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Jun. 5th, 2005 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolCrazy fucking Frog needs exterminating with extreme prejudice. Seriously. An advert just came on hotmail. IS THERE NO END TO THE MADNESS? The Frog is crazy, the Frog is at number one instead of Coldplay, WE KNOW. There is no need for it to be EVERY AD BREAK.
That said, it might be a cunning way to remove me from all distractions and actually revise. It's all over the TV like a rash - there's two of the bloody adverts in every ad break. I was planning of vegitating in front of the wonders of four hours of Trek so kindly provided by Sky One, but oh no. Not with that thing every ad break. It's even invading the other channels now. I decided I'd get up early this morning to watch Doctor Who. (Shut up.) This is because I have not yet seen a Peter Davison episode, so I thought I may as well start as I mean to go on. I staggered downstairs with my quilt, reasoning that I could curl up on the sofa and sleep if it was bad. Discovered Dad on the sofa, snoring loud enough to wake the dead.
Why can't my parents be normal and sleep in the spare room if they argue/are dying of plague and don't want to wake the other up/snore?
Either way, I didn't want to wake up, so I curled up on a small ball on the floor and strained to hear what was going on. The dog joined me and we stayed there trying to listen over Dad snoring. Great fun. Dad woke up and buggared off at about half eight, so I stayed curled up on the sofa.
The episode, by the way, was okay. Nyssa and Teegan are much prettier when not int he silly clothes they had for Logopolis. Turlough (spl?) seems interesting enough too. AND YAY BRIGADIER YAYYAYYAY.
But not yay for the Crazy Frog. The only time I ever found it amusing ws on a random satire thing on BBC4 that I surfed in on once with Michael Howard instead of the frog. I nearly fell off my chair laughing.
So, I'm procrastinating again. Sorry, all. I did a little bit of history reading, though, so I have a Fascinating Fact now. Well, sort of.
Also, I have pictures taken by Day during the Leaver's Ball.
Everyone, this is Elaine. Allow me to rephrase - this is Elaine drunk. This is the woman who has taught me politics, grounded me in Winstanley by being Scouse (Jess and I compared notes on the first day in relief that there was at least ONE person with a normal accent) and I think Iona was taught by via the fact she does voiceovers for powerpoints and puts them on the internet. She's great. And drunk. And dancing to Amarillo.
On a similiar vein, this is Assorted Politics People. Jess is in the red, laine is peeping over, so am I, Standish (what is his first name, anyway?) is the tall one. Cara is the girl at the fronmt and Gareth is the ginger.
"Oh my god, a BOY!" This is when Shaun grabbed me and started dancing with me. I love the look on my face for it. It was good fun to dance, though.
Okay. Really must do someyhing useful.
ohmygoddrivingtesttomorowARGH
~Hathy_Col~
Oliver Cromwell dissolved the Rump Parliament on what seems to have been a flash of anger in 1653, deeply frustrated by its lack of godly work and its continual self-perpetuation.
On a side note, the average tread of a car tyre should be 1.6cm and the center of the outer tyre should be tested, as well as the outer circumference. Checks should also be made for rips and bumps.
That said, it might be a cunning way to remove me from all distractions and actually revise. It's all over the TV like a rash - there's two of the bloody adverts in every ad break. I was planning of vegitating in front of the wonders of four hours of Trek so kindly provided by Sky One, but oh no. Not with that thing every ad break. It's even invading the other channels now. I decided I'd get up early this morning to watch Doctor Who. (Shut up.) This is because I have not yet seen a Peter Davison episode, so I thought I may as well start as I mean to go on. I staggered downstairs with my quilt, reasoning that I could curl up on the sofa and sleep if it was bad. Discovered Dad on the sofa, snoring loud enough to wake the dead.
Why can't my parents be normal and sleep in the spare room if they argue/are dying of plague and don't want to wake the other up/snore?
Either way, I didn't want to wake up, so I curled up on a small ball on the floor and strained to hear what was going on. The dog joined me and we stayed there trying to listen over Dad snoring. Great fun. Dad woke up and buggared off at about half eight, so I stayed curled up on the sofa.
The episode, by the way, was okay. Nyssa and Teegan are much prettier when not int he silly clothes they had for Logopolis. Turlough (spl?) seems interesting enough too. AND YAY BRIGADIER YAYYAYYAY.
But not yay for the Crazy Frog. The only time I ever found it amusing ws on a random satire thing on BBC4 that I surfed in on once with Michael Howard instead of the frog. I nearly fell off my chair laughing.
So, I'm procrastinating again. Sorry, all. I did a little bit of history reading, though, so I have a Fascinating Fact now. Well, sort of.
Also, I have pictures taken by Day during the Leaver's Ball.
Everyone, this is Elaine. Allow me to rephrase - this is Elaine drunk. This is the woman who has taught me politics, grounded me in Winstanley by being Scouse (Jess and I compared notes on the first day in relief that there was at least ONE person with a normal accent) and I think Iona was taught by via the fact she does voiceovers for powerpoints and puts them on the internet. She's great. And drunk. And dancing to Amarillo.
On a similiar vein, this is Assorted Politics People. Jess is in the red, laine is peeping over, so am I, Standish (what is his first name, anyway?) is the tall one. Cara is the girl at the fronmt and Gareth is the ginger.
"Oh my god, a BOY!" This is when Shaun grabbed me and started dancing with me. I love the look on my face for it. It was good fun to dance, though.
Okay. Really must do someyhing useful.
ohmygoddrivingtesttomorowARGH
~Hathy_Col~
Oliver Cromwell dissolved the Rump Parliament on what seems to have been a flash of anger in 1653, deeply frustrated by its lack of godly work and its continual self-perpetuation.
On a side note, the average tread of a car tyre should be 1.6cm and the center of the outer tyre should be tested, as well as the outer circumference. Checks should also be made for rips and bumps.
