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Mar. 13th, 2005 01:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolFirstly, I am going to wibble about TV. WHY IS IT SO GOOD AT THE MOMENT? I'm having far too much fun watching the really old TNG episodes and stuff, as Dead Like Me in back, and is it wrong that I get excited and bop around to every single Dr Who advert? Literally, I hear the new (remastered and SO GOOD) theme tune and see Billy Piper looking all voluptrous and there's Christopher Eccleston and he's in leather and LOOK THE TARDIS! You get the picture. I didn't even like the original that much, but there's like this sci-fi vibe going on, in which every single sci-fi and cult fan in Britain should sit down and watch what is one of the greats of British sci-fi. Last night I saw a new trailer and nearly DIED.
My last update was angry and ranting and now I am feeling better, even if I do feel delicate and very much like my eyeballs are trying to crawl out of my eyesockets. I can't describe this feeling, but they are ITCHY. *blinks*
So, my life. Friday night I spent watching Comic Relief, which had me alternating between laughing hysterically (when Peter Kay doing 'Amarillo' came on I actually had to lean on my mother for support, I was laughing that hard) and being very close to tears. It does make on wonder what my justification is to whinge that I'm skint when I earn more in a week's payslip than sonme people earn in a year. And that the amount I earn would pay for AIDS medication.
Strange world, really.
So, I didn't do any fo my history coursework, because I was watching Comic Relief University Challenge and feeling slightly embarrassed as a Northerner but then enjoying kicking the Southerners in a comedic way. I went to bed, and woke up and had to wash my hair over the side of the bath for the first time since I was 7. It's not that we don't have a shower, but in their wisdom, Parental Units are redecorating the bathroom beforeHomebase throws me out on my ear I leave my job, so Dad has taken all the tiles from the wall. This means the remaining platser, next to the bath/shower malarky, so everytime you turn the shower on, it billows up and meets the shower curtain, leaving you squished in this horrible clingfilm type thing when the whole time all you want to do is wash your hair. As such, it's going to be taking v. small baths and washing my hair over the edge for it. It leaves my hair bigger and that is not good. Work was hellish, as always, and I ran home very late and tried to have a bath, Girly Shaving, do my hair and make-up and dress and somehow make and consume tea IN THE SPACE OF AN HOUR. I almost managed it, although I did answer the door to Clare with a toothbrush in my mouth and a Stargate t-shirt still on over my posh jeans. Close enough, I suppose. I was stil late finding Day's house, though.
In fact, that was an adventure in itself, trying to find out where he lived and then direct my mum to it (I was that late I needed a lift to my lift) which I did eventually find, and all five of us clamboured into John's knackered old car. Oh, bless it. The car managed it as we giggled the way there and had a very hairy moment with the lights, as the man beam didn't work.
"Oh, yay! It works! AND NOW THE FUCKING INDICATORS AREN'T WORKING!"
Quite entertaining, all told. We got to the hotel and greeted the very excited Gemma, who I have decided didn't drink enough. I did, though, despite having NO MONEY. I have even less money now, obviously, since I did managed to get quite sloshed, albeit slowly. It was the Aftershock Challenge that knackered me up, I think.
Away from my drinking tales, the DJ was crap but I did dance (like a FOOL) and the buffet ruined my diet. Completely and utterly. There were CHIPS and SAMOSAS and PIZZA and I had a bit of it all. It was delicious, although the best moment was the DJ actually announcing "Okay, Lucy, the buffet's open!" and she was already there. Bless Lucy and her buffet love. Personal favourite, though, was taking a bit of the cake and biting into it seconds after I happily declared that I was on a diet.
Bliss.
Continued with a night of crazy dancing and whatnot and left when it ended, unusually, and spent much of the journey home giggling so hard it hurt as well as drunkenly singing The Proclaimers ("DAHNAHNAHNAH!" "DAHNAHANAH!" etc) and phoning Andrew and burbling at him. Whoops. I then fell into bed (literally) and so on and so forth.
I am so hungover right now, and it's not helped by what is, actually, real illness. I went to training for ten minutes to drop off tabbards and I squeede over new equipment and then coughed like a TB-ridden old man, which is roughly what I feel like. The lesson is thus: hangover+cold=DEATHANDPAIN.
And now, feeling like this (half self-inflicted, half due to germs, I swear) I have to do 2,000 odd words of history. Oddly enough, I don't feel up to it. Especially as I am still FULL OF RAGE towards Dave.
~Hathy_Col~
My last update was angry and ranting and now I am feeling better, even if I do feel delicate and very much like my eyeballs are trying to crawl out of my eyesockets. I can't describe this feeling, but they are ITCHY. *blinks*
So, my life. Friday night I spent watching Comic Relief, which had me alternating between laughing hysterically (when Peter Kay doing 'Amarillo' came on I actually had to lean on my mother for support, I was laughing that hard) and being very close to tears. It does make on wonder what my justification is to whinge that I'm skint when I earn more in a week's payslip than sonme people earn in a year. And that the amount I earn would pay for AIDS medication.
Strange world, really.
So, I didn't do any fo my history coursework, because I was watching Comic Relief University Challenge and feeling slightly embarrassed as a Northerner but then enjoying kicking the Southerners in a comedic way. I went to bed, and woke up and had to wash my hair over the side of the bath for the first time since I was 7. It's not that we don't have a shower, but in their wisdom, Parental Units are redecorating the bathroom before
In fact, that was an adventure in itself, trying to find out where he lived and then direct my mum to it (I was that late I needed a lift to my lift) which I did eventually find, and all five of us clamboured into John's knackered old car. Oh, bless it. The car managed it as we giggled the way there and had a very hairy moment with the lights, as the man beam didn't work.
"Oh, yay! It works! AND NOW THE FUCKING INDICATORS AREN'T WORKING!"
Quite entertaining, all told. We got to the hotel and greeted the very excited Gemma, who I have decided didn't drink enough. I did, though, despite having NO MONEY. I have even less money now, obviously, since I did managed to get quite sloshed, albeit slowly. It was the Aftershock Challenge that knackered me up, I think.
Away from my drinking tales, the DJ was crap but I did dance (like a FOOL) and the buffet ruined my diet. Completely and utterly. There were CHIPS and SAMOSAS and PIZZA and I had a bit of it all. It was delicious, although the best moment was the DJ actually announcing "Okay, Lucy, the buffet's open!" and she was already there. Bless Lucy and her buffet love. Personal favourite, though, was taking a bit of the cake and biting into it seconds after I happily declared that I was on a diet.
Bliss.
Continued with a night of crazy dancing and whatnot and left when it ended, unusually, and spent much of the journey home giggling so hard it hurt as well as drunkenly singing The Proclaimers ("DAHNAHNAHNAH!" "DAHNAHANAH!" etc) and phoning Andrew and burbling at him. Whoops. I then fell into bed (literally) and so on and so forth.
I am so hungover right now, and it's not helped by what is, actually, real illness. I went to training for ten minutes to drop off tabbards and I squeede over new equipment and then coughed like a TB-ridden old man, which is roughly what I feel like. The lesson is thus: hangover+cold=DEATHANDPAIN.
And now, feeling like this (half self-inflicted, half due to germs, I swear) I have to do 2,000 odd words of history. Oddly enough, I don't feel up to it. Especially as I am still FULL OF RAGE towards Dave.
~Hathy_Col~
