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Apr. 17th, 2006 07:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolJust spoke to my parents on the phone.
"Your sister's watching Doctor Who. She says David Tennant is quite fit, apparently."
Now, normal sibling relations would think 'oh, wonderful! Something in common!' Instead, I feel a little bit ill inside, because I have this hideous image of my sister doing fannish things on the internet and suddenly there's a collision. This is my world, bitch, and to be brutally honest it doesn't need any more "OMG SCEEENE!" kids talking about their inner pain.
*snarls*
My world! Mine! Leave!
...
Anyway. Dad is officially coming up to pick me up on the Friday night and bringing me home again on the Saturday morning. (All my stuff won't fit in Starbug. It's a very little car, and I have to bring pots, pans, cutlery, crockery, and other assorted bits and bobs that aren't necessary in catered accommodation, so it's two car loads.) I'm oddly looking forward to it - he's staying in some place just off North Street, and I have an image of dragging him out on the Friday night. Not, obviously, to the Bop, which I might go to in the evening, but Dad is good for paying for meals and in a strange way I'm looking forward to showing him around and proving that I've made a place for myself.
(Although:
"I can show you around St Andrews!"
"Colleen, I've been there. There's only three streets! What is there to show?"
"Erm... you can nick someone's gown, pretend to be a mature student and free entry into the Castle? Well, there's over 50 pubs, does that count?")
Anyway. I've been texting back and forth with one of the A15 girls, Becky Y, who I haven't seen since... Liz's 19th birthday thing, in September, which was a really good night, but I didn't really get to talk to her as much as I would have liked. She's having an engagement party which I think is a sort of sweet idea, but not something I've ever really broached, other than Jess drunkenly slurring at me to have a engagement pub trip. (Like I need an excuse to go to the pub.) Also, Becky and Phil have been together for ever and ever and I had previously assumed they were engaged, to be honest, but there we are. Everyone who knows them knows them as a couple. An engagement part scares the living daylights out of me, purely because there may be a crossover of family and if anything is going to put a person off, it's my extended family. *shudders* However, that's all an aside. It'll be really nice to see some of the A15 crew again, and it's lovely that she thought to include me. So that is something to look forward to when I get back to Ormskirk.
Medieval economic history is killing me ded so I am ignoring it, because it makes me want to cry inside. Between learning about how to build a ship, and rates of interest, and grain production, my head is spinning, but I am going to continue valiently. Well, maybe.
Time, I think, for a cup of tea before tackling... uh... no idea what book. Whichever's thinnest.
~Hathy_Col~
"Your sister's watching Doctor Who. She says David Tennant is quite fit, apparently."
Now, normal sibling relations would think 'oh, wonderful! Something in common!' Instead, I feel a little bit ill inside, because I have this hideous image of my sister doing fannish things on the internet and suddenly there's a collision. This is my world, bitch, and to be brutally honest it doesn't need any more "OMG SCEEENE!" kids talking about their inner pain.
*snarls*
My world! Mine! Leave!
...
Anyway. Dad is officially coming up to pick me up on the Friday night and bringing me home again on the Saturday morning. (All my stuff won't fit in Starbug. It's a very little car, and I have to bring pots, pans, cutlery, crockery, and other assorted bits and bobs that aren't necessary in catered accommodation, so it's two car loads.) I'm oddly looking forward to it - he's staying in some place just off North Street, and I have an image of dragging him out on the Friday night. Not, obviously, to the Bop, which I might go to in the evening, but Dad is good for paying for meals and in a strange way I'm looking forward to showing him around and proving that I've made a place for myself.
(Although:
"I can show you around St Andrews!"
"Colleen, I've been there. There's only three streets! What is there to show?"
"Erm... you can nick someone's gown, pretend to be a mature student and free entry into the Castle? Well, there's over 50 pubs, does that count?")
Anyway. I've been texting back and forth with one of the A15 girls, Becky Y, who I haven't seen since... Liz's 19th birthday thing, in September, which was a really good night, but I didn't really get to talk to her as much as I would have liked. She's having an engagement party which I think is a sort of sweet idea, but not something I've ever really broached, other than Jess drunkenly slurring at me to have a engagement pub trip. (Like I need an excuse to go to the pub.) Also, Becky and Phil have been together for ever and ever and I had previously assumed they were engaged, to be honest, but there we are. Everyone who knows them knows them as a couple. An engagement part scares the living daylights out of me, purely because there may be a crossover of family and if anything is going to put a person off, it's my extended family. *shudders* However, that's all an aside. It'll be really nice to see some of the A15 crew again, and it's lovely that she thought to include me. So that is something to look forward to when I get back to Ormskirk.
Medieval economic history is killing me ded so I am ignoring it, because it makes me want to cry inside. Between learning about how to build a ship, and rates of interest, and grain production, my head is spinning, but I am going to continue valiently. Well, maybe.
Time, I think, for a cup of tea before tackling... uh... no idea what book. Whichever's thinnest.
~Hathy_Col~
