"Sort of, yeah."

[hathycol]

Pimpeh! Firstly, my own fic which is all amchau's fault. Well, partially.

Also, I have to pimp this because when you mix Red Dwarf and Doctor Who you result in a Colleen who is disgustingly happy and also slightly scared at the fact that a successful LJ community seems to have occured in a grand total of two weeks. Gosh.

This is probably a good thing, as right now I am not a happy bunny. This all started yesterday, when it turned out that the Kaiser Chief's gig - which I was gagging to go to and was next on the waiting list - actually had a ticket! Spare! For three seconds! Because then Phil sold it! To someone who wasn't me!

Saying that, the rest of the day was really rather nice. When hetrosexual men pick up on you having new hair, you know it's a big change. I like people complimenting my hair, as it's bloody rare. I need to get these straighteners sorted out. My hair has now evolved into lookinmg a bit more shaggy, so I feel rather cool and indie. Anyway...

Friday was also spent doing quite a lot of recording for media project o' doom. This worked so much better than I hoped - I more or less finished it all except for some of the vox pops, effects and blokey bits. YAY. hammer_strike is coming around tomorrow to provide for this, and the rest will be provided by El Parento, I think. This is a good sign, thank GOD. I was so terrified that I would never finish it. I still might not, but this is Progress.

However, the evening was rather less enjoyable. I hit the wall in my instructor's car. Yargle. To be more precise, I scraped it, then I saw my mother and then I wibbled away merrily into Guides, which resulted in my nearly walking out. It was horrible and not fun and I was glad to come home. I came home to a rather fun message on my phone, though, from Jess, and I am SO glad I didn't pick up. On my answer machine is now a live version of "Everyday (I Love You Less And Less) which on one side makes me sad I wasn't there (I can just make out people wailing over the top of it, singing along) but on the other hand means I have a copy of it.

Then my phone died.

Poor old Mowbly has been doing this a lot, recently. The battery doesn't like working to full power, and the signal sometimes requires jumping up and down and shaking to achieve. Last night, it did this properly, all evening. I also knew that Clare was out getting drunk, so I was rather looking forward to drunken phone calls. So I swapped the battery for the one in Dad's old phone. No good. Still no signal. Tried swapping SIM card, but Dad's old phone wouldn't take it. Bewailed unfortunate situation in usual flowery language ("Why do you mock me, O Lords of Technology? Whatever have I done to so offend you?" Seriously, you should hear me get road rage) and then Dad offered up his new phone. Dad's new phone is shiny and new and does not break. Also, he got it from Grandad. For free. As such, I do not feel so guilty nabbing it off him, as such, but he offered as he prefers the idea of me having a mobile to him having a crap one. Or something like that. So, I have a new mobile. It has the same number and SIM card but shiny new exterior. RIP, Mowbly. You were left in a tent for a week, rarely turned on, jetted over the Atlantic and generally still reliable. It has a LOTR cover and the tone was either The Fellowship of the Ring, Stargate or more recently the Imperial March. This new phone has none of these things, so it needs a good fannish name. Mum has come up with some. So have I. Yet I am unsure, so I will sppeal to my flist. I have a car called Starbug, an obsession with Doctor Who and Battlestar Galactica and it needs to be for a shiny phone. Any suggestions?

[polls don't seem to be working for me. ALAS. Please comment, lovely people!]

So, off I trottd to work this morning for the shift I have been told to do 'until I hear different'. But lo! For I have been LIED to.

I am contracted to work 12-4 on a Saturday, but Sharon told me to work an 11-5 until she says otherwise because they need the extra staff. This has worked well the last few months, so up I went to Customer Services to find out when my break was.

"You're not getting a break! Aren't you meant to go home at 2?"
"OMGWTFBBQ?????!!!111!"

Cue calling for the general manager (Sharon was off today) and general panic. I was sent home at 3 and I was extrememly unhappy and made to feel like a burden or something. I wouldn't mind, but I don't even do a 10-2 shift normally - why was I down for one and why had no one phoned?

Note to self - kill manager at a later date. The lovely supervisor-second in command Leslie offered to phone Sharon on her mobile and sort out my lift for me, but I falt out insisted on ten minutes to phone my mum, because it wasn't my fault. She agreed, possibly as she may have seen the look of fire in my eyes. I was just so pissed off - I am now going to miss out of two hours of pay that I really needed, for a start.

Anyway. I have now watched Doctor Who, which I enjoyed very much but not quite as the other episodes (alas) but next week looks FANTASTIC. I am, though, listening to a ranting argument between my sister and my mother. Thank bloody god, that's all I can say. It's nice when your mother validates all the things you've secretly been thinking, because it doesn't leave you thinking that yiou are, in fact, just mad and irrational. She is always just so hysterical about Problems With Her Friends, which to me just seem repetitive and certainly no reason for the hysteria it brings. "ALEX ISN'T TALKING TO ME BECAUSE SHE SAYS I WAS TALKING ABOUT HER FRIEND BEHIND HER FRIEND'S BACK!" "Well, were you?" "WELL YES BUT IT'S NOT MY FAAAAUUUUULLLLLLLLLLT!"

Good grief.

Comments

[jessiewessy.livejournal.com]

re: before and after pics. where is clairs hand going col!!!!!!!

[sevenhelz.livejournal.com]

"Why do you mock me, O Lords of Technology? Whatever have I done to so offend you?"

I love it when you talk that way... which is just about every English lesson ;)

*cuddles*
xx