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hathy_col. May be muttering about The Blasted Cromwell Unit and English Language. If found, please return. Or not. You know, maybe I can't be bothered.
Seriously, I can't seem to work anymore. Urgently need to do one history and one English essay, but... well... meh. At lunchtime today I was too busy being an authoritarian and wishing thatflickerswitch was in.
I spend my lunchtimes, and break times, and spare periods, in a happy place called A15. There are roughly 25 of us in there, as it is an old classroom that has been colonised. Many rooms have been taken over in this manner due to the new English building. All of the rooms in the A corridor share a similiar fate. A15 is a happy and caring atmosphere for UVI. We play cards a lot, and eat junk food. We are mostly female, but there are some blokes and two couples. We are fabulously open-minded, with all potential careers ahead of us (nurses, doctors, lawyers, prime ministers, army), all parts of the political spectrum and even most parts of the Winstanley cachement area.
In short - we are cool and take in any wiafs and strays that may float in for a game of cards along the way. We do have the occasional weirdo that is sort of regarded and encouraged not to come back, but we can deal with that. We have to keep the room tidy, otherwise we'll get evicted, so we always clean up any mess, take back plates, wipe the tables if necessary. We don't mind doing it.
Went a bit wrong today.
Today, we had two people - one male, one female - who had wandered in to play cards. They were a little odd, but knew one or two of the maths students, so... whatever. One of them then got out a whip (I kid ye not) and managed to spank Phil. All hell broke loose for a moment, and I thought Phil might actually kill him. Phil didn't kill him, however, and they game continued. Anyway, the n00bs sort of managed to start whipping each other. We all stared in what was more or less horror. We can take weird shit, but...
So, I spoke up. "Dudes. Take the bondage outside."
They informed me it wasn't bondage, it was S&M. I felt momentarily stupid (and bit back the response of "Bitch, please. Do YOU write Elf Porn?")
It carried on for a while, so I buried myself in my book (vampire porn, ironically) until they left again and went outside. Before they did so, however, they took time for some good old-fashioned furry impressions as he pounced on her. I boggled. They left.
All was well, until we realised they had left their stuff. This included liquid latex, which was dripping all over the table. We panicked, threw the stuff into the bin and then tried to clean the tables.
Eventually, they returned and he tried to retrieve the liquid latex. He convered his hands in the process, so dropped it back in the bin and went to try and clean in. Before doing so, he left a great big handprint on the door. As such, I got angry.
Picked up the damned latex with the aid of a plastic bag, put it into a bin outside of the room, collected his stuff and placed it outside and cleaned off the door myself. When he returned, (I had missed his bag, apparently) he was stuff covered in the liquid latex and started to peel it off onto the floor.
"CLEAN IT OUTSIDE! AND PICK THAT DAMNED STUFF UP OFF THE FLOOR!"
I more or less bellowed this, and others echoed me. He left. I returned to my vampire pr0n.
It's one thing to come and be weird in the room; it's entirely another to come in, proceed with weirdass S&M (which I have no problem with, the opposite, in fact - I also think that it's not quite appropriate for college, you know?) and then drip fucking latex all over the table. We'll get evicted if that carries on. It's not big and it's not clever.
And you know what's really sad? That I've just spent all afternoon writing that up rather than doing the aforementioned essays.
1) Total number of films I own on DVD/video:
On video? Past counting, I'm afraid, especially if you include the entire 8 seasons of Stargate I have on tape.
DVD? Maybe twenty. I'm a cheapskate.
2) The last film I bought:
A Beautiful Mind. It was cheap at Superdrugs and it did well for Mum's birthday. I've never seen it.
3) The last film I watched:
Invasion of the Killer Bees. No, really. It was on Five last night and I was engrossed.
The last film in the cinema was Hitchhikers.
4) Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me:
1. Shaun of the Dead
2. Lord of the Rings - the whole shebang
3. Flash Gordon
4. Phantom of the Opera
5... none others spring to mind.
5) Pick on five people and have them put this in their journal:
Oh, just do it if you want to.
Everyone appears to be angst-filled and winbbling about exams and leaving college and love lives. Should I be worried that my main concern (apart from essays BAH) involves trying to find some hair clips for tomorrow nights Leaver's Ball?*
~Hathy_Col~
*For ease of references, Clare's leaving party is a Leaver's Ball as it sounds much more posh than mine. As my leaver's party involves Bolton Football stadium, 400 more people, the proletariat and more alcohol, it is a Leaver's Do. Remember this.
MISSING: One work ethic. Belongs to
hathy_col. May be muttering about The Blasted Cromwell Unit and English Language. If found, please return. Or not. You know, maybe I can't be bothered.Seriously, I can't seem to work anymore. Urgently need to do one history and one English essay, but... well... meh. At lunchtime today I was too busy being an authoritarian and wishing that
flickerswitch was in. I spend my lunchtimes, and break times, and spare periods, in a happy place called A15. There are roughly 25 of us in there, as it is an old classroom that has been colonised. Many rooms have been taken over in this manner due to the new English building. All of the rooms in the A corridor share a similiar fate. A15 is a happy and caring atmosphere for UVI. We play cards a lot, and eat junk food. We are mostly female, but there are some blokes and two couples. We are fabulously open-minded, with all potential careers ahead of us (nurses, doctors, lawyers, prime ministers, army), all parts of the political spectrum and even most parts of the Winstanley cachement area.
In short - we are cool and take in any wiafs and strays that may float in for a game of cards along the way. We do have the occasional weirdo that is sort of regarded and encouraged not to come back, but we can deal with that. We have to keep the room tidy, otherwise we'll get evicted, so we always clean up any mess, take back plates, wipe the tables if necessary. We don't mind doing it.
Went a bit wrong today.
Today, we had two people - one male, one female - who had wandered in to play cards. They were a little odd, but knew one or two of the maths students, so... whatever. One of them then got out a whip (I kid ye not) and managed to spank Phil. All hell broke loose for a moment, and I thought Phil might actually kill him. Phil didn't kill him, however, and they game continued. Anyway, the n00bs sort of managed to start whipping each other. We all stared in what was more or less horror. We can take weird shit, but...
So, I spoke up. "Dudes. Take the bondage outside."
They informed me it wasn't bondage, it was S&M. I felt momentarily stupid (and bit back the response of "Bitch, please. Do YOU write Elf Porn?")
It carried on for a while, so I buried myself in my book (vampire porn, ironically) until they left again and went outside. Before they did so, however, they took time for some good old-fashioned furry impressions as he pounced on her. I boggled. They left.
All was well, until we realised they had left their stuff. This included liquid latex, which was dripping all over the table. We panicked, threw the stuff into the bin and then tried to clean the tables.
Eventually, they returned and he tried to retrieve the liquid latex. He convered his hands in the process, so dropped it back in the bin and went to try and clean in. Before doing so, he left a great big handprint on the door. As such, I got angry.
Picked up the damned latex with the aid of a plastic bag, put it into a bin outside of the room, collected his stuff and placed it outside and cleaned off the door myself. When he returned, (I had missed his bag, apparently) he was stuff covered in the liquid latex and started to peel it off onto the floor.
"CLEAN IT OUTSIDE! AND PICK THAT DAMNED STUFF UP OFF THE FLOOR!"
I more or less bellowed this, and others echoed me. He left. I returned to my vampire pr0n.
It's one thing to come and be weird in the room; it's entirely another to come in, proceed with weirdass S&M (which I have no problem with, the opposite, in fact - I also think that it's not quite appropriate for college, you know?) and then drip fucking latex all over the table. We'll get evicted if that carries on. It's not big and it's not clever.
And you know what's really sad? That I've just spent all afternoon writing that up rather than doing the aforementioned essays.
1) Total number of films I own on DVD/video:
On video? Past counting, I'm afraid, especially if you include the entire 8 seasons of Stargate I have on tape.
DVD? Maybe twenty. I'm a cheapskate.
2) The last film I bought:
A Beautiful Mind. It was cheap at Superdrugs and it did well for Mum's birthday. I've never seen it.
3) The last film I watched:
Invasion of the Killer Bees. No, really. It was on Five last night and I was engrossed.
The last film in the cinema was Hitchhikers.
4) Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me:
1. Shaun of the Dead
2. Lord of the Rings - the whole shebang
3. Flash Gordon
4. Phantom of the Opera
5... none others spring to mind.
5) Pick on five people and have them put this in their journal:
Oh, just do it if you want to.
Everyone appears to be angst-filled and winbbling about exams and leaving college and love lives. Should I be worried that my main concern (apart from essays BAH) involves trying to find some hair clips for tomorrow nights Leaver's Ball?*
~Hathy_Col~
*For ease of references, Clare's leaving party is a Leaver's Ball as it sounds much more posh than mine. As my leaver's party involves Bolton Football stadium, 400 more people, the proletariat and more alcohol, it is a Leaver's Do. Remember this.
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Date: 2005-05-12 03:33 pm (UTC)Invasion of the Killer Bees
Eeee, I was so going to watch that yesterday. I started, and then my dad waltzed in and turned it over.
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Date: 2005-05-15 03:29 pm (UTC)The film was appalling. You are lucky to have missed it.
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Date: 2005-05-12 03:38 pm (UTC)I saw that on one of the movie channels ages ago! Utterly bizarre film.
And as for the couple in A15... que? I can take weird shit but I think that I'd be slightly baffled if someone came into the common room and started doing that. Specially if they were dripping latex all over the place. How very odd.
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Date: 2005-05-15 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-12 09:08 pm (UTC)I want to go to your leavers do, but apparently yours is for the elite only. Being your college & that's it.
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Date: 2005-05-14 10:56 pm (UTC)sorry about the mess though, didn't hear that part.
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