![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolHello, precious. *pets LJ*
To be brutally honest, I haven't notcied as much as I might do. I was Busy all day Saturday and when found out about the CATASTROPHIC breakdown, I couldn't get at a computer and sheer willpower has kept me away from the compeeh today. I couldn't have taken the idea that I had no LJ and nothing to distract me from Charles II. So I revised quite solidly and am spending this evening Distracting Myself. Hi, did you miss me?
So, yes. As LJ was leaving a vast vacuum of PAIN and TORTURE in our collective existences (unless you're![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rhaeselon) I was stuck in sometghing equally painful; I call it Homebase. Appalling shift, although I am growing to like the new technology they're using. I had much fun earwigging in on Zoe picking on the warehouse staff and vice versa, and am amausing ten minutes within which one person was mocking us and pretending that they worked for Comet. Watching the entire store panic and check the frequency was indeed a sight to behold.
Also, there was light at the end of the tunnel. On Wednesday, Clare and I decided to takeloneraven to go and see Phantom Of The Opera and this quietly expanded to purplerainbow because, y'know, double date so El Parento dropped me off at Iona's after work. In an unusual act of generousity, my watch now has a new battery, but perhaps it is guilt after she presented me with three pans. Not that she's looking forward to throwing me out. Oh no.
So, I got to Iona's house (which never fails to amaze me. It is HUGE and really is white house by the sea. Harrumph) and found the poor thing drowing in chemistry. I was not feeling particularly healthy at this point, and going to a local garage produced Polos as the only viable alternative to cough sweets. I think I am allergic to work. I am ill every time I come out of the place. Anyway, we sat and ate Polo's whilst discussing, amongst other things, haemophilia in the royal families of Europe. We are so intellectual. Or not, really, but it's nice to pretend. Clare and an equally dying Hannah turned up a small while later, and we made a playlist for Iona's computer between Hannah beginning the slow process of poking me and generally insulting me. We then decided we were hungry, so wandered to Ron and subsequently MacDonalds whilst listening to a mix CD, made for Clare to make up for the one that was stolen. To take some of the playlist in the order:
The Killers - Somebody Told Me
Radiohead - Paranoid Android
M*A*S*H - Suicide Is Painless
Snow Patrol - How To Be Dead
Jimmy Eat World - Pain
Jimmy Eat World - Kill
There is a reason we call her DEATH.
Hannah proceeded to verbally attack me in MacDonalds. I was completely unprepared for this, so initially my comeback was just "... bitch!" It's like being attacked by a fluffy kitten! *kicks Hannah* We shall blame it on hormones and illness.
The cinema was actually really busy, particularly for Phantom. The film came on, we settled down to watch (after the slashy Orange adverts) and my, that film is good, despite urges to quote 'Movies In Fifteen Minutes' at it. Hannah and I did that afterwards.
MADAME GIRY: I weel take you to Christine. Kip your ’ands at ze level of your aiz.
RAOUL: My who at the level of my what?
Also, many random shouts of 'SLASHITY!'
We got home very late, and I spent the first part of today driving. Not too badly, but god, it was rather awful trying expecially when I got stuck behind a van when I turned out of my road (STUPID FUCKING PLACE TO PARK FUCKING BT) and a had a whole row of traffic behind me whilst I panicked and cyclist shouted at me. Since Dad was also in the car I couldn't shout back "FUCK OFF YOU GERIATRIC TART!" because she was old and in skintight lycra. *shudders* Revision has been the rest of the day, and god it is going badly.
Lastly, Peacekeeper Wars is on tonight. I am taping it as I want to go bed early. How sad.
ARGH VV MUST BE FINISHED TONIGHT FUCKITY. (Literally, if you're Tuilenn.)
And for the Discworld fans... look at this horror. They have ripped of Susan Sto Helit. GAAAH.
~Hathy_Col~
To be brutally honest, I haven't notcied as much as I might do. I was Busy all day Saturday and when found out about the CATASTROPHIC breakdown, I couldn't get at a computer and sheer willpower has kept me away from the compeeh today. I couldn't have taken the idea that I had no LJ and nothing to distract me from Charles II. So I revised quite solidly and am spending this evening Distracting Myself. Hi, did you miss me?
So, yes. As LJ was leaving a vast vacuum of PAIN and TORTURE in our collective existences (unless you're
rhaeselon) I was stuck in sometghing equally painful; I call it Homebase. Appalling shift, although I am growing to like the new technology they're using. I had much fun earwigging in on Zoe picking on the warehouse staff and vice versa, and am amausing ten minutes within which one person was mocking us and pretending that they worked for Comet. Watching the entire store panic and check the frequency was indeed a sight to behold.Also, there was light at the end of the tunnel. On Wednesday, Clare and I decided to take
loneraven to go and see Phantom Of The Opera and this quietly expanded to purplerainbow So, I got to Iona's house (which never fails to amaze me. It is HUGE and really is white house by the sea. Harrumph) and found the poor thing drowing in chemistry. I was not feeling particularly healthy at this point, and going to a local garage produced Polos as the only viable alternative to cough sweets. I think I am allergic to work. I am ill every time I come out of the place. Anyway, we sat and ate Polo's whilst discussing, amongst other things, haemophilia in the royal families of Europe. We are so intellectual. Or not, really, but it's nice to pretend. Clare and an equally dying Hannah turned up a small while later, and we made a playlist for Iona's computer between Hannah beginning the slow process of poking me and generally insulting me. We then decided we were hungry, so wandered to Ron and subsequently MacDonalds whilst listening to a mix CD, made for Clare to make up for the one that was stolen. To take some of the playlist in the order:
The Killers - Somebody Told Me
Radiohead - Paranoid Android
M*A*S*H - Suicide Is Painless
Snow Patrol - How To Be Dead
Jimmy Eat World - Pain
Jimmy Eat World - Kill
There is a reason we call her DEATH.
Hannah proceeded to verbally attack me in MacDonalds. I was completely unprepared for this, so initially my comeback was just "... bitch!" It's like being attacked by a fluffy kitten! *kicks Hannah* We shall blame it on hormones and illness.
The cinema was actually really busy, particularly for Phantom. The film came on, we settled down to watch (after the slashy Orange adverts) and my, that film is good, despite urges to quote 'Movies In Fifteen Minutes' at it. Hannah and I did that afterwards.
MADAME GIRY: I weel take you to Christine. Kip your ’ands at ze level of your aiz.
RAOUL: My who at the level of my what?
Also, many random shouts of 'SLASHITY!'
We got home very late, and I spent the first part of today driving. Not too badly, but god, it was rather awful trying expecially when I got stuck behind a van when I turned out of my road (STUPID FUCKING PLACE TO PARK FUCKING BT) and a had a whole row of traffic behind me whilst I panicked and cyclist shouted at me. Since Dad was also in the car I couldn't shout back "FUCK OFF YOU GERIATRIC TART!" because she was old and in skintight lycra. *shudders* Revision has been the rest of the day, and god it is going badly.
Lastly, Peacekeeper Wars is on tonight. I am taping it as I want to go bed early. How sad.
ARGH VV MUST BE FINISHED TONIGHT FUCKITY. (Literally, if you're Tuilenn.)
And for the Discworld fans... look at this horror. They have ripped of Susan Sto Helit. GAAAH.
~Hathy_Col~
