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hathycolFirstly, yay for Doctor Who getting two series! But bollocks to Eccleston for not being in it. Nothing wrong with being typecast!
Possible replacement - David Tenant from Casanova. Erm... I don't think that he really fits. Maybe that's just me.
Bah.
So, away from fandom related stuff, a real update! I gave the barebones in the last post, but now computer is less fucked so I can give a real update. The day began disgustingly early, involving me sitting in the bath being dimly aware that I really really did need to awake this early, and yes, I did need to wash my hair. I even only managed to be five minutes or so late, where I met Enid and gave her a belated birthday present of a Jack Skellington doll. And we sat around, and we waited and waited. Then we decided that if Clare and Hannah didn't turn up in half an hour, we were going to go and get something pierced. Using the good sense I occasionally employed, I rang Clare. She slrured at me. "But I was asleep! And then I was awake! And now I'm asleep!"
The general gist seemed to be that she had slept in (for the first time EVER) and that she was still in bed. Hannah was in a tunnel and not responsive on the phone front, so we wandered to Sainsbury's and purchased Innocent Smoothies due to a growing and worrying addiction, and then went back and waited for Hannah. When she turned up, we wandered to the happy world of Quiggins again, and wandered up what feels like millions of stairs to the piercing place. I peered at the pricing list and debated a piercing ("Navel? Oooh, tragus... or concha?") whilst Enid very bravely paid up for her piercings. Deciding that a piercing was not the best idea when my total food for the day was a mint imperial, Hannah and I sat down and giggled a lot whilst contemplating that the noises we could hear were eithr Enid passing out in pain or moving. Turned out that the latter was true. She wandered out looking sore.
"Well? Whip them out then!"
Needless to say, that was me. She refused, as they were all bandaged up, so I'm just hoping for a photothat I can make an iocn out of. Actually, I'm joking. I couldn't make an icon because a. it would be weird and b. I actually can't make icons for love nor money.
So, with Enid whimpering slightly we perused Quiggins and found the world's most beautiful purple suit for £30 in the second-hand shop. We made Hannah (better known as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purplerainbow) try it on and then buy it. She looks rather fabulous in it, it has to be said, and given the right hat could be a pimp or Willy Wonka. Or possibly both. *contemplates making a joke regarding Oompa Lumpas and decides against*
Clare then turned up, so we went and purchased coffee and sat in Costa, contemplating life, the universe and everything. It may have been there that we decided that we really, really needed to go nd see Hitchhiker's Guide To The Universe as a collective entity, bearing towels and possibly wearing dressing gowns. I am one of those odd bunnies who actually doesn't like the entire Trilogy that much, but I do love Hitchiker's and Restaurant. So yay! etc.
Clare, unfortunately, had to leave early to go to work, so we wandered off again in a search for underwear and other miscellaneous stuff. At this point, I was increasingly hungry and it was cold and wet. We wandered to Sayer's Cafe, but instead we found a new place. I can't even remember what it was called, but it was an American diner on Bold Street that has, quite literally, just opened. It was playing fairly cheesy music, the food looked okay and it was cheap. In we wandered, took a booth and we ordered our food and then started to play with the working jukebox and probably annoying the crap out of everyone else there by singing along in parts to the Shoop-Shoop Song and Summer Loving. Food was good, as well. We will be going there again. Most Definitely. And we're taking other people!
Enid left then, but after a combination of much peer pressure and downright nagging, we went back to Quiggins (and metsevenhelz! Small world) and up the winding stairs. I was desperate to get Hannah to get something pierced, but I think she was narked off by having succombed to peer pressure once with the purple suit. As such, I borrowed money off her (left my cash card at home, well done Colleen) and walked up the counter. Oddly enough, I wasn't actually nervous, just a little bit with thr butterflies. Hannah was probably nervous for me, or I was completely desensitived by the thought that it would be worse - I could be Enid. Even the girl who was in before me walked out sobbing and I just felt fine. The room was pleasently familiar, given that the last time I went was July for the changing on my tongue bar. Radio 1 was in the background, and I was terribly afraid that I would go in to get my tenth and sort of milestone piercing to a crap song. There was no need to worry. A horde of emo-kids (and an emo-kid's mum - I nearly died laughing) distracted him and the song changed to Kasabian as I walked through to the sterilised room. The smell was familiar and I wasn't nervous until it hit me that holy crap I was paying this man to put a needle through my stomach. The nerves kicked in then, although the worst part - as always - was getting the marks put on. I lay down on my hands, shut my eyes and hoped for the best.
And you know what? It really didn't hurt. The clamp was quite painful, I felt the needle slide in, I felt the jewellery slide in, and I was waiting for the pain to kick in, and it just didn't. Afterwards, there was some pain, but it wasn't too horrendous. It's like that now, actually. The piercer was surpised, mainly because I didn't bleed at all.
"Are you okay?"
"Erm, yeah."
"You sure?"
"Actually, yes! This is weird."
So, despite it being plebby *pokesshipperkitten* I now have a very pretty barbell through my navel and if it comes out nicely then I may consider getting more. I don't even like my stomach - it is very slightly beer belly at times. Gah. On the bright side, however, it's beautiful and I think it looks... well... cute. I'd quite like to be able to put another 2, or maybe even five around my navel. It's definitely a summer project to work on. But not until after my exams.
I wandered home, Mum went apeshit (as she does so often) and I then went back out to Clare's, and was harrassed by drunkards on the train, and nearly thrown out of the car. Bah. The evening swiftly improved with pizza and 'Then Things I Hate About You' which I enjoyed more than I should have done.
And now, I am at home once more with a new determination to loose weight so I can show off my pretty new piercing (which is now a little more sore due to sleeping on my stomach, ugh) and I really, really should do my homework. Apologies for the muchos long post.
~Hathy_Col~
Possible replacement - David Tenant from Casanova. Erm... I don't think that he really fits. Maybe that's just me.
Bah.
So, away from fandom related stuff, a real update! I gave the barebones in the last post, but now computer is less fucked so I can give a real update. The day began disgustingly early, involving me sitting in the bath being dimly aware that I really really did need to awake this early, and yes, I did need to wash my hair. I even only managed to be five minutes or so late, where I met Enid and gave her a belated birthday present of a Jack Skellington doll. And we sat around, and we waited and waited. Then we decided that if Clare and Hannah didn't turn up in half an hour, we were going to go and get something pierced. Using the good sense I occasionally employed, I rang Clare. She slrured at me. "But I was asleep! And then I was awake! And now I'm asleep!"
The general gist seemed to be that she had slept in (for the first time EVER) and that she was still in bed. Hannah was in a tunnel and not responsive on the phone front, so we wandered to Sainsbury's and purchased Innocent Smoothies due to a growing and worrying addiction, and then went back and waited for Hannah. When she turned up, we wandered to the happy world of Quiggins again, and wandered up what feels like millions of stairs to the piercing place. I peered at the pricing list and debated a piercing ("Navel? Oooh, tragus... or concha?") whilst Enid very bravely paid up for her piercings. Deciding that a piercing was not the best idea when my total food for the day was a mint imperial, Hannah and I sat down and giggled a lot whilst contemplating that the noises we could hear were eithr Enid passing out in pain or moving. Turned out that the latter was true. She wandered out looking sore.
"Well? Whip them out then!"
Needless to say, that was me. She refused, as they were all bandaged up, so I'm just hoping for a photo
So, with Enid whimpering slightly we perused Quiggins and found the world's most beautiful purple suit for £30 in the second-hand shop. We made Hannah (better known as
purplerainbow) try it on and then buy it. She looks rather fabulous in it, it has to be said, and given the right hat could be a pimp or Willy Wonka. Or possibly both. *contemplates making a joke regarding Oompa Lumpas and decides against*Clare then turned up, so we went and purchased coffee and sat in Costa, contemplating life, the universe and everything. It may have been there that we decided that we really, really needed to go nd see Hitchhiker's Guide To The Universe as a collective entity, bearing towels and possibly wearing dressing gowns. I am one of those odd bunnies who actually doesn't like the entire Trilogy that much, but I do love Hitchiker's and Restaurant. So yay! etc.
Clare, unfortunately, had to leave early to go to work, so we wandered off again in a search for underwear and other miscellaneous stuff. At this point, I was increasingly hungry and it was cold and wet. We wandered to Sayer's Cafe, but instead we found a new place. I can't even remember what it was called, but it was an American diner on Bold Street that has, quite literally, just opened. It was playing fairly cheesy music, the food looked okay and it was cheap. In we wandered, took a booth and we ordered our food and then started to play with the working jukebox and probably annoying the crap out of everyone else there by singing along in parts to the Shoop-Shoop Song and Summer Loving. Food was good, as well. We will be going there again. Most Definitely. And we're taking other people!
Enid left then, but after a combination of much peer pressure and downright nagging, we went back to Quiggins (and met
sevenhelz! Small world) and up the winding stairs. I was desperate to get Hannah to get something pierced, but I think she was narked off by having succombed to peer pressure once with the purple suit. As such, I borrowed money off her (left my cash card at home, well done Colleen) and walked up the counter. Oddly enough, I wasn't actually nervous, just a little bit with thr butterflies. Hannah was probably nervous for me, or I was completely desensitived by the thought that it would be worse - I could be Enid. Even the girl who was in before me walked out sobbing and I just felt fine. The room was pleasently familiar, given that the last time I went was July for the changing on my tongue bar. Radio 1 was in the background, and I was terribly afraid that I would go in to get my tenth and sort of milestone piercing to a crap song. There was no need to worry. A horde of emo-kids (and an emo-kid's mum - I nearly died laughing) distracted him and the song changed to Kasabian as I walked through to the sterilised room. The smell was familiar and I wasn't nervous until it hit me that holy crap I was paying this man to put a needle through my stomach. The nerves kicked in then, although the worst part - as always - was getting the marks put on. I lay down on my hands, shut my eyes and hoped for the best.And you know what? It really didn't hurt. The clamp was quite painful, I felt the needle slide in, I felt the jewellery slide in, and I was waiting for the pain to kick in, and it just didn't. Afterwards, there was some pain, but it wasn't too horrendous. It's like that now, actually. The piercer was surpised, mainly because I didn't bleed at all.
"Are you okay?"
"Erm, yeah."
"You sure?"
"Actually, yes! This is weird."
So, despite it being plebby *pokes
shipperkitten* I now have a very pretty barbell through my navel and if it comes out nicely then I may consider getting more. I don't even like my stomach - it is very slightly beer belly at times. Gah. On the bright side, however, it's beautiful and I think it looks... well... cute. I'd quite like to be able to put another 2, or maybe even five around my navel. It's definitely a summer project to work on. But not until after my exams.I wandered home, Mum went apeshit (as she does so often) and I then went back out to Clare's, and was harrassed by drunkards on the train, and nearly thrown out of the car. Bah. The evening swiftly improved with pizza and 'Then Things I Hate About You' which I enjoyed more than I should have done.
And now, I am at home once more with a new determination to loose weight so I can show off my pretty new piercing (which is now a little more sore due to sleeping on my stomach, ugh) and I really, really should do my homework. Apologies for the muchos long post.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2005-03-31 08:26 pm (UTC)One of my friends Natalie has four other piercings around her navel. Her stomach isn't exactly a washboard but it looks really nice regardless :)
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Date: 2005-04-01 01:21 pm (UTC)Does it hurt? I thought it didn't. Well, it did, but a lot less than my ears. Long-term wise, it hurts the least. Tongue was a painful three days, ears were a painful six months (cartiledge piercings are Teh Evil) and bellybar is now starting to be very sore, but once the nose was done, it was done and after the first cleaning I had no problems from it.
Warnings with it: go to a reputable piercer. If he gets a gun out to pierce your nose, run like a fiend in the other direction. The guns used for the ears are EVIL and should be BANNED. They're just not suitable for cartiledge piercing, of which the nose is basically a variation. They can cause all kinds of infections and even the cartiledge supprting the nose to collapse. As such, find a good piercer who uses the needle. It sounds scary, but it's all good in the end.
Oh, and take a tissue. The eyes stream like ANYTHING. And don't expect it to look pretty for the first day, because it won't. Apart from that, I've had no problems with it.
I tried to find a picture of my nose piercing. There doesn't seem to be one of the piercing where it's clear... this is maybe the best one.
Hope that helped. I knew there had to be a usse to have a scary amount of metal connected to my body.
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Date: 2005-03-31 08:52 pm (UTC)If I ever get confident enough to show off my stomach I would be inclined to getting mine done too (only the once, mind!) despite the plebbiness (plebbyness? Hmmm).
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Date: 2005-03-31 08:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-01 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-01 03:11 pm (UTC)Dammit I had good intentions of saving the pay I got yesterday and Next went and announced a one-day-only half-price sale starting at 7am tomorrow! I can't *not* look for bargains! *headdesks at early morning*
Am still in PJs and skiving homework for the second week running by tidying my room. Gah. Don't want to go back to school.
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Date: 2005-04-04 06:59 pm (UTC)sorry but this is so me and old school friends and rocky horror! we had toast, newspapers, obviously costume - i had spent all day trying to find water pistols too! muahahaha!
oh and how scary is this, we went to the exact same diner!! i felt a bit out of place and damn, £1.90 for a bowl of fries?! and no vinegar! lol but we also saw a bunch of emo kids wander in, and another couple, and gahh, t could quite easily become weirdo central for the sheer novelty value of not being full of trendies... at least in the usual sense of the world...
did i mention, experts on the subject tell me st helens has polarised. there are now hundreds of scalls/chavs and hundreds of goths, with NOTHING in between - NOTHING I SAY!! i figure our college must've cornered the market on non-goth weirdos. cool huh.
oh, but i must go and eat toast. toast you say? yes, gluten-free toast. new bread to try ^_^
xxx