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Oct. 18th, 2005 10:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolDammit dammit dammit.
So, Katie and I went out and I crashed her film studies film session, because it looked a bit intellectual and I desperately miss watching arty films. Good fun. We left Derya and Sarah a half-cooked chicken and gave them some Alone Time.
The Alone Time worked, but it did mean they forgot to take the chicken our or prepare the veg. Katie and I were having rhapsodies when we came out of the film, talking about potatoes and carrots and NOTHING. I put chips on and hacked at the chicken in a most unamused manner, but the whole situation was so very sitcom, combined with jokes about Derya's bike (she has sore legs due to riding it. Now, just think what bike rhymes with. Cue crying with laughter, a scary sight when hacking an Extra Large Chicken) and Katie's lack thereof, and my desperate air of "I'm going to have to phone you to remind you to eat, aren't I?" for this weekend. I do quite genuinely worry about them.
Unfortunately, this means I have eaten far too much food and possibly hacking at the Milky Way Spread with an air of desperation was a bad idea. SUGAR RUSH and also I now feel slightly ill from it.
Only one lecture tomorrow. I suspect I will be napping after it is over because I will need it.
Also, thing I have learnt today: MY MOTHER IS A LIAR. I asked her for a recipe and she stammered out what she had been feeding us for years. If it wasn't for the fact I need to phone her tomorrow to ask for a cheque to pay my parking fine (I am going to pay her back, but my chequebook is still AWOL) I would Not Be Best Pleased. Honestly. You move out and learn all this stuff. I'm doing my own cooking when I get back to Ormskirk. AND I'M GRASSING HER UP TO MEGAN. Mum forgets that I know what happened to Megan's gerbil. BLACKMAIL I SAY.
~Hathy_Col~
So, Katie and I went out and I crashed her film studies film session, because it looked a bit intellectual and I desperately miss watching arty films. Good fun. We left Derya and Sarah a half-cooked chicken and gave them some Alone Time.
The Alone Time worked, but it did mean they forgot to take the chicken our or prepare the veg. Katie and I were having rhapsodies when we came out of the film, talking about potatoes and carrots and NOTHING. I put chips on and hacked at the chicken in a most unamused manner, but the whole situation was so very sitcom, combined with jokes about Derya's bike (she has sore legs due to riding it. Now, just think what bike rhymes with. Cue crying with laughter, a scary sight when hacking an Extra Large Chicken) and Katie's lack thereof, and my desperate air of "I'm going to have to phone you to remind you to eat, aren't I?" for this weekend. I do quite genuinely worry about them.
Unfortunately, this means I have eaten far too much food and possibly hacking at the Milky Way Spread with an air of desperation was a bad idea. SUGAR RUSH and also I now feel slightly ill from it.
Only one lecture tomorrow. I suspect I will be napping after it is over because I will need it.
Also, thing I have learnt today: MY MOTHER IS A LIAR. I asked her for a recipe and she stammered out what she had been feeding us for years. If it wasn't for the fact I need to phone her tomorrow to ask for a cheque to pay my parking fine (I am going to pay her back, but my chequebook is still AWOL) I would Not Be Best Pleased. Honestly. You move out and learn all this stuff. I'm doing my own cooking when I get back to Ormskirk. AND I'M GRASSING HER UP TO MEGAN. Mum forgets that I know what happened to Megan's gerbil. BLACKMAIL I SAY.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2005-10-18 10:42 pm (UTC)For what recipe did you ask your mother, and what unexpected information did you receive in return?
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Date: 2005-10-19 11:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-19 11:31 am (UTC)*is insanely curious and nosy*
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Date: 2005-10-19 08:35 pm (UTC)It was a fucking psycopathic</> gerbil. It would launch itself against the bars of the cage if you went anywhere near it, baring its little rodety teeth. You had to feed it with leather gloves on because it would bite and NOT LET GO. It as INSANE.
So, Dad took me and my sister to the park one day, and we came back to discover the gerbil dead. "It died in its sleep," Mum said gently.
LIES ALL LIES. Bloody rat poison killed that gerbil. I've never believed a word she says when it comes to pets now.
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Date: 2005-10-19 08:32 pm (UTC)ARGH TUNA. It sounds stupid, but... ohgod I hate that stuff.
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Date: 2005-10-20 11:27 pm (UTC)don't worry, she's actually gone now.
oh, and then she was back.
perhaps this time i'll actually get to say what i want and move in my own time.
but of course this is inconsiderate of me, because she's "not getting much sleep either". this is apparently my fault. maybe i should just MOVE OUT then.
not ranting. NOT RANTING. honest.
goodnight