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Jan. 2nd, 2005 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSteve from X-Factor is number one.
Well, bollocks.
After a desperate attempt to try and get everything done, I ended up falling into bed at about 10.00. By 11.10 I was still awake n incredibly frustrated at my lamentable talent to do what I usually do - pass out within three minutes of putting my head down unless I'm staying awake purposefully, usually to think. Anyway, I couldn't sleep and wanted to cry because of it, which I think may account for my distinctly odd dreams and pounding headache when I woke up this morning. By my mother.
"IT'S ELEVEN THIRTY! GET UP! WE'RE GOING SHOPPING!"
I groaned like a hungry zombie, and looked like one as I shambled towards the shower. 20 minutes later, my mother was dragging me out of the house for Clothes Shopping.
I do not like Clothes Shopping. At all. However, mother has decreed that I own no clothes. This is a blatent lie, as she's quite lovely and tuns up every so often with cheapy t-shirts, which I like. This keeps my well-clothed, and should I need anything special, I do buy it. I just don't like getting a lot - it flusters me, and I am so awkward it's beyond a joke. I am fairly well-proportioned up top, but I have Hobbit-sized legs. And I have VERY particular taste in jeans.
I am also going away next month, so Mum thinks I need more clothes. Right. Well, it's her money, despite the immense guilt I felt. Although less guilt than I might have done - she refers to me as butch on a fairly regular basis, despite my wailings, andn then has the NERVE to recommended clothes to me from Burton. Admittingly, I am currently wearing on of their very snuggly slightly-too-big-in-different-places jumpers. *snuggles*
So, off we went to the sales in cheapy land. Tescos wielded a black hooded zip-up whatsit. Matalan was more of a success - red jeans! Egads! 30" red jeans at that! They only partially drag on the floor! And flares! Okay, flares that are too long and too big, but I like them. They just need a belt. And some t-shirts. And also a winter coat, which is big and black and somewhat bulky, but apparently will be good in New York. It's cold there.
Oh, and I got a hat. Which is all I wanted from the entire trip, to be honest.
Blatent consumerism aside (and purse emptied of all change, god knows how much but it clinked a lot into Tsumani Relief, give if you can, people, I don't want to despair MORE of the human race) I have spent the rest of this evening trying to cope with the horrors of Coward's "The Stuart Age". I have NEVER been so glad to see Charles II die, because that's where this module ENDS. I still need to do some real revision, but now I can actually get down to it. PRAISE YE THE LORD etc.
And now I am going to go and get a cup of tea. Tomorrow I am VERY much looking forward to, as I can distribute my OMGWTF presents to the Resident Lunatics. After Liz's raptrous response to fluffy handcuffs, I hope it is a sign of a good response from the others. Okay, I haven't bought anyone else fluffy handcuffs, but... erm... I will say no more. Roll on tomorrow!
~Hathy_Col~
Well, bollocks.
After a desperate attempt to try and get everything done, I ended up falling into bed at about 10.00. By 11.10 I was still awake n incredibly frustrated at my lamentable talent to do what I usually do - pass out within three minutes of putting my head down unless I'm staying awake purposefully, usually to think. Anyway, I couldn't sleep and wanted to cry because of it, which I think may account for my distinctly odd dreams and pounding headache when I woke up this morning. By my mother.
"IT'S ELEVEN THIRTY! GET UP! WE'RE GOING SHOPPING!"
I groaned like a hungry zombie, and looked like one as I shambled towards the shower. 20 minutes later, my mother was dragging me out of the house for Clothes Shopping.
I do not like Clothes Shopping. At all. However, mother has decreed that I own no clothes. This is a blatent lie, as she's quite lovely and tuns up every so often with cheapy t-shirts, which I like. This keeps my well-clothed, and should I need anything special, I do buy it. I just don't like getting a lot - it flusters me, and I am so awkward it's beyond a joke. I am fairly well-proportioned up top, but I have Hobbit-sized legs. And I have VERY particular taste in jeans.
I am also going away next month, so Mum thinks I need more clothes. Right. Well, it's her money, despite the immense guilt I felt. Although less guilt than I might have done - she refers to me as butch on a fairly regular basis, despite my wailings, andn then has the NERVE to recommended clothes to me from Burton. Admittingly, I am currently wearing on of their very snuggly slightly-too-big-in-different-places jumpers. *snuggles*
So, off we went to the sales in cheapy land. Tescos wielded a black hooded zip-up whatsit. Matalan was more of a success - red jeans! Egads! 30" red jeans at that! They only partially drag on the floor! And flares! Okay, flares that are too long and too big, but I like them. They just need a belt. And some t-shirts. And also a winter coat, which is big and black and somewhat bulky, but apparently will be good in New York. It's cold there.
Oh, and I got a hat. Which is all I wanted from the entire trip, to be honest.
Blatent consumerism aside (and purse emptied of all change, god knows how much but it clinked a lot into Tsumani Relief, give if you can, people, I don't want to despair MORE of the human race) I have spent the rest of this evening trying to cope with the horrors of Coward's "The Stuart Age". I have NEVER been so glad to see Charles II die, because that's where this module ENDS. I still need to do some real revision, but now I can actually get down to it. PRAISE YE THE LORD etc.
And now I am going to go and get a cup of tea. Tomorrow I am VERY much looking forward to, as I can distribute my OMGWTF presents to the Resident Lunatics. After Liz's raptrous response to fluffy handcuffs, I hope it is a sign of a good response from the others. Okay, I haven't bought anyone else fluffy handcuffs, but... erm... I will say no more. Roll on tomorrow!
~Hathy_Col~
