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Aug. 13th, 2005 02:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolOh, god. Yesterday was tremendously painful, in the end. Actually, this morning is painful from yesterday.
Twas a Friday, and as is my wont, I went to work which was strange. I sat outside to try and get rid of the slight hangover I'd acquired and got locked out into the courtyard. I couldn't get around on side because there was a fucking BEACH, and the other side was a locked gate. I had to climb over the gate, walk all the way around the outside and eventually ring the front doorbell and explain the story to Paul, who answered the door looking confused.
Argh.
I didn't go home, and instead picked up Jess and whizzed over to Wigan, getting tremedously lost and speding fifteen minutes doing the girly parking thing. I am awful and shame myself. However, we partially blitzed Primark - for £25 I have new jeans which I need to hack the bottom off, a belt, a pretty purple top to go out in, a t-shirt and another top for Jess in leiu of several drinks. The best part, though, was the shoes. I am in love with these shoes. They are black with purple bits and are just ohohohohoh so pretty. What was also nice was seeing Kerry, Faye and Hayley from college in there, and Kerry Helped With My Purchases. Well, she got me a size 5, which is the same thing.
Managed to get home and changed before going out to Day's birthday thingie in Burscough. I drank a leetle bit too much. To illustrate this point, I can't remember getting into bed. I feel as sick as a dog and have been awake for ages because THE BED WAS MOVING. It was a terrible sensation, let me tell you. However, I woke up to discover I had remembered to bring home the present Gemma have me - The Phantom Of The Opera on DVD! YES! - so it could all be so much worse. I spent this morning, whilst trying to see properly again, having weird Doctor Who moments. I watched the end of Time And The Rani (Mel needs a slap. That is all) beore flicking over to kis TV which had a Doctor Who riff. I stared in confusion for a while before going through the music channel, where I discovered Billie Piper. As such, I gave into ftae and listening to the Big Finish CD that Iona gave me, involving the Doctor as a woman. It's hysterical and I love it already.
"Doctor! You have been tried for crimes against..."
"Excuse me?"
"What?"
"I'm not the Doctor. I'm a guard. He's escaped."
"... oh, shit."
There's something I'm loving about hearing the Doctor swear. It's ever so funny. Currently, two Timelords are wandering around London (one of whom is played by David Tennant) and the Doctor is pissed. It's great.
Anyway. I am going to go and try and sleep for a bit as everything is still again now except for the little bastard on the side of my head with the spoon. Too all who are coming tonight, it's Ormskirk train station at 8. Any earlier then feel free to drop by at my house. Again with the statement that you may need to hold my hair back when I throw up.
~Hathy_Col~
(Apologies for spelling and typos, because I can't think straight to save my LIFE.)
Twas a Friday, and as is my wont, I went to work which was strange. I sat outside to try and get rid of the slight hangover I'd acquired and got locked out into the courtyard. I couldn't get around on side because there was a fucking BEACH, and the other side was a locked gate. I had to climb over the gate, walk all the way around the outside and eventually ring the front doorbell and explain the story to Paul, who answered the door looking confused.
Argh.
I didn't go home, and instead picked up Jess and whizzed over to Wigan, getting tremedously lost and speding fifteen minutes doing the girly parking thing. I am awful and shame myself. However, we partially blitzed Primark - for £25 I have new jeans which I need to hack the bottom off, a belt, a pretty purple top to go out in, a t-shirt and another top for Jess in leiu of several drinks. The best part, though, was the shoes. I am in love with these shoes. They are black with purple bits and are just ohohohohoh so pretty. What was also nice was seeing Kerry, Faye and Hayley from college in there, and Kerry Helped With My Purchases. Well, she got me a size 5, which is the same thing.
Managed to get home and changed before going out to Day's birthday thingie in Burscough. I drank a leetle bit too much. To illustrate this point, I can't remember getting into bed. I feel as sick as a dog and have been awake for ages because THE BED WAS MOVING. It was a terrible sensation, let me tell you. However, I woke up to discover I had remembered to bring home the present Gemma have me - The Phantom Of The Opera on DVD! YES! - so it could all be so much worse. I spent this morning, whilst trying to see properly again, having weird Doctor Who moments. I watched the end of Time And The Rani (Mel needs a slap. That is all) beore flicking over to kis TV which had a Doctor Who riff. I stared in confusion for a while before going through the music channel, where I discovered Billie Piper. As such, I gave into ftae and listening to the Big Finish CD that Iona gave me, involving the Doctor as a woman. It's hysterical and I love it already.
"Doctor! You have been tried for crimes against..."
"Excuse me?"
"What?"
"I'm not the Doctor. I'm a guard. He's escaped."
"... oh, shit."
There's something I'm loving about hearing the Doctor swear. It's ever so funny. Currently, two Timelords are wandering around London (one of whom is played by David Tennant) and the Doctor is pissed. It's great.
Anyway. I am going to go and try and sleep for a bit as everything is still again now except for the little bastard on the side of my head with the spoon. Too all who are coming tonight, it's Ormskirk train station at 8. Any earlier then feel free to drop by at my house. Again with the statement that you may need to hold my hair back when I throw up.
~Hathy_Col~
(Apologies for spelling and typos, because I can't think straight to save my LIFE.)
