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hathycolOkay, kids, let's make a real post.
Tuesday night I saw Jess, Day, Dobbin, Matt and Danny again, which was actually really nice, despite us all sitting around and comparing overdraft numbers. ("497." "928!" "4,000 positive and no, I'm not buying you a drink." "Twat!") I drank half-pints of cider, because holy fuck drinks are expensive when you're not in the student union. The pub quiz was faintly embarrassing for all concerned, but there we are. Good fun.
Wednesday was a very nice day indeed, despite having to get out of bed early. I trundled down to the train station and sat on the little local train to take me to Liverpool. It's been a very long time since I did it, and it's strange to see how its changed in little undescribable ways that throws me very slightly off-kilter. It's strange, but I suppose that is The Nature Of Things.
Got to Liverpool and finally got to see Iona again! This is, obviously, a thing of goodness, as I have not seen her for absolutely months after a summer of wandering hown to her house after work because I was bored. I gave her a book back (erm, sorry about that, long story, don't ask) and we wandered around Liverpool on various quests. I have purchased a pair of ballet shoes, and feel ridiculously rebellious and smug because they're black rather than pink (my Dad's response was "I bought you pink ballet shoes for ten years and they come in other colours?"). Iona wanted headphones because she had hummous in hers, but alas, that quest was not fulfilled.
We ate pasties outside, watching the new water display ("water is sumptuous" amongst other inscriptions), musing on how things change as well as Firefly. Later on, Freschattos were drunk, doughnuts were eaten, and horror was expressed at the 'Paradise Project'. There's not even going tobe any GREENERY there. It's going to be BUILDINGS.
Won't someone think of the 15 year old emokids? God knows I spent enough summers hanging about on Chevasse in the sun, safe in the knowledge that everyone else had baggy jeans and purple hair. It's sad. Stuff shouldn't be allowed to change while I'm not there.
Seeing Iona again was great, and seeing Liverpool again was an added bonus. *nods*
Of course, I got through the door and then more or less dived out again to have dinner with Simon's family. They are nicer than mine and apparently do not mind the fact their firstborn is marrying a drunken reprobate, so that is a good thing. He also helped me to pack as he came back to mine for a bit afterwards.
And this morning, I left. It was faintly unpleasant for all concerned, because Simon came to wave me off and I am, as we all know, a bit of an emokid and resulted in me stopping in the Little Chef by the edge of the motorway and crying my eyes out. In my defence, I'm not normally that bad because, well, I'm just not, but I am extraordinarily hormonal right now so most things are setting me off. For example, I cried at bloody Hopi Polloi being played on the radio simply because it was so beautiful. Also, I am trying very hard not to bore my flist to death because you probably all wince every time I even mention Simon. Anyway.
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spockette is back, so it's quiet in the house right now, but is is nice to be home, despite the fact we don't have as much food as I thought as, y'know, forgot a lot of it which is very irritating. I was looking forward to actually having some fresh fruit (it's expensive!) as well as the immorital Ribena. Oh well. I'm sure I'll cope.
And now, I am going to go and... don't know, actually. Blimey, it's 10pm already. When did that happen? How have I been writing for 45 minutes? *boggles*
[eta: Sigur Ros - Hoppi Polli Download this song. It is LOVE. It is uplifting, it's sad, it's majestic, it makes me cry but it's also completely sung in Icelandic, but don't let that put you off. It's the music from the Planet Earth trailers for anyone that remembers them and seriously, if you never ever listen to me on anything musical, listen to me on this one, okay? Let me know if the link dies, I'll repost.
DOWNLOAD. NOW.]
~Hathy_Col~
Tuesday night I saw Jess, Day, Dobbin, Matt and Danny again, which was actually really nice, despite us all sitting around and comparing overdraft numbers. ("497." "928!" "4,000 positive and no, I'm not buying you a drink." "Twat!") I drank half-pints of cider, because holy fuck drinks are expensive when you're not in the student union. The pub quiz was faintly embarrassing for all concerned, but there we are. Good fun.
Wednesday was a very nice day indeed, despite having to get out of bed early. I trundled down to the train station and sat on the little local train to take me to Liverpool. It's been a very long time since I did it, and it's strange to see how its changed in little undescribable ways that throws me very slightly off-kilter. It's strange, but I suppose that is The Nature Of Things.
Got to Liverpool and finally got to see Iona again! This is, obviously, a thing of goodness, as I have not seen her for absolutely months after a summer of wandering hown to her house after work because I was bored. I gave her a book back (erm, sorry about that, long story, don't ask) and we wandered around Liverpool on various quests. I have purchased a pair of ballet shoes, and feel ridiculously rebellious and smug because they're black rather than pink (my Dad's response was "I bought you pink ballet shoes for ten years and they come in other colours?"). Iona wanted headphones because she had hummous in hers, but alas, that quest was not fulfilled.
We ate pasties outside, watching the new water display ("water is sumptuous" amongst other inscriptions), musing on how things change as well as Firefly. Later on, Freschattos were drunk, doughnuts were eaten, and horror was expressed at the 'Paradise Project'. There's not even going tobe any GREENERY there. It's going to be BUILDINGS.
Won't someone think of the 15 year old emokids? God knows I spent enough summers hanging about on Chevasse in the sun, safe in the knowledge that everyone else had baggy jeans and purple hair. It's sad. Stuff shouldn't be allowed to change while I'm not there.
Seeing Iona again was great, and seeing Liverpool again was an added bonus. *nods*
Of course, I got through the door and then more or less dived out again to have dinner with Simon's family. They are nicer than mine and apparently do not mind the fact their firstborn is marrying a drunken reprobate, so that is a good thing. He also helped me to pack as he came back to mine for a bit afterwards.
And this morning, I left. It was faintly unpleasant for all concerned, because Simon came to wave me off and I am, as we all know, a bit of an emokid and resulted in me stopping in the Little Chef by the edge of the motorway and crying my eyes out. In my defence, I'm not normally that bad because, well, I'm just not, but I am extraordinarily hormonal right now so most things are setting me off. For example, I cried at bloody Hopi Polloi being played on the radio simply because it was so beautiful. Also, I am trying very hard not to bore my flist to death because you probably all wince every time I even mention Simon. Anyway.
Only
spockette is back, so it's quiet in the house right now, but is is nice to be home, despite the fact we don't have as much food as I thought as, y'know, forgot a lot of it which is very irritating. I was looking forward to actually having some fresh fruit (it's expensive!) as well as the immorital Ribena. Oh well. I'm sure I'll cope.And now, I am going to go and... don't know, actually. Blimey, it's 10pm already. When did that happen? How have I been writing for 45 minutes? *boggles*
[eta: Sigur Ros - Hoppi Polli Download this song. It is LOVE. It is uplifting, it's sad, it's majestic, it makes me cry but it's also completely sung in Icelandic, but don't let that put you off. It's the music from the Planet Earth trailers for anyone that remembers them and seriously, if you never ever listen to me on anything musical, listen to me on this one, okay? Let me know if the link dies, I'll repost.
DOWNLOAD. NOW.]
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-04-06 09:56 pm (UTC)It was so sad, because the Brownies get the cheap stuff. *wails*
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Date: 2006-04-07 01:51 pm (UTC)And hooray for half-pints of cider! The fact that that's generally my drink of choice was beginning to make me feel stereotypically herefordian, even though I'm technically not!
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Date: 2006-04-07 01:53 pm (UTC)