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[hathycol]

I have a job interview tomorrow. This is, obviously, Good News. It is, yet again, as a Cleaning Monkey for an agency, but beggars can't be choosers. If it goes well, I may actually have something approaching Working Hours soon, and then I can make plans with people! Hurrah! I am seeing loneraven tomorrow because she is more or less on the way home from aforementioned interview, and seriously, when I get Real Hours, I will go and visit people and be a generally good friend as opposed to the rubbish human I've been recently.

Although I did go to the pub last night. But that was late in the evening, and somewhat spontaneous, and it was that or KILL MY SISTER WITH A BIG HEAVY BOOK. Yesterday's gems are too numerous to list, but the one about how "God, you lost your virginity late, didn't you?" was the final straw. She then continued to taunt me about that, in front of my mother.

My sister? Is fifteen.

...

Calender tells me that I have about ten and a half weeks left in this house. THE TIME IS NOT FLYING.

I actually had a dream about going back to university last night. For a joke, I phoned up Student Accommodation Services and told them I wanted to be moved into Sallies. So they did. Only I had to share a room with three other people. Then they let me move into Fife Park instead, except I got the wrong house. By the time I'd actually, you know, moved in properly, two girls I knw from high school were there too, as was Simon. Then there was something about alien bombs going off on the lawn.

It was really quite odd.

I think I am going to clean my room. I have very little else of interest going on right now - wander around being bored on the internet, or bicker with my sister, CHOICES CHOICES, and even I can appreciate that my bedroom is too messy. That is saying something.

~Hathy_Col~

Comments

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Jesus. If seventeen is late, then I really am going to die of sexual frustration aged eighty omg. Urgh. And you know, if she's grating on my last nerve by proxy over the internet, I don't know how you can stand her in person. URGH.

(ALSO WHY DOES MY INTERNET HATE ME SO MUCH.)

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

I often do not stand her in person. She is out, and she is out a lot. I am grateful for this fact, as I would otherwise kill her.

[kelemvor.livejournal.com]

"God, you lost your virginity late, didn't you?"
"Yes, if you're a skanky ho."

There are times when I'm glad that I'm an only child. This would be one of them.

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

You see, every time I call Megan a skanky ho my Mum goes all tight-lipped wich is a sign of impending apocolypse. I wish I was an only child. It was a happy three years when I was.

[mettanna.livejournal.com]

Cleaning Monkies unite! It's a great life, isn't it? Good luck with the interview :)

And your sister? Makes me feel guilty for just *being* a younger sibling. On behalf of the rest of us, i'm sorry you got landed with such a shitty specimen - we're not all satan's little helpers, honest.

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

You have to love us, those poor people who clean toilets.

And I know not all younger sisters are terrbiel human beings, she's just.... unusually evil.

[mettanna.livejournal.com]

I just wish people wouldn't *use* the urinals whilst i'm actually in the process of cleaning them. It's really not very pleasant :\

Whilst i'm here, i'm planning a little trip to Leeds, the weekend after next. Liz & I were wondering if you were up for it? Just an idea, i'd love to see you before i leave :)

[sevenhelz.livejournal.com]

it's not as bad if it's your own, i suppose. have you tried being a full-time housewife without the excuse of having job/uni work?
xx

[susie22.livejournal.com]

you in sallies? LMAO! you would so hate it there ... not only the whole food thing etc but the yahs! i think there might have been bloodshed if you had had to live with teh yah i got landed with for the first month.

about your sister; isnt 17 the average age? so the adverts say anyhow. but even so, im 19 and have no plans on losing my virginity in the near future, but so what? better than getting itchy or pregnant.

and yes you shoud come visit, i think the last time you were at the glory of parbold was elaines party and so you know what a wild and happening place it is. lol.

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

See, my in Sallies would have resulted in a flamethrower fight, or me being lynched for singing "The Red Flag" at 3am through a loudspeaker. Either way...

I've heard either 17 or 22 as the average. Either way, though, it's a load of bollocks; who actually cares other than self-obsessed 15 year olds?

I will visit soon! I promise!

[tashmania.livejournal.com]

Ugh at your younger sibling. Waves of sympathy as a fellow Long Suffering Older One who at the moment is of the opinion that all younger sisters should be tossed into a pit of snakes...

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

I've always thought the Pit of Scorpions was a better bet, myself. (Stinging and pointy claws! It's all good!)

[not-vacillating.livejournal.com]

Colleen, my dear, please pardon my abusing your comments to play hide-and-seek with Birdy. All (well, some) can be explained by reference to this comment. And good luck with the job interview.

Hogwarts isn't the smallest school in the world*, but even in the largest school rumour flies faster through a house than a quill moves over parchment. Almost as soon as Sirius had raised the concept of Lily Evans, Lesbian Extraordinare, it was taken up and earnestly believed by everyone, from the youngest student (Daniel Garrotte, of Hufflepuff, who heard it from his homework buddy, Paul Pettigrew, who heard it from his older brother) to the eldest—and even one or two gullible staff members. The visiting teacher of Magical Music, Mrs. Quaver, almost dropped her Fluctuating Flute when she heard the news.

As far as Lily could tell, the only other non-believer was Penelope Parkinson, the Also Implicated.

“We need boyfriends,” Penelope said grimly when they met in the corridor.

“But who?” Lily asked. “I mean, I like men as much as the next horny teenage girl--” she paused to let a gaggle of second-years pass by, giggling over a Muggle magazine article about Johnny Depp, “--but around here, even if they're really fifteen they act like five-year-olds.”

“Maybe a prefect?” Penelope suggested.

“Could work,” Lily said, but the bell rang, and their conversation was curtailed.

How will Lily solve her dilemma? To whom can she turn for a heterosexual display which will convince the school? Find out in the next installment—if you can find it...

Writing's tough, as surely you must know;
It requires a certain level of confidence and ego.
So, moon's daughter, what you and Lily seek:
Someone who over books, and shows, will geek.

*That honour, as last recorded in the wizarding world, belongs to Senor Dupont's Magical Academy, of Vatican City, Rome. Senor Dupont has one pupil, aged 57, who is spying for the Pope—very slowly.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Gotcha. *g*

Now to find the next installment...