hathycol | (no subject)

Five days to go! This means after fifteen weeks of sheer apathy, I am now running around going "OH SHIT I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO" and generally panicking about the whole thing. Dad has decreed my car needs a service, too. It went as thus:

"Colleen, do you want to get the car serviced?"

"No. Should I?"

"When was the last time it got serviced?"

"Uh... never, I think."

"Right. I'll pay."

I shrugged and agreed to it. This means that today I have cleaned out my bedroom and started the long process of packing Stuff I Don't Need This Week (including all my spare drugs, Nunzilla, re-writable CDs and tealights; enough said, I think) and now I have to clean out my car by Wednesday. Wednesday?! I need at least a week to do it! And Simon promised to! Argh!

Also, I suddenly just got triple-booked for tomorrow; it is a Tuesday, and as such my last pub quiz at the Buck. However, I am Going Out For Lunch (hopefully) with the Ever Wonderful Helen tomorrow (IF SHE EVER PHONES HINT HINT) and apparently Simon is feeding me tomorrow night, too. BUSY BUSY.

I should, at this point, probably go and empty out the car of all the junk in it, and also do crazy things like hoover it out and maybe Febreeze it. I'm hideous, I know, I know. When I came back to Ormskirk, I just had to pack; now, I have to sort stuff out. NOT GOOD. I am very not prepared. I'd rather just spend one stressful day throwing it all into bags, butI have to do things like washing and whatnot, and that'll really take up the time.

However, the car is now officially in the ralm of urgent, so I'm going to go and grab the hoover and clean out the car for the first time in over a year. Trust me when I say it needs it.

~Hathy_Col~