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Dec. 13th, 2004 05:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolToday has been something of a brutal day, to be frank. I arrived home, ready to decorate the Christmas tree in the usual haphazard fashion, with sparkly multicoloured lights, decorations we've had since I was 6, and general other Christmass stuff. I arrived home to find my little sister and her friends having finished decorated the tree, with a colour scheme (silver? SILVER?) and were singing along badly to What If. That song has connotations, people. I'm not one of the people who watched the video when it came on the web and cried. Oh ho, no. I was THERE. I was AT that convention, and I was sitting right at the front. I was less than 20 foot away from Michael Shanks as they played that video, and I don't care how geeky it is, that's going to stand out as a very bittersweet memory for me.
I feel very depressed and distinctly unChristmassy.
Still, it's probably for a reason. Today has been dreadful. Last night, I finished my history homework which he proceeded not ask for. However, last night I was finishing it rather late, relying on the sugar I gleaned from my reamining humbugs. (The irony of this does not escape me.) Erm, I blame Bring It On. There's something really watchable about it, and I don't know what it is. It's only partially Eliza Dushku, you filthy buggars. So, did history and more or less fell int bed, having not read my preparation pack for English mock, nor done my English essay.
Getting up this morning was, well, physical pain, but I did it. Went in. Spent my morning frantically reading and then it all went tits up when I realised that my essay had not been done and it was break time. Collected stuff, purchased lunch for eating later and sat in A15 and wibbled as those around me put up Christmas decorations. History was an unusually awful lesson. Christmas is cancelled in history, apparently. My college splits up unusually late, leaving it until the 21st. Traditionally, the last day or so, all elssons are cancelled. Oh no. History - last lesson of the last day - will be a revision session. Seriously. I know I have exams in January, but this term has been so damned hard that he could at least let us have some time off, on the last lesson!
I do, however, have two half lessons free so toher people can revise. w00t. History was just BLEURGH. Louise was annoying me (stop asking questions! Just stop! It's irritating!) and it just wasn't fun. I frantically ate sandwiches and wibbled through second break trying to write my essay, and then nearly broke down in shock. Jess is seeing bloody David Howarth, and the shock made me irrational.
"YOU DID NOT TELL ME THIS MORNING!"
"I HINTED AT YOU!"
"BEFORE TEN AM AND YOU EXPECTED ME TO LISTEN?"
I proceeded to calm down slightly, but I suspect I have genuinely hurt her feelings. Which I feel bad for. "Oh, you're only saying that because you feel guilty," she snapped at me. Well, duh.
This made politics even worse - a stony Jess on one side, a frankly irritating Louise on the other and an English essay in the middle which I wibbled over and wrote during the lesson, ergo missing no doubt vital politics revision. I did listen enough to hear that Christmas is also cancelled for politics.
Feeling distinctly rubbish, I finished my sandwich in A15 and thenm after a 15 minute lunch break, went to do my English mock. How fnarking depressing. It was two and half hours of pure torture. I tried to reasonm to myself that it wouldn't be that bad - it was two and a half hours in which to write, and I could have chocolate and music and everything, but I panicked. Utterly and completely and dreadfully. I nearly cried whilst writing it and so did everyone else.
Bah.
The bus on the way home was cold and generically rubbish. And now I'm at home, without aforementioned tree decorating stuff. I feel Scrooge-like. This is probably not a good thing, as I have Megan's Carol Concert tonight (which I now feel like avoiding) and also the Ranger Christmas meal. Mum's just slipped me a tenner under the order of "You need to eat!" which is a very pleasent fiction.
Now I should go. I don't really want to go tonight, but I have to - Mum doesn't have anyone else to go with and I'm a dutiful daughter deep down. I'm also a VERY unhappy sister...
~Hathy_Col~
I feel very depressed and distinctly unChristmassy.
Still, it's probably for a reason. Today has been dreadful. Last night, I finished my history homework which he proceeded not ask for. However, last night I was finishing it rather late, relying on the sugar I gleaned from my reamining humbugs. (The irony of this does not escape me.) Erm, I blame Bring It On. There's something really watchable about it, and I don't know what it is. It's only partially Eliza Dushku, you filthy buggars. So, did history and more or less fell int bed, having not read my preparation pack for English mock, nor done my English essay.
Getting up this morning was, well, physical pain, but I did it. Went in. Spent my morning frantically reading and then it all went tits up when I realised that my essay had not been done and it was break time. Collected stuff, purchased lunch for eating later and sat in A15 and wibbled as those around me put up Christmas decorations. History was an unusually awful lesson. Christmas is cancelled in history, apparently. My college splits up unusually late, leaving it until the 21st. Traditionally, the last day or so, all elssons are cancelled. Oh no. History - last lesson of the last day - will be a revision session. Seriously. I know I have exams in January, but this term has been so damned hard that he could at least let us have some time off, on the last lesson!
I do, however, have two half lessons free so toher people can revise. w00t. History was just BLEURGH. Louise was annoying me (stop asking questions! Just stop! It's irritating!) and it just wasn't fun. I frantically ate sandwiches and wibbled through second break trying to write my essay, and then nearly broke down in shock. Jess is seeing bloody David Howarth, and the shock made me irrational.
"YOU DID NOT TELL ME THIS MORNING!"
"I HINTED AT YOU!"
"BEFORE TEN AM AND YOU EXPECTED ME TO LISTEN?"
I proceeded to calm down slightly, but I suspect I have genuinely hurt her feelings. Which I feel bad for. "Oh, you're only saying that because you feel guilty," she snapped at me. Well, duh.
This made politics even worse - a stony Jess on one side, a frankly irritating Louise on the other and an English essay in the middle which I wibbled over and wrote during the lesson, ergo missing no doubt vital politics revision. I did listen enough to hear that Christmas is also cancelled for politics.
Feeling distinctly rubbish, I finished my sandwich in A15 and thenm after a 15 minute lunch break, went to do my English mock. How fnarking depressing. It was two and half hours of pure torture. I tried to reasonm to myself that it wouldn't be that bad - it was two and a half hours in which to write, and I could have chocolate and music and everything, but I panicked. Utterly and completely and dreadfully. I nearly cried whilst writing it and so did everyone else.
Bah.
The bus on the way home was cold and generically rubbish. And now I'm at home, without aforementioned tree decorating stuff. I feel Scrooge-like. This is probably not a good thing, as I have Megan's Carol Concert tonight (which I now feel like avoiding) and also the Ranger Christmas meal. Mum's just slipped me a tenner under the order of "You need to eat!" which is a very pleasent fiction.
Now I should go. I don't really want to go tonight, but I have to - Mum doesn't have anyone else to go with and I'm a dutiful daughter deep down. I'm also a VERY unhappy sister...
~Hathy_Col~
