at about 8am, I had such a weird dream. It involved me leading an army of my family to war, being dead but still around, for some reason, and Fingolfin being a middle-aged woman driving a Mercedes Benz.
Really that weird.
And now I am here. Have been watching Stargate all day - remembered why JAck remains my favourite character EVER - and I am playing with the new keyboard before I go out to see Bridget Jones with Clareyperson. Wheeee!
Bah. College tomorrow.
~Hathy_Col~
So, Friday was another good day. It was freezing cold, on the downside, and the bus ws late. As it so very often is. Except the connecting bus - without which my bus can't leave didn't turn up. Like, at all. Hee, late for college. Always a bonus, except for when the bus journey consists of Enid and Simon trying to freak me out. Bah. Although yay, because Enid and Simon! On the bus! With me! Enid and Simon! Alas that I had lessons ALL DAY and can't scive with a clear conscience, so I made do with hiding in the library with them at breaks and whatnot. Alas, no one turned up for training. I did, however, get grabbed by one guy in the library. "Hey, are you the re-enactment girl?" so we may have some luck yet.
I hope.
Had one horribly hairy moment, though. Apparently I needed to hand a signed-by-tutor paper copy of UCAS form into sutdent reception. OMGWTF?! I discovered this at 3.50pm. College finishes at 4.00pm. Oh, and did I mention that Friday was the final college deadline?
I literally panicked, quite spectacularly. Printed off a copy in scary record time, ran to Oliver saying thus:
"OliverOliverOliversignthis."
"I..."
"Pleasedon'targuethere'sbeenacockup."
"Well, okay." He signs. "Didn't think you'd be last minute..."
Too late. I was already running down the corridor. Got it in on time! YES! SCORE!
Went home humming happily, and out I went to the pub on a sort of last minute night out. It was supposed to be small, but sort of ballooned. On Friday night, the weather predicted it would be -4 Celsius. Of course, this made it entirely logical for me to wear a mini-skirt. *facepalm*
So, spent majority of the night in a New Pub - The Golden Lion. I think that's all of the Ormskirk town centre I have now visited. Worrying.
However, we did, in tradition, go and get pizza and eat it whilst sitting in the park around midnight. I admit - I drank. Surprisingly little, though. I had one double vodka in the space of everyone elses three, and I also had one and half cheap alcopops. Must have hit me somewhere, though, as I have discovered that the most fun thing IN THE WORLD in playing hide and seek in a childrens playpark at 1am with a -4 temperature and a mini-skirt. I am bruised from the rocking horse thing. Also, there is a fantastic borderline gay porn video knocking around. And I'm the one filming it, which is nice. Day/Dobbin=New OTP.
Woke up the next morning, threw Christine out due to the fact that I had to go to work. Bah. Work was long and boring, so I came home quite happily but freezing. Can someone explain how my work can be, at the same time, a presure cooker and a fridge? Keyboard was dead upon arrival at home, so nanced around most of the evening, saw how our true monarch is King Michael (lives in Aus) and generally rather enjoyed some mad Plantangenet theories.
Then I watched Moulin Rouge. God, I love that film. I forgot how much. Wept buckets at the end, but... gosh. It's so good. And has David Wenham. In drag. And it's extravagent, and reminds me why Nicole Kidman is really rather cool, and oh, it was god.
Slept for 13 hours, on and off. In my defence, I had the most appalling night with horrible stomach pains. When I fell back to sleep, at about 8am, I had such a weird dream. It involved me leading an army of my family to war, being dead but still around, for some reason, and Fingolfin being a middle-aged woman driving a Mercedes Benz.
Really that weird.
And now I am here. Have been watching Stargate all day - remembered why JAck remains my favourite character EVER - and I am playing with the new keyboard before I go out to see Bridget Jones with Clareyperson. Wheeee!
Bah. College tomorrow.
~Hathy_Col~
