hathycol | I want...

I want... all of my friends to get on and agree with each other, even if they can't. I do actually quite like all my friends and I hate being put in the position of having to choose. I won't do that.

I want... everyone to be happy and get into the university they want, whether it be Oxford, Cambridge and Edge Hill. And I want to give hugs to everyone, no matter how the interviews went for them.

I want... ~~college computers to stop being so slow.~~ [Edit: It worked!] I want to have some time to myself, at home, to check all this stuff, to see people's pictures (

balthaser, I'm talking to you) which I can't veiw because I FORGOT HOW MUCH I HATE DIALUP. This is what happens when you go to college in a field, with no broadband available.

I want... to finish this frigging essay. Last night, I managed to complete my English essay, in between work, cutting and frying my own chips (no one will appreciate what an achievement that is. I'm mortally terrified of the deep fat fryer) but fairly obviously I didn't get any of media done. ~~Did I mention it's in for next lesson?~~ [Edit: Neeeh! Managed to finish the bitch!]

I want... it to be Christmas. Yes, after lots of trying to be Christmassy, failing and ending up a Scrooge, I have now become Christmassy. It started this morning, when Kerry bought tinsel in to decorate A15. This spiralled into plans for a Christmas party next Friday in which we exchange Secret Santa gifts, eat pringles and are generally silly throughout lunch. OH MY GOD WE SHOULD HAVE CRACKERS. I have decided.

I want... people to listen to me when I try my maniacal matchmaking. I am now fixated on Kathbert - Kathryn/Rob(ert). It WILL happen, even if I have to ~~truss them up and chuck them out on the Lever Causeway~~ sorry, wrong couple, I mean lock them in the armoury until something happens.

I want... to say goodbye now.

~Hathy_Col~