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hathycolHello all. I am typing this on Joan, who is making some distressing arthritic sounds. I am also having mild issues using the keyboard, although it wonderful to have the right-click back. (For those not in the know, Simon is an Elitist Mac User, and I revel in my lack of knowledge using it.)
As such, I am obviously back in Ormskirk. The dog is running around and whining a bit because he's pining for the members of the family he actually recognises, and it breaks my heart. I feel awful that he had to go into kennels, but I think I will stick to steadfastly BLAMING MY MOTHER for this one. I am also drinking tea because I've sort of stopped eating in the daytime and to be honest I might sick with doing so. I'm hungry now, but I have a cup of tea and there is a potato baking (which, might I add, came from the £50 card Grandad bought me - I've made that buggar last for two months and counting, now) so I will cope, I think. I returned home yesterday from glorious sunshine to the rain, and by God, but everything was deserted. Liverpool was frightening, but bot as frightening as my changeover at the new Liverpool South Parkway station. That was zombie-film deserted.
Also, I do not think the fact that I was consistently nauseous for much of the journey and throwing up between Stafford and Liverpool helped with my feelings of hatred-for-the-world. I didn't go online last night out of sheer apathy, which is new and slightly frightening for me, and I instead plumped for sitting in front of the telly and watching Tank Girl, which hurt my brain a bit, but at least I can say I've seen it, or something like that? Naomi Watts is quite pretty when she's not blonde.
Anyway. You don't want emo!lonely!Colleen in this post, and neither do I, and I'm hoping that I can eat in about an hour and then actually start doing my cleaning - the washing is in, which is impressive, but my stuff is still all over the hall, which is less good. I'm alone in the house, which isn't giving me any reason to go on and do anything. This place is so big. Argh.
RIGHT. HAPPY THOUGHTS. Under this cut is long and boring description of the Jesus College May Ball, which is flat out the best bash I've ever spent an extortionate amount of money on.
After spending much of Monday morning and afternoon running around and getting ready and flailing a lot. I'd love to show you pictures of the final thing, actually - KAWKAAAAAW! - but I can't find any. I'll put them up when/if they turn up. Anyway, we buggared off to the Pizza Express down the road, presuming lots of other people would have the same idea.
So wrong. So embarrassing. Not going to talk about it, as am blushing due to it. Argh. We then made it back in good time to be at the front of the queue, though, which we stayed in for, oh, two hours or so. No, really. It was bloody freezing and the less said about the state of my feet in the high heels, the better. Once we actually got back inside the college, though, it wasn't too bad, with some people dancing around as we queued in the courtyard that Simon actually lives in, which was a little bizarre.
The thing is, I was expecting, well, a traditional ball. Lots of alcohol, some food,a nd dancing around for several hours. In fact, the entire college was made up to lok beautiful. The sun was just setting, and the coloured lights reflected off the greenery and the assorted tents. There was actually slightly too much to do, but I think we did well enough. I can't even wirte down everything that was there, to be honest. The theme was Never Never Land, whichma have been in reference in the cocktail bar. IT WAS AS GODS. Firstly, tequila sunrises, which are possibly my most favourite cocktail in the entire world. Secondly, it was all free. Thirdly, the bar staff were the best I've ever seen. One gave me a drink with a sort of confused look. "Hang about, what did I actually put in this?"
I laughed. "I don't care, as long as it's alcoholic!"
He then proceeded to pour a healthy swig of vodka into it. "Well, now it definitely does."
My kind of bar right there.
However, being the absolute children that apparently Simon and I regress into after drinking, there was a fairground ride in which the world saw my underwear (and in a floor length dress that's slightly too small for you, that's impressive), a chocolate fountain, a professional regurgitator (really. It was the most bizarre thing I've ever seen) as well as seeing The Feeling live, singing along very loudly to the songs that I actually know and bopping as much as my aching feet would take it. They were actually quite good, and impressed me more than I thought they would.
As the sun came up, I sort of collapsed a bit against a pillar in a small courtyard, and watched the lights reflect off the glasses around us. Men walked around in tuxedos, and all the girls had such beautiful dresses on in all the colours, floor-length and swooshy and making me green with envy sometimes. There was almost too much to do and eat and drink and watch, and it meant I was constantly doing something, just... amazed that somewhere actually had a party like this.
I don't think I'm describing it properly. This was seven hours, people, but I can't describe it. There was colour and light and sound and I wasn't even drunk (only enough to keep me walking!) and we left when the sun came up. We didn't make the Survivors Photograph, but, um, I had to get a train at 4 that afternoon so I thought that perhaps a little bit of sleep was the way forward.
Best use of my overdraft ever.
And now, well, I'm at home, where it's raining, and I'm lonely, and I'm just too lazy to bother even cleaning out my suitcase, so I think I'm going to curl up with a baked potato and Sky TV. I'm not going to walk the dog, because to be honest, I'm worried about taking him outside by myself when he's in this mood, because he's a very heavy and strong dog and he's just all over the place right now and I'm afraid of losing him. Which makes me feel more like a bad person.
Oh yeah. Potato time.
~Hathy_Col~
As such, I am obviously back in Ormskirk. The dog is running around and whining a bit because he's pining for the members of the family he actually recognises, and it breaks my heart. I feel awful that he had to go into kennels, but I think I will stick to steadfastly BLAMING MY MOTHER for this one. I am also drinking tea because I've sort of stopped eating in the daytime and to be honest I might sick with doing so. I'm hungry now, but I have a cup of tea and there is a potato baking (which, might I add, came from the £50 card Grandad bought me - I've made that buggar last for two months and counting, now) so I will cope, I think. I returned home yesterday from glorious sunshine to the rain, and by God, but everything was deserted. Liverpool was frightening, but bot as frightening as my changeover at the new Liverpool South Parkway station. That was zombie-film deserted.
Also, I do not think the fact that I was consistently nauseous for much of the journey and throwing up between Stafford and Liverpool helped with my feelings of hatred-for-the-world. I didn't go online last night out of sheer apathy, which is new and slightly frightening for me, and I instead plumped for sitting in front of the telly and watching Tank Girl, which hurt my brain a bit, but at least I can say I've seen it, or something like that? Naomi Watts is quite pretty when she's not blonde.
Anyway. You don't want emo!lonely!Colleen in this post, and neither do I, and I'm hoping that I can eat in about an hour and then actually start doing my cleaning - the washing is in, which is impressive, but my stuff is still all over the hall, which is less good. I'm alone in the house, which isn't giving me any reason to go on and do anything. This place is so big. Argh.
RIGHT. HAPPY THOUGHTS. Under this cut is long and boring description of the Jesus College May Ball, which is flat out the best bash I've ever spent an extortionate amount of money on.
After spending much of Monday morning and afternoon running around and getting ready and flailing a lot. I'd love to show you pictures of the final thing, actually - KAWKAAAAAW! - but I can't find any. I'll put them up when/if they turn up. Anyway, we buggared off to the Pizza Express down the road, presuming lots of other people would have the same idea.
So wrong. So embarrassing. Not going to talk about it, as am blushing due to it. Argh. We then made it back in good time to be at the front of the queue, though, which we stayed in for, oh, two hours or so. No, really. It was bloody freezing and the less said about the state of my feet in the high heels, the better. Once we actually got back inside the college, though, it wasn't too bad, with some people dancing around as we queued in the courtyard that Simon actually lives in, which was a little bizarre.
The thing is, I was expecting, well, a traditional ball. Lots of alcohol, some food,a nd dancing around for several hours. In fact, the entire college was made up to lok beautiful. The sun was just setting, and the coloured lights reflected off the greenery and the assorted tents. There was actually slightly too much to do, but I think we did well enough. I can't even wirte down everything that was there, to be honest. The theme was Never Never Land, whichma have been in reference in the cocktail bar. IT WAS AS GODS. Firstly, tequila sunrises, which are possibly my most favourite cocktail in the entire world. Secondly, it was all free. Thirdly, the bar staff were the best I've ever seen. One gave me a drink with a sort of confused look. "Hang about, what did I actually put in this?"
I laughed. "I don't care, as long as it's alcoholic!"
He then proceeded to pour a healthy swig of vodka into it. "Well, now it definitely does."
My kind of bar right there.
However, being the absolute children that apparently Simon and I regress into after drinking, there was a fairground ride in which the world saw my underwear (and in a floor length dress that's slightly too small for you, that's impressive), a chocolate fountain, a professional regurgitator (really. It was the most bizarre thing I've ever seen) as well as seeing The Feeling live, singing along very loudly to the songs that I actually know and bopping as much as my aching feet would take it. They were actually quite good, and impressed me more than I thought they would.
As the sun came up, I sort of collapsed a bit against a pillar in a small courtyard, and watched the lights reflect off the glasses around us. Men walked around in tuxedos, and all the girls had such beautiful dresses on in all the colours, floor-length and swooshy and making me green with envy sometimes. There was almost too much to do and eat and drink and watch, and it meant I was constantly doing something, just... amazed that somewhere actually had a party like this.
I don't think I'm describing it properly. This was seven hours, people, but I can't describe it. There was colour and light and sound and I wasn't even drunk (only enough to keep me walking!) and we left when the sun came up. We didn't make the Survivors Photograph, but, um, I had to get a train at 4 that afternoon so I thought that perhaps a little bit of sleep was the way forward.
Best use of my overdraft ever.
And now, well, I'm at home, where it's raining, and I'm lonely, and I'm just too lazy to bother even cleaning out my suitcase, so I think I'm going to curl up with a baked potato and Sky TV. I'm not going to walk the dog, because to be honest, I'm worried about taking him outside by myself when he's in this mood, because he's a very heavy and strong dog and he's just all over the place right now and I'm afraid of losing him. Which makes me feel more like a bad person.
Oh yeah. Potato time.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-06-21 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-21 05:59 pm (UTC)(Okay, not really, since I had to drive into work that day, but that is NOT THE POINT. When we're out of milk, I've been tempted to try it.)
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Date: 2006-06-21 06:10 pm (UTC)And hope you feel better soon. Throwing up does not sound good. :s
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Date: 2006-06-21 06:21 pm (UTC)Ball was splendiferous, quite frankly. St Andrews does nothing like that!
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Date: 2006-06-21 07:23 pm (UTC)I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO COME VISIT YOU SOMETIME, WHEN IS GOOD FOR YOU?
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Date: 2006-06-21 08:18 pm (UTC)BUT VISITING WOULD BE MOST AWESOME YES.
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Date: 2006-06-21 07:39 pm (UTC)(In other words, so glad you had fun, and yay for extra vodka!)
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Date: 2006-06-21 08:21 pm (UTC)Yay for extra vodka! It is, like, the bestest phrase in the history of ever.