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Feb. 19th, 2005 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolTo make matters just that bit worse in Ye Great Coursework Saga I am now reading Fran's notes in the manner of one trying to decipher the Rosetta Stone. But, y'know, without any knowledge of Latin or Greek or whatever language it was. The analogy remains. I even tried to get help from mum on this one and she peered at it for two minutes and then laughed at me.
Oh dear.
So, after I posted my wibblings on verbs last night (thanks for the comment, anonymous poster. Who are you? Much appreciated you lovely spellchecker, but I'd like someone to thank!) I went and ran around the house like a maniac before jumping in a car and driving arond and playing Silly Buggars with reverse gear. I like three-point turns, though. Does that make me weird?
Making good time on the return journey, I managed to get stuck behind a silly stupid excuse for a bus driver for the whole way back from Skem. I shouted at him, but when I pulled up, no sign of Ron. Good-o, I thought, and listened in a haze to a breakdown I always recieve from my instructor about what I did wrong and all that gumph. Then a car pulled up behind me, which turned out to be Ron. Huzzah! So I gabbled at the instructor ("Oh, right. Is that your friend there?" "Erm... there is definitely a friend in that car, yes.") and ran out of the car, and left Hannah and Clare to the somewhat doubtful company of my mother while I ran around the house looking for all the hundred things I need to take with me. This done, we left for Iona's house.
Now, I'd like to point out that this was meant to be a Lunatic outing so I could take sneaky photos for my media project and all that stuff, or get people who can actually use a camera to take the photos. However, Emily is still at SG-9 and meeting lots of cool people, and Enid was at a Dresden Dolls gig. Slowly it dawned on us - yes, this was a double date. ARGHPANIC. But we ignored that, thank god, and it was Iona who pointed it out first! Not me!
However, we ignored all the traditional protocol for this type of thing and instead happily meandered to Iona's house with her birthday stuff. It was her birthday last month, but this is the first time I have seen her. I have her Teh Kewly stuff from NY as well as the NY Time Out with the front cover of "What is gay?" Good stuff. However, Iona also recieved the traditional birthday CD (now stretching to two CDs) and it had the coolest song ever. Or at least it did if you're a Discworld fan.
Sing with me! "The wizards staff has a knob on the end, knob on the end, knob on the end..."
There were also slightly saner songs on there, somewhere. Unsure where.
We then scurried out to see 'Closer'. Dude, that film is depressing and weird. I didn't like it, actually, as I didn't give crap about any of the characters. And when a film involves Natalie Portman as a stripper and I still don't like it, you know we're in trouble. The best part was the song that went with it: "The Blowers Daughter" by Damian Rice. Oh, but it's heartbreakingly beautiful.
This done, we went back to Iona's room and sat around until the small hours, or at least until Clare quietly began to fall asleep in my lap. Seeing as she was the driver, we decided it was high time to leave.
A good night, actually, but waking up this morning was abysmal. Work was equally abysmal. I have an exciting paycut to look forward to, between customer services and my till, I managed to misplace a £20 voucher. OMGWTFBBQ?!?!!!? Manager was very nice when I meekly offered to give it back out of my payslip, but she did not say anything like "Oh, don't worry." They tend to fine us for shortages. Lovely. It was also frantically busy, but I had a very fun moment with - le gasp! - small children. I heard them queitly counting "1...2...3...4" and when I turned around they looked guilty and stared at my head. As a stab in the dark, I grinned and went "And there's three in the other ear, and you know what? I have an earring in my TONGUE!"
I then stuck my tongue out at them and was appreciated with an absolute shriek of "EWWWWWW!" in that delighted small child way, when you've found something really, really gross and you want to tell the world.
All this aside, work was still teh suck.
I am now home. I would like to know where the subject header quote is from, pretty please? I would also like someone to do my English coursework.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aramley looks keen... *ponders* I'll pay you in porn and pairing of choice! Even weirdass Eastenders incest! *begs*
But you have to admit that the stressed penguin is quite cute.
ETA: J.R.R, wherever you are, bless you. Bless you and your love of the correct paragraph. You only have four paragraphs of average length. JKR has to be 16 paragraphs in the same amount of words, doesn't she? Christ, there's only TWO WORDS in one of them!
ETA 2: I've just realised that I am doing an English coursework worth 12.5% of my grade and, erm, it's about books, and erm, I don't do Lit. Oh, shit. I have realised far too late that this is a problem. PANIC PANIC PANIC IN THE HILLS.
~Hathy_Col~
Oh dear.
So, after I posted my wibblings on verbs last night (thanks for the comment, anonymous poster. Who are you? Much appreciated you lovely spellchecker, but I'd like someone to thank!) I went and ran around the house like a maniac before jumping in a car and driving arond and playing Silly Buggars with reverse gear. I like three-point turns, though. Does that make me weird?
Making good time on the return journey, I managed to get stuck behind a silly stupid excuse for a bus driver for the whole way back from Skem. I shouted at him, but when I pulled up, no sign of Ron. Good-o, I thought, and listened in a haze to a breakdown I always recieve from my instructor about what I did wrong and all that gumph. Then a car pulled up behind me, which turned out to be Ron. Huzzah! So I gabbled at the instructor ("Oh, right. Is that your friend there?" "Erm... there is definitely a friend in that car, yes.") and ran out of the car, and left Hannah and Clare to the somewhat doubtful company of my mother while I ran around the house looking for all the hundred things I need to take with me. This done, we left for Iona's house.
Now, I'd like to point out that this was meant to be a Lunatic outing so I could take sneaky photos for my media project and all that stuff, or get people who can actually use a camera to take the photos. However, Emily is still at SG-9 and meeting lots of cool people, and Enid was at a Dresden Dolls gig. Slowly it dawned on us - yes, this was a double date. ARGHPANIC. But we ignored that, thank god, and it was Iona who pointed it out first! Not me!
However, we ignored all the traditional protocol for this type of thing and instead happily meandered to Iona's house with her birthday stuff. It was her birthday last month, but this is the first time I have seen her. I have her Teh Kewly stuff from NY as well as the NY Time Out with the front cover of "What is gay?" Good stuff. However, Iona also recieved the traditional birthday CD (now stretching to two CDs) and it had the coolest song ever. Or at least it did if you're a Discworld fan.
Sing with me! "The wizards staff has a knob on the end, knob on the end, knob on the end..."
There were also slightly saner songs on there, somewhere. Unsure where.
We then scurried out to see 'Closer'. Dude, that film is depressing and weird. I didn't like it, actually, as I didn't give crap about any of the characters. And when a film involves Natalie Portman as a stripper and I still don't like it, you know we're in trouble. The best part was the song that went with it: "The Blowers Daughter" by Damian Rice. Oh, but it's heartbreakingly beautiful.
This done, we went back to Iona's room and sat around until the small hours, or at least until Clare quietly began to fall asleep in my lap. Seeing as she was the driver, we decided it was high time to leave.
A good night, actually, but waking up this morning was abysmal. Work was equally abysmal. I have an exciting paycut to look forward to, between customer services and my till, I managed to misplace a £20 voucher. OMGWTFBBQ?!?!!!? Manager was very nice when I meekly offered to give it back out of my payslip, but she did not say anything like "Oh, don't worry." They tend to fine us for shortages. Lovely. It was also frantically busy, but I had a very fun moment with - le gasp! - small children. I heard them queitly counting "1...2...3...4" and when I turned around they looked guilty and stared at my head. As a stab in the dark, I grinned and went "And there's three in the other ear, and you know what? I have an earring in my TONGUE!"
I then stuck my tongue out at them and was appreciated with an absolute shriek of "EWWWWWW!" in that delighted small child way, when you've found something really, really gross and you want to tell the world.
All this aside, work was still teh suck.
I am now home. I would like to know where the subject header quote is from, pretty please? I would also like someone to do my English coursework.
aramley looks keen... *ponders* I'll pay you in porn and pairing of choice! Even weirdass Eastenders incest! *begs*But you have to admit that the stressed penguin is quite cute.
ETA: J.R.R, wherever you are, bless you. Bless you and your love of the correct paragraph. You only have four paragraphs of average length. JKR has to be 16 paragraphs in the same amount of words, doesn't she? Christ, there's only TWO WORDS in one of them!
ETA 2: I've just realised that I am doing an English coursework worth 12.5% of my grade and, erm, it's about books, and erm, I don't do Lit. Oh, shit. I have realised far too late that this is a problem. PANIC PANIC PANIC IN THE HILLS.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2005-02-19 08:50 pm (UTC)Hieroglyphics, demotic and ancient Greek.
Last night was so much fun. Double date, argh.
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Date: 2005-02-19 08:55 pm (UTC)Argh indeed. In a good way, I hope.
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Date: 2005-02-19 08:58 pm (UTC)I have photos from last night on the computer, and some of them are lovely. Is there a photobucket account up yet? I'm looking for something to distract me from work of any kind, so would happily upload them all.
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Date: 2005-02-19 09:06 pm (UTC)Hurrah for overzealous moderators... I'll leave this comment up for a day, then I will kill it. Any and all photos friendsonly until results day in August. Thankies!
(Scary!Authoritarian!Colleen...)
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Date: 2005-02-19 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-02-19 09:21 pm (UTC)I'm arghing because it sounds so grown-up. Whatever happened to our young and innocent selves?
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Date: 2005-02-19 09:31 pm (UTC)You're right dear, maybe we are truly grown-up. I got home at two in the morning after a double date... there is nothing innocent about that. :S
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Date: 2005-02-19 09:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-19 09:49 pm (UTC):P
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Date: 2005-02-19 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-19 09:37 pm (UTC)*dies* You're so right. No innocence left any more.
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Date: 2005-02-19 09:29 pm (UTC)Hahahahahahahaahaaa.
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Date: 2005-02-20 12:11 am (UTC)http://photobucket.com/albums/v224/balthaserdeux/lunaticsxmas/
There are my lunatic photobucket albums. Except that these pictures have been on my livejournal. If you need bigger versions of any of them just shout, I generally resize any I upload as normalsize they're huge.
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Date: 2005-02-20 06:29 pm (UTC)...Can I just claim the porn?
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Date: 2005-02-21 09:31 am (UTC)... you can have the porn on the understanding that I start watching Eastenders again.
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Date: 2005-02-20 09:15 pm (UTC)i dont even know what im supposed to do after classifcations, which by the way are 7 pages long?! thats was a full day doing them!!!
eeeeeeeek she is gonna be so mad. o well, she loves you and i sit next to you, so erm..hmm i should think of a plan...