UNCONDITIONAL OFFER FROM ABERDEEN!
Dec. 23rd, 2004 06:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolOH MY GOD.
This was going to be a post about the last few days. In fact, it still is. Somewhere. Brain has been overtaken by UCAS, saying the following:
The University Of Aberdeen, V100, Sep 05 - Unconditional Offer
A PASS AT GRADE B IN A LEVEL HISTORY WILL ENABLE YOU TO
ENTER DIRECTLY INTO SECOND LEVEL COURSES IN HISTORY IF YOU
SO WISH
Not only can go and study history at the 14th best university in the country, they will let me go in whatever I get, and they like me that much I can skip the first year.
Excuse me, I haven't quite yet stopped crying with joy. Aberdeen is a uni that veers between being my first and second choice, depending on how proletariat I'm feeling. Right now, it's my first choice. Cos, y'know, I can FAIL my A-Levels and still get in!
Did I mention the crying?
I'm a little annoyed with my father - he immediately assumed that I wouldn't want to go for the first year, despite protestations that I'd miss out on all the good stuff like socialising. Still. Oh my god. Unconditional offer. Unconditional. Jesus. Crying again.
Dad has just redeemed himself by coming in and saying "You realise you were perfectly good enough for Oxford?" Hmmm. I don't think this is true, but that's just me.
So. Normality.
**
Been a busy few days. Christmas holidays? My left foot.
Wednesday began with (oh my god unconditional offer okay sorry) Clare, Emily and Ron driving up at 9. I had previous warning of this - I got a text message reading "Are you awake?" just as I had got out of the shower. Hence my sarcastic reply of "Yes, showered too, but not dressed. I'll say no more to stop Em gibbering." Em and Clare were Christmas shopping at the Trafford Centre, and I was coming along... well, I don't know why I was there, actually. I did end up in the role of Personal Shopper, however. My role seemed to be one of generic bullying. "Stop dithering, start paying!" They were on a quest to complete all shopping by 2pm. Considering there was a break for coffee in the middle, I was astounded that they made it by 2.45pm. As a reward, so to speak, we went to see The Incredibles which was.... well... incredible. I really enjoyed it and giggled a lot, and also got far too many superhero jokes...
Anyway. We then drove home, which was a challenge. I would like to take this opportunity to quote Iona:
"Clare, you drive like a maniac. It's fantastic!"
Others disagree to this, and I admit at one point to closing my eyes and hurriedly reciting the Hail Mary. Clare poked me. I may have deserved this, especially since we got phenomonally lost coming back...
So, got through the door and fell into bed pretty much straight afterwards. Today, I went out once more - this time to Southport, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
si_moon and shrimpeh's joint birthday whatsit at the internationall renowned restaurant. Yes, we went to Pizza Hut and created general chaos. I was extraordinarily late due to the crapness of the bus (25 minutes late!) but I made it just in time to order, and I ate an unholy amount of food. My justification is thus: I'm in training for Christmas. I sat next to Natalie, who when paired with Enid creates hot lesbian vibes. I spent the entire meal badgering them to just get on with it despite Enid's generic whoreishness. (This is a compliment, to all who are confused.) To my complete and utter shock, they actually morphed into Teh Hawt Lesbian couple by the end of the meal. FEAR ME AND MY MATCHMAKER SELF.
Rob turned up as we had left by leaping on Machiavelli!Simon and yelling "GAME!" Gah. It was a very silly afternoon, actually. As it's Christmas, there were balloons everywhere, which we used to try and levitate a cheese pot. We nearly managed it, but it very slowly fell back to earth. I also gave them both Toblerone for their birthday, and we managed to make the wrapping float. It was a proud moment, although as I mused in the middle:
"We have 17 As between us [Kathryn, me, Julia and Peter] and we can't make the damned thing float!"
It was a good and pleasent day, and I'm glad I went, even if I am so skint that it's scary. I have to complete my Christmas shopping tomorrow... I wish I didn't, but lamentably I have completely forgot two presents, both of whom I am going to bloody see tomorrow. Curses.
El Grandparento are coming down tomorrow. Mum is cleaning like a demon and I am going to go and join in the cleaning fest now. And also tomorrow. This means I cannot sleep in. Buggar!
OFFER OFFER SQUEE OFFER. I'll stop now.
[EDIT: Radio 1? BEST MUSIC EVER right now. Alternative Christmas party, and instead of playing the usual "Lookit! New rap and dance!" music they play at this timje of night, I am now thrashing at my keyboard to Enter Sandman. I had hit my head on the computer moniter. I am in pain and have decided to tell everyone to tune in. RIGHT NOW. That way we can all have thrashing bruises from the desk/keyboard/moniter.]
~Hathy_Col~
This was going to be a post about the last few days. In fact, it still is. Somewhere. Brain has been overtaken by UCAS, saying the following:
The University Of Aberdeen, V100, Sep 05 - Unconditional Offer
A PASS AT GRADE B IN A LEVEL HISTORY WILL ENABLE YOU TO
ENTER DIRECTLY INTO SECOND LEVEL COURSES IN HISTORY IF YOU
SO WISH
Not only can go and study history at the 14th best university in the country, they will let me go in whatever I get, and they like me that much I can skip the first year.
Excuse me, I haven't quite yet stopped crying with joy. Aberdeen is a uni that veers between being my first and second choice, depending on how proletariat I'm feeling. Right now, it's my first choice. Cos, y'know, I can FAIL my A-Levels and still get in!
Did I mention the crying?
I'm a little annoyed with my father - he immediately assumed that I wouldn't want to go for the first year, despite protestations that I'd miss out on all the good stuff like socialising. Still. Oh my god. Unconditional offer. Unconditional. Jesus. Crying again.
Dad has just redeemed himself by coming in and saying "You realise you were perfectly good enough for Oxford?" Hmmm. I don't think this is true, but that's just me.
So. Normality.
**
Been a busy few days. Christmas holidays? My left foot.
Wednesday began with (oh my god unconditional offer okay sorry) Clare, Emily and Ron driving up at 9. I had previous warning of this - I got a text message reading "Are you awake?" just as I had got out of the shower. Hence my sarcastic reply of "Yes, showered too, but not dressed. I'll say no more to stop Em gibbering." Em and Clare were Christmas shopping at the Trafford Centre, and I was coming along... well, I don't know why I was there, actually. I did end up in the role of Personal Shopper, however. My role seemed to be one of generic bullying. "Stop dithering, start paying!" They were on a quest to complete all shopping by 2pm. Considering there was a break for coffee in the middle, I was astounded that they made it by 2.45pm. As a reward, so to speak, we went to see The Incredibles which was.... well... incredible. I really enjoyed it and giggled a lot, and also got far too many superhero jokes...
Anyway. We then drove home, which was a challenge. I would like to take this opportunity to quote Iona:
"Clare, you drive like a maniac. It's fantastic!"
Others disagree to this, and I admit at one point to closing my eyes and hurriedly reciting the Hail Mary. Clare poked me. I may have deserved this, especially since we got phenomonally lost coming back...
So, got through the door and fell into bed pretty much straight afterwards. Today, I went out once more - this time to Southport, for
si_moon and shrimpeh's joint birthday whatsit at the internationall renowned restaurant. Yes, we went to Pizza Hut and created general chaos. I was extraordinarily late due to the crapness of the bus (25 minutes late!) but I made it just in time to order, and I ate an unholy amount of food. My justification is thus: I'm in training for Christmas. I sat next to Natalie, who when paired with Enid creates hot lesbian vibes. I spent the entire meal badgering them to just get on with it despite Enid's generic whoreishness. (This is a compliment, to all who are confused.) To my complete and utter shock, they actually morphed into Teh Hawt Lesbian couple by the end of the meal. FEAR ME AND MY MATCHMAKER SELF.Rob turned up as we had left by leaping on Machiavelli!Simon and yelling "GAME!" Gah. It was a very silly afternoon, actually. As it's Christmas, there were balloons everywhere, which we used to try and levitate a cheese pot. We nearly managed it, but it very slowly fell back to earth. I also gave them both Toblerone for their birthday, and we managed to make the wrapping float. It was a proud moment, although as I mused in the middle:
"We have 17 As between us [Kathryn, me, Julia and Peter] and we can't make the damned thing float!"
It was a good and pleasent day, and I'm glad I went, even if I am so skint that it's scary. I have to complete my Christmas shopping tomorrow... I wish I didn't, but lamentably I have completely forgot two presents, both of whom I am going to bloody see tomorrow. Curses.
El Grandparento are coming down tomorrow. Mum is cleaning like a demon and I am going to go and join in the cleaning fest now. And also tomorrow. This means I cannot sleep in. Buggar!
OFFER OFFER SQUEE OFFER. I'll stop now.
[EDIT: Radio 1? BEST MUSIC EVER right now. Alternative Christmas party, and instead of playing the usual "Lookit! New rap and dance!" music they play at this timje of night, I am now thrashing at my keyboard to Enter Sandman. I had hit my head on the computer moniter. I am in pain and have decided to tell everyone to tune in. RIGHT NOW. That way we can all have thrashing bruises from the desk/keyboard/moniter.]
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-12-24 12:20 am (UTC)Anyway, I am glad about you getting a uni you are obviously so passionate about.
And next time don't lwt Clare know you are praying ;)
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Date: 2004-12-24 11:28 am (UTC)Note to self: keep frantic praying secret as next time I may be thrown out of the car... good idea! *grins*
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Date: 2004-12-26 11:54 pm (UTC)