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FOR THE 'IN CROWD' I BELIEVE THE INFLIGHT MOVIE IS SHREK2
Copied and pasted directly from an e-mail from my politics teacher. The woman is obsessed with Shrek 2, and we had an indepth discussion of how it had an amendment in it.
"Look! Did anyone spot it?"
*dead silence*
"The Right to Remain Silent!" The capital letters were in perfect place as she subjected us to awful, awful impressions. Gah.
I'm still as depressive as sin and I'm really rather fed up of my moods shifting like this. I also hate the way I sound in LJ, because I feel like I'm attention seeking, and despite being a comment whore, I'm really not. Sorry, everyone. I managed to sort out my MP3 player yesterday, and it gave me a little boost, knowing that I had something new to listen to on the way to college. Erm, but I fucked it up and all the old songs are gone but nothing new. My MP3 player is a little bit dead at the moment - the screen is smooshed so I can never see what I'm doing on it. It plays, so it must be relatively okay, but I really hope this isn;t an ominous sign that it won't accept downloads.
Musically, my day was much improved by a copied CD from Liz (which I am listening to now - hurrah for college computers!), who then informed me that Simon had broken his leg. I had one moment in which I was thoroughly confused in a Twilight Zone manner, but it turns out that Simon being Simon had quite simply forgotten to tell me while I was on MSN. This makes the fourth time he's been hit by a car (impressive) and more than 7 times someone has had to nag him to go to hospital. I am tempted to wrap him in cotton wool, just to see if it would work.
Anyway. The day has been bleak and rather rubbish. I was going to go home, but my instinctive Good Side made me go to media, which turned out to be ten minutes. I am, once again, Not Amused. This did give me the opportunity to sit and squee over POTO with Gemma at lunch. You would not believe the squee levels we induced, with randomised bitching about Raoul ("He's so bland! And pushy!") and general funness. But there we are.
Potential lift home tonight, huzzah. But BAH I have to go to driving myself tonight. That is not good.
I am rambling. Ignore me again.
Is it just me, or does the blone one from Girls Aloud look like Number Six from BSG? *mind boggles*
*boggles*
~Hathy_Col~
FOR THE 'IN CROWD' I BELIEVE THE INFLIGHT MOVIE IS SHREK2
Copied and pasted directly from an e-mail from my politics teacher. The woman is obsessed with Shrek 2, and we had an indepth discussion of how it had an amendment in it.
"Look! Did anyone spot it?"
*dead silence*
"The Right to Remain Silent!" The capital letters were in perfect place as she subjected us to awful, awful impressions. Gah.
I'm still as depressive as sin and I'm really rather fed up of my moods shifting like this. I also hate the way I sound in LJ, because I feel like I'm attention seeking, and despite being a comment whore, I'm really not. Sorry, everyone. I managed to sort out my MP3 player yesterday, and it gave me a little boost, knowing that I had something new to listen to on the way to college. Erm, but I fucked it up and all the old songs are gone but nothing new. My MP3 player is a little bit dead at the moment - the screen is smooshed so I can never see what I'm doing on it. It plays, so it must be relatively okay, but I really hope this isn;t an ominous sign that it won't accept downloads.
Musically, my day was much improved by a copied CD from Liz (which I am listening to now - hurrah for college computers!), who then informed me that Simon had broken his leg. I had one moment in which I was thoroughly confused in a Twilight Zone manner, but it turns out that Simon being Simon had quite simply forgotten to tell me while I was on MSN. This makes the fourth time he's been hit by a car (impressive) and more than 7 times someone has had to nag him to go to hospital. I am tempted to wrap him in cotton wool, just to see if it would work.
Anyway. The day has been bleak and rather rubbish. I was going to go home, but my instinctive Good Side made me go to media, which turned out to be ten minutes. I am, once again, Not Amused. This did give me the opportunity to sit and squee over POTO with Gemma at lunch. You would not believe the squee levels we induced, with randomised bitching about Raoul ("He's so bland! And pushy!") and general funness. But there we are.
Potential lift home tonight, huzzah. But BAH I have to go to driving myself tonight. That is not good.
I am rambling. Ignore me again.
Is it just me, or does the blone one from Girls Aloud look like Number Six from BSG? *mind boggles*
*boggles*
~Hathy_Col~
