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May. 11th, 2008 12:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolAltSoc on Friday involved turqoise tights and beer pong. I would like to point out that I wore the former and officiated at the latter, lest people think some sort of odd sartorial disaster occured. I also danced so enthusiastically that I've quite genuinely injured myself. This may have had a little to do with the vodka I drank. These things happen.
Saturday, as such, was a tiny little bit fragile, made worse by having to study the dispute of Arwstyli (!) and the fact that I didn't have the energy to do anything. However, after a few hours of quality Saturday night telly (look, I'm sorry, but I enjoy Britain's Got Talent) I decided that I really should attempt to be sociable and sauntered out to a house party in Albany Park. I should point out I was invited to this, it was an AltSoc bash, and to be honest if I had been more than three minutes away from the location I wouldn't have gone.
Still. I have spent a few years at uni being remarkably quiet, all things considered, so out I went to Have Fun. Within literally two minutes of getting through the door, and getting past the 'pouring a drink and exchanging social pleasantries' stage someone more or less leapt on me and eagerly asked "So, what did you think of tonight's Doctor Who?"
"Er," I responded, rather eruditely. I don't know what I thought of it, to be honest, as I was too busy shouting "MARTHA DO NOT GO I CANNOT COPE WITH YOUR LOSS FOR A THIRD TIME" at the screen. I had also anticipated a nice, divisive statement on Timelord reproduction, at which I could then derive mild pleasure shouting "LOOMS! LOOOOOOOOOMS!" at the screen. I don't even like the idea of the looms, I just find the fan debate about them funny. After David had enthusiastically told me what he thought of the episode, I decided to just be honest and went through what I just typed above.
He blinked. I then explained looms. To a party of Cool and Edgy People. These things happen. I accept my place in the social hierarchy of the world. The conversation moved on to the previous night's shenanigans, so on and so forth, and then someone else walked in and pretty much just declared "MARTHA LEFT!"
Then we had the Rose vs Martha argument. I eventually explained it in cat macro. It all got rather nasty in the end, until someone suggested that maybe he should have just gone travelling with the Master. This was agred on by all.
A few hours passed. We talked about music. I made a hesitant contribution. All was going well. At about eleven or so, Andrew turned up and I gave up on attempting to be cool. As has happened at more than one unconnected house parties, we sat in the corner and talked about Doctor Who. I eventually left when it became clear that the party was dividing into the Hearty Drunks, the Now Legal Herbal Supplements and the Great Timelash debate. Whilst all of these things are fun, I wasn't in the mood for the first, don't do the second and have participated in the third far too often.
Still, though. Good night. Thoroughly surreal.
This is my life, people. I like it, and I'm really enjoying getting the chance to try new things, but dear lord, it's an odd thing at times.
And now I'm going to go out to town and do my little set of shoppig and hand CVs in to people with mad abandon. Regular readers will notice that I didn't bother going to that job interview yesterday as I am far, far too clumsy to be a waitress, and as I have a job waiting for me back in Ormskirk I can afford to be fussy.
Saturday, as such, was a tiny little bit fragile, made worse by having to study the dispute of Arwstyli (!) and the fact that I didn't have the energy to do anything. However, after a few hours of quality Saturday night telly (look, I'm sorry, but I enjoy Britain's Got Talent) I decided that I really should attempt to be sociable and sauntered out to a house party in Albany Park. I should point out I was invited to this, it was an AltSoc bash, and to be honest if I had been more than three minutes away from the location I wouldn't have gone.
Still. I have spent a few years at uni being remarkably quiet, all things considered, so out I went to Have Fun. Within literally two minutes of getting through the door, and getting past the 'pouring a drink and exchanging social pleasantries' stage someone more or less leapt on me and eagerly asked "So, what did you think of tonight's Doctor Who?"
"Er," I responded, rather eruditely. I don't know what I thought of it, to be honest, as I was too busy shouting "MARTHA DO NOT GO I CANNOT COPE WITH YOUR LOSS FOR A THIRD TIME" at the screen. I had also anticipated a nice, divisive statement on Timelord reproduction, at which I could then derive mild pleasure shouting "LOOMS! LOOOOOOOOOMS!" at the screen. I don't even like the idea of the looms, I just find the fan debate about them funny. After David had enthusiastically told me what he thought of the episode, I decided to just be honest and went through what I just typed above.
He blinked. I then explained looms. To a party of Cool and Edgy People. These things happen. I accept my place in the social hierarchy of the world. The conversation moved on to the previous night's shenanigans, so on and so forth, and then someone else walked in and pretty much just declared "MARTHA LEFT!"
Then we had the Rose vs Martha argument. I eventually explained it in cat macro. It all got rather nasty in the end, until someone suggested that maybe he should have just gone travelling with the Master. This was agred on by all.
A few hours passed. We talked about music. I made a hesitant contribution. All was going well. At about eleven or so, Andrew turned up and I gave up on attempting to be cool. As has happened at more than one unconnected house parties, we sat in the corner and talked about Doctor Who. I eventually left when it became clear that the party was dividing into the Hearty Drunks, the Now Legal Herbal Supplements and the Great Timelash debate. Whilst all of these things are fun, I wasn't in the mood for the first, don't do the second and have participated in the third far too often.
Still, though. Good night. Thoroughly surreal.
This is my life, people. I like it, and I'm really enjoying getting the chance to try new things, but dear lord, it's an odd thing at times.
And now I'm going to go out to town and do my little set of shoppig and hand CVs in to people with mad abandon. Regular readers will notice that I didn't bother going to that job interview yesterday as I am far, far too clumsy to be a waitress, and as I have a job waiting for me back in Ormskirk I can afford to be fussy.
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Date: 2008-05-11 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-11 04:55 pm (UTC)I have no evidence for this. I'm just accusing pretty much every character of having stolen the bees, to the extent of now just shouting "SHEDUNNIT!" rather than explain what she dun.
... exam revision is bad and makes me think of things like this.
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Date: 2008-05-11 09:47 pm (UTC)I so very much want this to be true. AHEE HEE HEE.