I am the cleaner, goo-goo-ca-cho
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hathycolI am not from London. I have no family in London. I can claim no Cockney heritage. But I will repeat the following in defence of the capital city of my nation:
Bitch, please. It won't work. We've faced worse, and frankly enough, we'll get one with it.
I'm just.. blah, about it all, really. I came online really happy and cheerful - I had a lot of good stuff to talk about. Then they had a go at blowing up London again, and even worse, James Doohan has died. That is really, really sad. Bones and Scotty both gone now.
So I am going to talk about my really, really good days.
On Wednesday, I had an almost unofficial dinner party. To be more precise, Clare and Hannah and later Enid all came around. The night before, Hannah and I decided that I would cook, and I panicked for ten minutes before looking in my student cookbook and picking up on how to make vegetable pasta bake.
So, I made a list and I went shopping after work and spent what felt like hours looking around for cheese and stuff (it's a big Tescos!) and then came home. I slouched on the sofa for a while before panicking and cleaning, ironing and then chopping vegetables like a demon-y demon. Fortunately, they didn't require me to answer the door - instead, Clare and Hannah merrily trooping into my house like noisy burgulars. They were then shooed out while I finished cooking, I laid the table, Clare opened the wine and we had a very sophisticated meal - without me drinking. My only gip was the recipe said it served six. This was a lie. It served four of us very comfortably.
I then did a lot of cleaning, which was a feature of the evening. Normally this would not happen, but El Parento were coming back on the Thursday. I panicked quite a bit and cleaned quite a bit. However, sacked this off in the meanwhile and went to pick up Enid, who was working at Sainsburys. Both Clare and Hannah were, I think, terrified at the concept of my driving, although too drunk and busy arguing over who got the front seat to care that much.
We made it to Southport listening to the mix tape Hannah made me. My car is so old skool and I really can't be bothered buying a plug-in oojy-whatsit AND a CD player just for the purpose of listening to music in the car. So, it's mix tapes and yes, I feel very 1995 just writing about them. The mix tape is delightfully cheesy - part of it is blatently lesbian ("Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" "Music TO atch Girls By" and more worryingly, "Good Vibrations" and "Addicted to Love". There's a joke there, I know there is) and the oher part was Hannah just putting any song to do with driving in. It's wonderfully strange and I love it to bits. I also got far too excited about a Beatles song with the line "goo goo ca cho" in it because OH MY GOD DOCTOR WHO REFERENCE.
Anyway. We picked up Enid.
"EEEE YOU'RE DRIVING!"
"Pimp my ride biatch!" *beat* "How exactly does one pimp one's ride?"
We are so MTV. Or we try, anyway.
Got back to mine where I had me some vodka, finally, and cleaned a little more before giving and watched Shaun of the Dead is a happy fuzzy haze. We then all passed out and slept rather too early. We are so not cool.
Unfortunately, the dog was still at home with us too, and we were sleeping downstairs. In the end, he had to come in with us, and he slept on everyone at some point during the night. Le sigh.
Got up stupidly early to go to work, leaving three teenage girls slumbering on my living room floor. I also left a complicated set of notes on How To Clean The House and a promise about how I would be back soon, honest. I even phoned at 11.30 to check everyone was awake and to tell them that my parents should be home at 12.00.
My mother picked up the phone. ARGH.
Still, I made it home. Clare was not there as she had work, but Hannah, Enid and I all went to Primark in Birkenhead. Wooh! But then I got lost coming back home and used up far too much petrol. I had to buy petrol AGAIN today. This is not right. Colleen is doing any more driving except for work in the next week.
Speaking of work, if anyone else on the radio says "It's Friday! It's nearly the weeknd!" I will throw a brick at the radio. Friday is fucking hard. Today I had go and sort out supplies which was an adventure ALL BY ITSELF. I nearly volunteered to go to Tescos and buy bleach out my wages just so it was all bloody easier. My instructions were:
"Go through Pine Lodge and then across the quad, past the Day Centre and it's the big building there."
"Eh?"
I work on Seaview unit and have never left for the other bits of the nursing home. It's very disquieting. There are other colour schemes and different pictures but exactly the same smell. Bah. I did,k however, manage to find toilet cleaner and returned victorious. However, I still had to clean all the main corridors, the entry hall, both bathrooms as well as my everyday tasks. God almighty. They save it up, don't they?
Tomorrow is Homebase and I'm handing in my notice. If I work all my notice it means I'll have about four weekends free before I go to university. This means I can see my grandparents as well as Sarah. And perhaps even do this crazy thing people are telling me about. New trend, apparently. They call it 'sorting out your bedroom'. Hmmm. Might be something in that, I suppose.
Also, the idea of handing in my notice at Homebase is such a good one that it makes me feel all warm and glowy.
Tonight there is going to be an Indian takeaway and some wine. I'm looking forward to it, mostly because I'm absolutely shattered at the moment. I may do some writing instead. I have my Minor Characters Ficathon assignment and I'm so pleased by it. Or I would be if I could think of a single damned plot to go with the aforementioned character. All that comes to mind is a Harry Potter crossover...
~Hathy_Col~
Bitch, please. It won't work. We've faced worse, and frankly enough, we'll get one with it.
I'm just.. blah, about it all, really. I came online really happy and cheerful - I had a lot of good stuff to talk about. Then they had a go at blowing up London again, and even worse, James Doohan has died. That is really, really sad. Bones and Scotty both gone now.
So I am going to talk about my really, really good days.
On Wednesday, I had an almost unofficial dinner party. To be more precise, Clare and Hannah and later Enid all came around. The night before, Hannah and I decided that I would cook, and I panicked for ten minutes before looking in my student cookbook and picking up on how to make vegetable pasta bake.
So, I made a list and I went shopping after work and spent what felt like hours looking around for cheese and stuff (it's a big Tescos!) and then came home. I slouched on the sofa for a while before panicking and cleaning, ironing and then chopping vegetables like a demon-y demon. Fortunately, they didn't require me to answer the door - instead, Clare and Hannah merrily trooping into my house like noisy burgulars. They were then shooed out while I finished cooking, I laid the table, Clare opened the wine and we had a very sophisticated meal - without me drinking. My only gip was the recipe said it served six. This was a lie. It served four of us very comfortably.
I then did a lot of cleaning, which was a feature of the evening. Normally this would not happen, but El Parento were coming back on the Thursday. I panicked quite a bit and cleaned quite a bit. However, sacked this off in the meanwhile and went to pick up Enid, who was working at Sainsburys. Both Clare and Hannah were, I think, terrified at the concept of my driving, although too drunk and busy arguing over who got the front seat to care that much.
We made it to Southport listening to the mix tape Hannah made me. My car is so old skool and I really can't be bothered buying a plug-in oojy-whatsit AND a CD player just for the purpose of listening to music in the car. So, it's mix tapes and yes, I feel very 1995 just writing about them. The mix tape is delightfully cheesy - part of it is blatently lesbian ("Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" "Music TO atch Girls By" and more worryingly, "Good Vibrations" and "Addicted to Love". There's a joke there, I know there is) and the oher part was Hannah just putting any song to do with driving in. It's wonderfully strange and I love it to bits. I also got far too excited about a Beatles song with the line "goo goo ca cho" in it because OH MY GOD DOCTOR WHO REFERENCE.
Anyway. We picked up Enid.
"EEEE YOU'RE DRIVING!"
"Pimp my ride biatch!" *beat* "How exactly does one pimp one's ride?"
We are so MTV. Or we try, anyway.
Got back to mine where I had me some vodka, finally, and cleaned a little more before giving and watched Shaun of the Dead is a happy fuzzy haze. We then all passed out and slept rather too early. We are so not cool.
Unfortunately, the dog was still at home with us too, and we were sleeping downstairs. In the end, he had to come in with us, and he slept on everyone at some point during the night. Le sigh.
Got up stupidly early to go to work, leaving three teenage girls slumbering on my living room floor. I also left a complicated set of notes on How To Clean The House and a promise about how I would be back soon, honest. I even phoned at 11.30 to check everyone was awake and to tell them that my parents should be home at 12.00.
My mother picked up the phone. ARGH.
Still, I made it home. Clare was not there as she had work, but Hannah, Enid and I all went to Primark in Birkenhead. Wooh! But then I got lost coming back home and used up far too much petrol. I had to buy petrol AGAIN today. This is not right. Colleen is doing any more driving except for work in the next week.
Speaking of work, if anyone else on the radio says "It's Friday! It's nearly the weeknd!" I will throw a brick at the radio. Friday is fucking hard. Today I had go and sort out supplies which was an adventure ALL BY ITSELF. I nearly volunteered to go to Tescos and buy bleach out my wages just so it was all bloody easier. My instructions were:
"Go through Pine Lodge and then across the quad, past the Day Centre and it's the big building there."
"Eh?"
I work on Seaview unit and have never left for the other bits of the nursing home. It's very disquieting. There are other colour schemes and different pictures but exactly the same smell. Bah. I did,k however, manage to find toilet cleaner and returned victorious. However, I still had to clean all the main corridors, the entry hall, both bathrooms as well as my everyday tasks. God almighty. They save it up, don't they?
Tomorrow is Homebase and I'm handing in my notice. If I work all my notice it means I'll have about four weekends free before I go to university. This means I can see my grandparents as well as Sarah. And perhaps even do this crazy thing people are telling me about. New trend, apparently. They call it 'sorting out your bedroom'. Hmmm. Might be something in that, I suppose.
Also, the idea of handing in my notice at Homebase is such a good one that it makes me feel all warm and glowy.
Tonight there is going to be an Indian takeaway and some wine. I'm looking forward to it, mostly because I'm absolutely shattered at the moment. I may do some writing instead. I have my Minor Characters Ficathon assignment and I'm so pleased by it. Or I would be if I could think of a single damned plot to go with the aforementioned character. All that comes to mind is a Harry Potter crossover...
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2005-07-22 03:37 pm (UTC)Ever so sorry, but I can't help but point out that if anything, it'd be OMG BEATLES REFERENCE in Dr Who. I refuse to believe that Dr Who came before the Beatles.
But, if I'm wrong, we won't ever talk of this againno subject
Date: 2005-07-22 03:38 pm (UTC)But, y'know, I heard the Doctor Who one first.
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Date: 2005-07-22 03:42 pm (UTC)*gloats*no subject
Date: 2005-07-22 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-22 04:19 pm (UTC)(You're the second person to say that my posts are too long. I should feel guilty, but really, the effort of reading them in inversely proportioned tot he efort to writing them. I promise.)
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Date: 2005-07-22 04:22 pm (UTC)Lol, I'm hardly one to talk, with my somewhat gargantuan posts...
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Date: 2005-07-24 11:30 pm (UTC)in reference to the New Trend: today i saw my sofa for the first time in eight months. it's prettier than i remembered :)
xx
Beatles ^.^
Date: 2005-07-30 12:56 pm (UTC)You know you're sad and have nothing better to do when you start correcting old lyrics which were nonsensical anyway. *Hem*.
Gouranga!
Re: Beatles ^.^
Date: 2005-07-30 12:58 pm (UTC)HannahBassill - too lazy to log in.
GOURANGA! <-- not that that didn't make it obvious before anyway!