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Mar. 17th, 2007 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolGood grief, last night was stressful. I went out with the intention of, you know, going mad and having possibly a whole half pint and no more (antibiotics, people) and instead drank a whole pint and my legs got drunk. Rest of me? Sober as a judge.
So, you know, the dance machine was a spiffy idea. *facepalm*
I still went dancing in the Bop, but the whole atmosphere was a very strange one. Half the people involved were running around and trying to work out who got elected to what. Alas, Mohawk did not get elected. FOOLISH ELECTORATE. Saw![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ann_pan, which was nice, and saw Richard Armitage on the big screen, which was nicer. *grins*
To be honest, though, I ended up spending most of the night talking to Phil, who was on security and bored. I was sober, and as such, the Bop was a bit horrific, mostly because the DJs were just as on edge as everyone else.
In the end, I went home early.
This morning, I've showered and washed my hair, so I feel a bit deflated and more like myself again. I know it's a stupid thing to get so excited about, but I do wonder if life would have been different if I hadn't had such ridiculously uncontrollable hair. And I did look nice. Tom Cahn (newly elected debates bloke) who I've known since first year hugged me enthusiastically and told me that I looked lovely. Big of an ego boost. I've never been told that at the Bop before. Eh. Silly girly Colleen. I know. Fourteen year old Colleen would have given anything to be told that, though, and Emo!Goth!Teenage!Colleen is still a tiny part of my brain. (Isn't it a part of everyone's brain?)
At the same time, though, I'm sat in my baggy jeans and a t-shirt from Tescos and a dodgy knock-off jumper with curly hair constrained in a plait, and weirdly, I feel much less self-conscious, because this is me and always will be, at heart. So there we are.
Still, I feel a bit out of sorts this morning. I'm tired, although I don't want to sleep. I've also been out to the chemists, and I'm a bit worried - I put a repeat precription in for the Pill on Tuesday and it still isn't at Boots. I'll have to phone up the doctor on Monday and see what's happening, and panic.
I have also got a pile of silly, historically dubious films, and combination of treating myself a little at Fopp and going mad in the library. I really wanted to watch Gladiator, or possibly Elizabeth, but both were out. Curses. So I have, ahem, Robin Hood Prince of Thieves and Master and Commander. These are my treats for after I've done my history research. I have far too much to do and far too little time.
I am also refusing to take the rubbish, recycling and bathroom bin out, or to clean the kitchen. It's always me that does it, and given I spent the last two nights sorting out food and doing the washing-up afterwards, I am Putting My Foot Down.
I am also putting Corinne's washing up in her bed. Everyone else does their washing up. She made a big batch of pancakes on... Tuesday? Wednesday? Either way, the washing up is still left on the side. NOT ON.
Ho hum. Off to learn about history and stuff before I envelop myself in films with bad history. Of all the guilty pleasures to have, I realise 'Historically Inaccurate' is bad, but there we are. Hell, I even like Braveheart.
[eta: OH MY GOD BUT NOW I DEAD OF SQUEE. DOCTOR WHO TRAILER! I am so taking over the Nisbet Room on that day.]
So, you know, the dance machine was a spiffy idea. *facepalm*
I still went dancing in the Bop, but the whole atmosphere was a very strange one. Half the people involved were running around and trying to work out who got elected to what. Alas, Mohawk did not get elected. FOOLISH ELECTORATE. Saw
ann_pan, which was nice, and saw Richard Armitage on the big screen, which was nicer. *grins*To be honest, though, I ended up spending most of the night talking to Phil, who was on security and bored. I was sober, and as such, the Bop was a bit horrific, mostly because the DJs were just as on edge as everyone else.
In the end, I went home early.
This morning, I've showered and washed my hair, so I feel a bit deflated and more like myself again. I know it's a stupid thing to get so excited about, but I do wonder if life would have been different if I hadn't had such ridiculously uncontrollable hair. And I did look nice. Tom Cahn (newly elected debates bloke) who I've known since first year hugged me enthusiastically and told me that I looked lovely. Big of an ego boost. I've never been told that at the Bop before. Eh. Silly girly Colleen. I know. Fourteen year old Colleen would have given anything to be told that, though, and Emo!Goth!Teenage!Colleen is still a tiny part of my brain. (Isn't it a part of everyone's brain?)
At the same time, though, I'm sat in my baggy jeans and a t-shirt from Tescos and a dodgy knock-off jumper with curly hair constrained in a plait, and weirdly, I feel much less self-conscious, because this is me and always will be, at heart. So there we are.
Still, I feel a bit out of sorts this morning. I'm tired, although I don't want to sleep. I've also been out to the chemists, and I'm a bit worried - I put a repeat precription in for the Pill on Tuesday and it still isn't at Boots. I'll have to phone up the doctor on Monday and see what's happening, and panic.
I have also got a pile of silly, historically dubious films, and combination of treating myself a little at Fopp and going mad in the library. I really wanted to watch Gladiator, or possibly Elizabeth, but both were out. Curses. So I have, ahem, Robin Hood Prince of Thieves and Master and Commander. These are my treats for after I've done my history research. I have far too much to do and far too little time.
I am also refusing to take the rubbish, recycling and bathroom bin out, or to clean the kitchen. It's always me that does it, and given I spent the last two nights sorting out food and doing the washing-up afterwards, I am Putting My Foot Down.
I am also putting Corinne's washing up in her bed. Everyone else does their washing up. She made a big batch of pancakes on... Tuesday? Wednesday? Either way, the washing up is still left on the side. NOT ON.
Ho hum. Off to learn about history and stuff before I envelop myself in films with bad history. Of all the guilty pleasures to have, I realise 'Historically Inaccurate' is bad, but there we are. Hell, I even like Braveheart.
[eta: OH MY GOD BUT NOW I DEAD OF SQUEE. DOCTOR WHO TRAILER! I am so taking over the Nisbet Room on that day.]
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Date: 2007-03-17 02:04 pm (UTC)And I've *seen* photos of you, and can tell you you are not bad looking even when you are just being yourself! *hug*
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Date: 2007-03-17 02:31 pm (UTC)Given my current obsession with Robin Hood, I've never seen this version. It will be a good night, methinks.
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Date: 2007-03-17 04:25 pm (UTC)Was nice to see you too!
Are you going out to any paddys day celebrations?
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Date: 2007-03-17 04:34 pm (UTC)I am staying in tonight, very definitely. Despite having the most Irish name it is possible to have, I can't be bothered and have far too much work to do... Alas, etc.
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Date: 2007-03-17 07:57 pm (UTC)I'll admit it, I have a soft spot for Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. Kevin Coster is fairly atrocious, but the movie feeds my Christian Slater and Alan Rickman crushes really nicely.
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Date: 2007-03-18 04:56 pm (UTC)But oh! the accents and the historical inaccuracy.
Brilliant. I want to watch it again.
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Date: 2007-03-18 08:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-17 10:11 pm (UTC)*love and hugs*
xx
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Date: 2007-03-18 12:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-18 04:58 pm (UTC)